Monday Morning Mirth
now that Martha’s lost the ankle candy,
it’s back-to-business with a vengence…
Coming Soon to a TV near YOU! The Apprentice – Martha Style!
And with every reality show goes a Catch Phrase!
Methinks it’s No Bark – No Bite!
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“At a press conference, talking about her secret catchphrase, Martha Stewart joked, “What I really wanted to say is, ‘Your a** is gra**.””
AHHH, my mentor returns!
HAPPY LABOR DAY!!! :)
Knit1 YO K1: the Worry Beads of a Troubled Mind…
It Grows! It actually LOOKs like a shawl! I am amazed and humbled. I had not the faith to think it actually, by my hand, could.
All I had was time; lots of time with nothing but the temptation to immerse myself in the negative so instead I kept my head down.
And I kept my hands busy.
The Worry Beads, they tumble…
With most of the projects I’ve worked on in the last couple of years, I do a parallel color study. This shawl was the actual result of me looking at a favorite orange chair in my living room that had a
blue patterned pillow on it.
It seemed, once that color pair was in my brain, I started to see it everywhere, in and out of my house.
As the shawl started to grow, once I added the Orange to the Blue, the drama jumped; it was reminiscent of something else I was very, very fond of: Oriental Fabrics and Tapestries.
The piece below, a Chinese embroided Court Robe, (from the galleries of Marla Mallett Textiles), has been my touchstone while I continue to knit the Flower Basket…
used with permission
The morning routine at mi casa goes something like this: after the coffee is brewed, after the mail is collected, when the blinds are opened, I sit in my favorite chair with my cuppa and greet my day.
I check the weather forecast online for Chicago then I always go and check the weather forecast for my most favorite of American cities, New Orleans.
Everyday, every morning, I would go wander around its streets in my mind and picture myself as part of the landscape replaying the many, many happy visits I’ve made to the Cresent City over the years. Every day, I fantasize about moving there, being a neighbor to its warm and friendly people, me living in a shotgun cottge, growing old in one of the nation’s oldest cities.
Words really fail me now.
The Images coming out of the damage area tell the tale much better than I but what they show makes my brain shut down and my heart break, helplessly, quietly.
As the city empties out, as it continues to be filled with standing water with no where to go, as the survivors are evacuated to far away places, it is so painfully obvious that our world has changed forever. Nothing has ever been so gone in my life before.
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