My Mother's Gift to Me...Cotton and Steel

I am big on the name, Cotton and Steel...a fabric line.

It denotes to me..strength and softness..

This potholder may not be that adorable.

Making it gave me strength

 I am uplifted by the same spirituality that connects us all in life.

Poems from my mother's poetry books keep me solid

 CHOICE

In a niche in a rock carved by the sea lies a

cradle of comfort, a haven for me.

Threatening tides roar with their spume of

salt spray while seductive waves rise only 

two feet away.

Danger abound on this high windy place as

the lure of forever kisses my face.

Alone in a circle of stone, protected yet

wildly free, will I cling to the solid 

rock...or yield to the tempting sea?

 RUNNING

Death whispers in my ear

"Over here, over here."

His smile beguiles me,

"Over here, over here"

I will run; so will he.

We will race against reality.

COLLISION

Wailing of the sirens

calling after me

I can hear them screaming

"EMERGENCY"

Ageless, weightless, spirit, I,

like a snowflake in the sky,

soaring, floating, dreaming, I,

transient like a butterfly!!

My mother's feelings were hurt when I told her that I thought her poems were sad.

At the time, I did not know that it was her way of finding strength in her place in her 

stage of life.

Now, the very same poems..give me strength too..

I love you Mom

Willie Nelson

That Tired Kind of Day

Caroline's Doll Quilt.
It kind of matches her own....

Today was the day:

That I had chocolate ice cream for breakfast, Jimmies and all.

That I had my finger bandage taken off.
That I slept and cried all day because my meds are off and my body and soul hurts.

My friends will not baste my quilts for me any more.
They know I hurt all over.
But, they do not know the comfort of having a stacked pile of quilts all basted and ready to go.
Because there are 342 already in the stack...is irrelevant.
That I have to buy more pins at our Foust trip on Monday is irrelevant.
Guess I will have to just find somewhere to hang the tops..
My future looks grim.

Seven Spanish Angels
Blue eyes crying in the rain


Knowing it is the grieving hour, I looked for peace before hysterics and bed.
Nancy came a visiting yesterday...Nice Nancy!
Of course Evan saw it first, lurking in the shadows
All of a sudden, I see him handing out M&Ms to his friends...OMG

We all know that value does the work and color gets the credit.
I see that neither of these work.
I am prone to the orange in another fabric.
Then. maybe it should be turquoise.
The pattern is "jellybeans" I do not like it.

Happy is:
My darlings watching doing movie night.

I made a mistake by having a few vino tinto tonight in my despair.
Now my back spasms are at it and I do not dare take the Hydrocodone.
Even at my old age now, I keep having to learn the hard way!!!!