The Cure

I'm just sayin'. I was at Death's Door and the night before the End I made myself a concoction that saved me. A hot toddy made with cinnamon whiskey, Gypsy Cold Care tea, slices of ginger, fresh lemon juice, and raw honey. A miracle in the disguise of an alcoholics nightmare.

The photo is my rendition of the ingredients. (thank you Photoshop and Google Images )  They look innocent and harmless but they are powerful beyond appearances!

Everywoman Art

Another of my favorite artists on Etsy, Jeanie Tomanek. I love the light, the concept, the texture. Her shop is Everywoman Art.

Everywoman Art Link

On a Summer's Day

This piece had been sitting on my studio table for several days... unfinished. I was haunted. Today it's finished and now I can go back to my bed and help heal this cold that's found it's way into my body. I might have stayed in bed longer but they are remodeling, AGAIN, upstairs and there was no sleeping. I love to sleep through illness. My body loves me for it.

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It finally got me. Crept up on me in the night and became a full blown (no pun intended) cold by noon today. I feel like pestilence. I know I'm contagious and for sure I'm pathetic. "This too shall pass" does not help.

Happy Mother's Day

I wrote a song for him when I was 15. I had this guitar with only 5 strings. Didn't have the money to buy one after it broke. Sometimes you just do with what ya have.

When he finally came into the world I was 40. I tried for years to have him begin in my belly but it was not to be. I will always be beyond grateful to his other mom for her love and fertility.

This year he brought up Mother's Day and made the plans with both of us. I really, really like this man. I think I'll make a day called Children's Day and celebrate it with him soon.

"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself."
                                                                                  The Prophet
                                                                                   Kahlil Gibran

Iceland Home

Icelandic people have been living in turf homes for a long time. They still exist but many of them have been moved to museums or are being used as farm storage. I bet turf roofs would work in the Northwest.

And to my friends that might worry, I promise I won't move to Iceland.

Oops

There is a first time for everything, apparently. Yesterday I sent the wrong piece to a customer. She bought 2 and I sent them out right away. Maybe too right away?

Customer service is the foundation of business, in my not so humble opinion. So I'm telling her to keep the mistaken one and I will send her the one she ordered.

Sometimes it's so mortifying to be human.

A Promise is a Promise

And I promised my studio that I would be there soon and so that has come to pass. Here is the latest of the re-fused blown glass firing. I love this one!