Saturday, June 6, 2009

Vintage Dresses

I've been collecting buttons for as long as I can remember. There are little boxes, jars, and drawers with colorful treasures ready to pop up and into my hand.

Holding the little button treasure it makes me wonder what the button was used for. Exactly what was this button's purpose? Did it hold a dress together? Or was it an extra and always rambled around in someone's button box waiting for a use.

Currently, I've been making little sundresses that look a lot like the aprons my grandmother wore. My grandmother always liked to have ample pockets in her aprons to stuff a hanky. My pockets hold my cell phone, and maybe my car keys. Wouldn't it be great if the pockets buttoned onto the dress? You could button on whatever size you needed. A long thin pocket for your eyeglass case, short pocket for your cell phone, snap over pocket for small bills and change, or maybe just a credit card! Just think of the buttons you could use up

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Turning 60

In just a few days I will be turning the big six-oh. That seems like such a big number and I really can't believe that I'm old. I don't feel old! 

Of course I'm having this mid-life crisis to go along with all this. My mother recently died, and my father was only 69 when he died. Does that mean I only have nine more years to live? No, I know, you can't count on any of that. I could die tonight, or right now, or even after I close down this site and continue on out the door.

Aside from the mid-life crisis, life is pretty nice. I've lost a bunch of weight, am looking quite lean, and have developed a repertoire of high protein, low carb recipes that would make you salivate. 

Vanilla Pudding - serves three
1 Cup reduced fat milk
1 Cup ricotta cheese
1 package of gelatin (unflavored)
1/2 Cup Splenda™
1/2 stick cinnamon
1/2 tsp vanilla
2 egg yolks
Pour milk into a saucepan. Sprinkle gelatin powder over the top and let sit until the gelatin softens. Separate egg yolks (save the whites for breakfast). Add yolks, Splenda™, and cinnamon stick to the saucepan. Turn heat to low and stir constantly for about five minutes. REMOVE the cinnamon stick!
Get out your blender (I use a Vita-Mix) and combine milk mixture with ricotta cheese. Blend for about one minute. Add vanilla.
Pour into glasses and chill for at least 2 1/2 hours.

Next - I'm experimenting with some high protein, no sugar, protein bars. I'm thinking oats, egg whites, peanut butter, flax. But, the clincher is it can't taste like cardboard. On the other hand, if it tastes like cardboard maybe I won't eat so much of it?

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Blogging the Genealogy?

My parents both wrote their life stories several years ago. I've been digging through all the old photos, letters, records, genealogy, etc. Boy, what a lot of stuff! Meanwhile, I've been trying to put them in some sort of order. 

My father wrote letters to my mother during the Korean War, and he sent photos upon photos. It's interesting to read the letters, and correlate the photos and souveniers he brought back. 

So, I'm blogging their stories.... here's the link to my mother's blog/story.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Death and Dying

The memorial service for my mother was last Saturday afternoon. It may not have been the Lutheran service that she expected, but it was spiritual and thoughtful. Dr. Herrington read her biography, Nancy read a poem by Mary Oliver, Melissa read "The Wedding Day" (a story my mother had written) and Jean Merroux gave a spiritual, uplifting talk on death and dying.

I've had only a few moments of sadness, maybe because this day has been a long time coming. It was two and a half years ago that Melissa and I brought her out to Sarasota. The expectation was that she would only survive another six months. But, she surprised us all, and had a great life for another two and a half years. She made friends, moved into an apartment, took classes. And, I got to spend more time with her. More time than I ever had spent during my lifetime.

No regrets.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Since dying is an event that no one has yet been able to avoid, it amazes me how terrified we are of the process. Transitioning is always difficult, and transitioning to the unknown is even more. Maybe it's because we look at what we have and have no accomplished and what we have become. Today my mother asked me, "What will become of me?" The answer, of course, is you have already become what you are. There is no more "becoming". I didn't respond. I don't think that's what she wanted to hear.

She is in peace, surrounded by her paintings, photographs, quilts, friends, furniture. The "stuff" of her life. But, the stuff that she has collected over the years. Souvenirs of the process of becoming. 

She has been in Glenridge (a retirement community) now for about 3 years. She's made many lasting friends. They wander over to her room, hold her hand, tell her stories. These people are near her age, some older, some younger. Mostly they comment on her care, how peaceful she is and how grateful they are that they too will be able to enjoy the same level of care. These friends have been a solace for me as they look at life through their experiential eyes, and help me to see that it's all okay, that we've made the right choices.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Rock and Roll

Lis, Baby Chris and Ian spent Thanksgiving weekend with us. Here is a photo of Chris climbing (as always) into a chair, wearing a dress that has been in the family for four generations. His energy is boundless! Chris discovered the rocks that I have in the fireplace. Somehow I overlooked them while "baby proofing" the house. At first, they seemed harmless enough as he smacked them together like a tambourine. But then, he decided that he should start throwing them. Did I mention I live in a glass house? Everytime he would lift the rocks over his head, we would launch ourselves towards him. Great fun.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Belial


Finally got to the pottery studio today to finish up some glazing, trim a pot or two and take home my latest creations. This is the famous demon pot. I figure I can write down all the demons that haunt me, put them in the pot and they will be held there by the head demon.

This particular demon's name is Belial.. chief of all devils, he brings about wickedness, worthlessness, lies and guilt. Belial commands 80 Legions of Demons and presides over the Northern Reaches of Hell. But, Belial is not such a bad guy, he has been known to watch over young children while they sleep. In the Satanic Bible Belial symbolizes true independence, self-sufficiency and personal accomplishment. And, this is a bad thing I ask?

It occurs to me that there are many kinds of demons from the demon of hilarity to the demon of waste. This definitely can be a project, the mind turns with possibilities! Take, for example, Cresil, the demon of impurity and laziness. What would she/he look like? A big slothful sleeping demon consuming large quantities of chocolate bonbons?