My mom

My mother

My mother

I miss her. I guess that is the way when you have been blessed with an exceptionally good mother. I knew more than anything, that I was loved. I hope she knows how much I loved and love her.


home sweet home

peaceful pond
peaceful pond

I have been away too long. We have been searching for a new home and the journey to find this place has taken our time and energy, but boy is it worth it…because now I believe this place will give that energy back ten fold. It feels like it will be a very peaceful place to be and call our home.

We are still in the middle of things, wish us luck that everything falls into place, this little peace of land has already got a hold of our heart strings. We will be busy packing, cleaning, sorting for the next month and if all goes well, we will be in our new home the first part of July.

I have been sewing a little on the side to help myself feel calm during these transitions. Here is an example. This little bag was a Mother’s day gift to my mom.

mom's gift


I hope that you are well, and your homes are giving you joy and peace.


John Denver and ramblings

John Denver – Rocky Mountain High

 I was drawn to John Denver tonight as I got ready to blog. I have worked a little more on the quilt but not enough to show yet. I thought I’d tell you about the bears and why they are significant to the quilt for my dad. When I was 8 years old i spent the summer in Eagle, Alaska. My dad took me and a young family friend with him to pull in nets of salmon and go up the Yukon river to stay at a remote cabin, to smoke the fish and camp. It was a new experience for me and parts of it are still very vivid, even though more than 30 years has gone by. We must have only stayed at this cabin for a few days while my dad smoked the salmon, but so many things were new and strange to me that they stay with me. On the way there my dad gave me my very own pocket knife. Richard,(son of my dad’s best friend) who was eleven years old, really liked my new knife and persuaded me to toss it back and forth with him in the boat as we neared the bank of the river. The knife went swoop into the water. I have a feeling that Richard having lived on that river his whole life was able to secret that pocket knife away from my 8 year old self…no matter, what would an 8 year old girl in central California do with a pocket knife in her ordinary daily life? Now an 11 year old boy, in Alaska would have surely needed a pocket knife. I do hope he found that knife!  We stayed at a cabin that belonged to a stranger, my dad said that people routinely left food and supplies, for whoever may wander through and need was sort of like an unspoken rule that you shared what you had in that wild place. My dad called this place the “Bush”. A new term for me. We ate some of the supplies at the cabin, wild berries and the state bird, which I can never pronounce or spell,  it tastes just like chicken though…..There was a fancy outhouse, that didn’t even smell bad. We slept in sleeping bags on top of pine branches, that are suprisingly bouncy, comfortable and smell wonderful.

One day, while I was using the outhouse, and Richard was farting around near the cabin, we hear gun shots, and my dad comes running up to the cabin asking us if we are okay?. He had been off cutting firewood and had heard bears near the river. He rushed back to make sure we were okay and realized two bears had been hollering at each other from across the river and that we were safe enough. it was a strange realization that i may have been in danger in that idealic setting, and a little magical knowing how much my dad loved me, that he would shoot a bear to protect me. He didn’t shoot any bears by the way, only a warning shot to try and scare them away from us. I’m glad there was no need for drastic measures and all creatures were left to live in that beautiful place on the river. So, there had to be bears in this quilt…..just had to be…

p.s. I had an odd dream the other night. Willie Nelson showed me his scars from a bear bite on his arm and told me my dad was lucky to have never been bitten by a bear…….strange, strange dream…Acey do you have any ideas? So many things are associated with Willie……is it symbolism or simply the obvious?

little girl in california


I love this image. I found her in an antique store in my home town.  Sandy, the owner of the antique store sold me my first antiques. She liked me for some unknown reason and gave me really good deals. I bought my first 35mm camera from her. I asked her if she’d go down on the price, and if I remember correctly she gave me 50% off. I paid on this old camera a few dollars at a time.LOL..what patience and kindness she showed me. She sold me many things over the years. She sold me my first cast iron pot, which I still have and use. I proved to be a loyal customer. I was never a big spender, but I always went to Sandy’s before any other antique store. This was one of the old photos she had acquired. This little girl embodies innocence. I like it also because it looks like California, with an orange tree in the background. I hope you enjoy it, as I do. I wonder when it was taken? It looks like the turn of the century or maybe early 1900’s. Does anyone have any ideas? What should we call her?

Lists, Lists and more lists…also Pay it Forward

I’ve been blog hopping and noticing lists everywhere and it got me to thinking about a few lists I’ve known about and created. When I was in Highschool, we had an inspirational speaker come to talk with the student body. We all piled into the auditorium to watch a slide show and hear John Goddard speak. He seemed to me to be a humble, unassuming man, yet very awe inspiring. I sat through that lecture just amazed. Here was a man that at 15 had sat down and written out 127 goals to complete before he died. Through the years after hearing his story, I would periodically check the library and bookstore to see if he had written about his life’s goals and the list. I discovered that he had written a book about traveling the Nile River. I purchased that, but was dissappointed that there was nothing out there about the goal setting program and process he had set for himself…Well….I’m happy to say, that while doing a little research( googled his name…). I came up with his website..Yeah!, so if you want to learn more about his list and accomplishments here it is. 

I have through out my life made a few list, and truthfully should make some more, so that I can be more focused. My mom is a great list maker,(and believer in positive thought and action), and I always admired that most of the things on her daily to do lists got accomplished… I once made a list of qualities I would like in a mate and ….I wrinkled my nose a few times and poof…….they materialized into my hubby. Smile!! I truly believe lists and goals work, it just takes all those tiny steps..and sometimes huge leaps…so here are  a few tiny steps to get my crafty tush in gear. I found a great craftswap at Maddy’s Glass House and would like to try it, on my own little blog.

Here’s how it works- 

I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week… LOL… but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.

I am excited…..this will be my first “craftswap”.