From the category archives:
I knew this guy in college. He wasn’t attractive by traditional standards. He was short, a little out of shape, kind of funny looking, actually. But he always had a woman on his arm (or in his bed). These women were all spectacular in one way or another. Smart, creative beautiful women. And they flocked [...]
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so many things on my mind. composing essays in the shower (the only quiet place these days) but no follow-through.
i’ve been here before. time comes around in stages.
without the writing or sewing or time to otherwise be creative i feel at a loss. something is missing.
it’s the paradox of motherhood really. finding a way to [...]
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Today Shutter Sisters challenges you to ask the question: when was the last time you wrote a love letter to yourself? Or just generally spent a little time loving yourself?
For me, it only took a few extra minutes of me-time getting dressed. Some earrings and a moment spent on my hair. More than most days. [...]
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It felt a little disingenuous, writing yesterday about such a happy thing. Our love story. The quilt which is supposed to remind me, every time I run upstairs to shove a stinky diaper in the bin. Every time I run downstairs to get ice from the freezer to soothe a boo-boo. Every six a.m. wake [...]
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You absolutely don’t need to know about me:
My favorite smell is ocean
I can not stand the smell of perfume. any perfume.
I don’t have a middle name
I am a creature of habit
I can identify most any dog breed (it’s a gift)
I don’t care for Halloween or Valentine’s Day
I love Thanksgiving
My grandmother once told me that I [...]
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Cooking, sewing, writing, tickling, typing, building, coloring, playing, kneading, comforting, making, tying, knitting, working.
The hands in our house are always busy.
A few of the things keeping my hands busy this week:
the Craft Hope for Haiti Etsy Shop
the Metro New York City Area Modern Quilter’s Guild
a new and improved Roundabout Quilt Pattern (this time I’m including [...]
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Sometimes inspiration grabs me and won’t let me go until my shoulders ache from cutting fabric. Until my eyes are watery with squinting at binding stitches. Until I notice a two year old eating corn chips out of the bag. On my bed.
I had that day yesterday.
I finished piecing a quilt. I finished binding another [...]
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Last night before going to sleep I crept into Quinn’s room and watched him sleep. It’s among the greatest joys of being a mother—watching one’s child sleep. But last night I needed to touch him.
I took him from his crib (against every rule of motherhood) and carried him to our bed where we lay tangled [...]
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I wrote this last December 31st and it still rings true with me this year.
While considering for a moment what I might resolve for the coming year it occurred to me that such resolutions often seem to serve only one purpose: to remind me of my failures over the past twelve months. So tonight, on [...]
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I light the candles for the generations gone
the blessings tie me to them.
I feel their blood in my veins.
I am a child in my parents’ home. Protected.
I understand the tradition
It’s who I am.
I give it to mine and hope they feel
safe.
When I was young I learned the rituals and practiced them because I should.
I do [...]
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