Another bonus of having a singer/songwriter as a Co-worker
Custom birthday songs. Cameo brought in her ukelele for Cindi's birthday, and wrote a second verse, and we sang it. Here it is.
Oh, and an awesome and inspiring co-worker to sing to.
An everyday ordinary woman takes her life into her own hands and gently molds it into happy.
Custom birthday songs. Cameo brought in her ukelele for Cindi's birthday, and wrote a second verse, and we sang it. Here it is.
Here's a little audio blog of a poem I've had in my head since I was 18. I've auditioned with and performed it numerous times. It has stuck with me. I am not sure why. Margeret Fuller Slack from Edgar Lee Masters' Spoon River Anthology.
I just got all excited about quilting again, so i got my lovely old Singer out and the tension is all out of whack. So she's in the shop for a week. It really isn't a huge loss, because I've been doing handwork for the past few weeks. So I can continue that. But I want Lucy back. Actually, I hadn't named my sewing machine until just now. But I guess her name is Lucy.
seriously seriously seriously.
I spent the weekend re-orienting myself to quilting. I have two old projects that need to be finished, and one project of another origin to put together. And then I hit my really overly-large-for-someone-who hasn't-quilted-in-years stash. I am like a bulldog when I become interested in something. I get in my teeth and it will take a miracle to get me to drop it, until I lose interest again. But maybe I've latched on good to this. Everything I look at becomes a quilt. It transforms my patience and thoughtfulness while I work on them.
I posted a WordIt to SpeakUp, a design blog. But I'm a fool becasue I used the foot mark instead of an apostrophe. Check it out. It's at the bottom of the page. Typographicly klutzy.