School Newroz Party

Dancing and Dancing and Dancing and Dancing....

Flies can be pretty...

9th grade Picnic 2010

This is just a bunch of photos from a class picnic put to Umbrella Beach by Owl City.

Isn't she a beauty!

This is my sewing machine... which needs some work... a new needle and the tension fixed... but I'm really thrilled to have it!

Torn

I'm having thoughts! It's so refreshing to have some time off and to be able to use some of that time to rediscover that I have a brain that does more than compute the problems right in front of me. Instead of fixing what's broken, there is something in me that wants to create what is beautiful. This has been an insane desire in me for as long as I can remember. It gets crowded out by the imminent and the urgent, but every now and then it is rebirthed and I am filled with the hope that I could write, draw, sculpt, sing, or create something beautiful. It doesn't have to be me by myself. The desire is somewhat fulfilled by planting hyacinth bulbs in pots by the window where God certainly does the work of it. Speaking of which, I need to go buy more dirt... Or wait, maybe I should pull out my paper and make cards... or what about my sewing? And it's been years since I wrote any poetry. Hmm... now for the choice.

Elections

I have difficulty distinguishing between fireworks and gunfire. The other night was definitely guns... I THINK tonight it's fireworks. But it is still slightly unnerving.

Stolen

Stolen from the blog of Sylvancreature

Is there somewhere
--anywhere--
a little lonesome cabin
lost among the forests
on a wild, deserted shore;

an empty little cabin:
rough hewn, worn, and solid
with a dandy drawing chimney,
books, and windows--nothing more?

I'm tired of noise and traffic,
people pushing, phones and letters,
dates and deadlines, styles and headlines,
pride and pretense, nothing more;

and I'm needing such a cabin,
near God's masterpiece of mountains--
such a lost and lonesome cabin
where a tired soul can adore.

~ Ruth Bell Graham

Barbie comes to life...

Finding the right jili kurdi fabric is a difficult adventure. There are so many to patterns to pick from, so many combinations, and so many styles and colors. Recently I took a couple of friends to pick out fabric for their own dresses. It was so much fun and both of them had a great "Aha" moment where the right fabric came into view. That's the one! Hooray! And then there was cutting and buying and smiling. Here's one with her teal blue over shiny blue and the bluish sequin near her is another part of it! Release your inner Barbie!