Good morning, my lovelies!
Please forgive the unforgivable–my tiny hiatus–and look once more with favor upon my silly ramblings and strange notions. I’ve been hard at work in my shop, sorting out fabric scraps and thinking of sew many things.
Lately, I’m way into hand-sewing.
Settle down, everybody; settle down. I’m not dissing the machine. Suzie Homemaker knows I love my sewing machine . . .
BUT (and it’s a big one) . . .
. . . those tiny, lil’ nooks and crannies need tiny, lil’ stitches that only my tiny, lil’ fingers, bare and unmechanized, can stitch. I gotta get in there and feel it.
Sew . . .
I’ve been cruising other great sites, getting ideas and digging the community, both online and off.
Here’s the Enos Community Center, in the back woods of Dickson, TN. The building was once a one-room schoolhouse that served the families in this rural area, but that was a long time ago.
I never get tired of the woods, y’all. Here’s the creek that sings its stone and water song, just around the corner.
This was the scene of my life-long friend’s family reunion. Country people can cook; just sayin’.
Oh, baby, I can’t get enough turnip greens, lately.
I love listening to the stories and swapping family recipes. The old building is soaked in memories of children and families and love.
Back to the old sewing room. Here’s some things:
Can you tell I’ve been reading (actually, watching on Amazon Prime) Dickens? Whatever the man was in person, he was a great, GREAT writer. Whenever I read (yes, read, because the proof is in the written word) a great work by a great author, I always question myself, thus: “Why, Connie, why do you think you could write when THIS exists in the world?”
Sure, Charles Dickens had literary game, but could he sew? I digress.
A Word About You
We’ve all got our thing. What’s yours? Whether or not your thing can pay the bills is a conversation for another blog post, but doing your thing makes you, YOU. I’m not talking about mean or fearful YOU (we’ve all been there); I’m talking about beautiful, creative YOU, the YOU that makes other people smile.
A Word About Me
Knowing myself through the happiness I might bring others is the goal of my days. What have I got in my skill set? How can I give it away? Some days I may be off my rhythm, a bit, but that’s no matter. Real people have down days. It’s a fact.
Mr. Murphy and I are contemplating an upcoming road trip to Washington, DC. I’ll be sure to clue my blog buddies to all the adventures in store in “our nation’s capital” (Forrest Gump). Should I go Instagram??? I’ve been meaning to get that one rolling. Keep a lookout.
Meanwhile . . .
We’re making our lists and packing our bags. Hmmm . . . making our lists, making our lists, what does this remind me . . .
* I promise you, my husband is somewhere gagging at this very moment! Tee-hee!
- The TRIP – sights and sounds from DC
- A move? – packing and cleaning tips
- Some pretty things I’ve found around the web and close to home
- Fall funsies
- and, of course, a cool Yule
Are we never satisfied? When it’s cold outside, all we can think of is warm weather, and in the summer, we long for falling leaves and cooler temps. Wherever–whenever–I am, I must always beware of too much ‘moresight‘ (like ‘foresight,’ but with an ‘m’). If I’m always looking for more, I forget to enjoy what I’ve got, right here, on my own plate. And there’s always plenty for everyone.
Auntie Mame nailed it when she proclaimed,
“Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
Better get your plate ready, before the turnip greens are all gone.