Trapeze Swinger

 

Someone wrote the sentence above in response to this song.

I won't say anything else lest I ruin the woeful beauty of the quote and the song.

Sew Fun

This fall, I embarked on an adventure called "I'm going to really start doing all those things that I have said a million times I'm going to do". To that end, I signed up for a Hand Embroidery class.  The class is held in an ordinary house-cum-magical craft house. 

My two classmates and I learned about nine different stitches.  Embroidery is very therapeutic.  A bit of a challenge and definitely requires practice.  The pattern with which we started looks like a Picasso-esque face:

but soon, with a bunch of perfectly placed stitches, it will look just like....

  A flower, the sun, and some grass!  Just like it!

My little crafty crew demonstrated a certain esprit de corps, congratulating each other for every shaky stitch and promising to look for each other in future classes.  I drove away from the magical craft house mentally cataloging every piece of fabric that's in need of a good stitch (or eighty).


I've got my eye on you, Martha Stewart.

It's Easy Like Saturday Morning

This is how my day started:

I inherited this copy of "Nine Stories" when I moved into my newest office. Its pages were begging to be read.  Judging by the still stiff spine, I may be the first person to expose them to light.  It smells like it was once one of twenty-seven ten-cent garage sale books in a box dragged up from the basement.  Altogether, very delightful and I'm sorry it took me so long to pay attention to it.


This particular trip to the coffee shop also included a Nutella donut.  I had intentions of taking its picture, but the temptation of eating it was too much. 

You may think this blog entry is pointless, blog reader, but it is not.  There is a lesson here:  Read "Nine Stories" and eat a Nutella donut.  Don't wait to take pictures.  Just eat that thing.

Happiness is a Weekend with a Warm Puppy

And So It Begins...

This new blog starts on a Saturday afternoon. 2:18 p.m. to be precise. An unpredicted thunderstorm is passing through spreading .01 inces of rain--an appreciated yet trivial amount that will not even begin to remedy this drought that may turn my state into a dustbowl (though one could argue it already has.)


Next Stop Wonderland. My blog title.  Taken from the movie with the same name.
For several reasons including these quotes: 


Bookseller: : Don't close it. You should never close a book until you've read something from it.
Erin Castleton: What?
Bookseller: Well, just a sentence or a word. It can be very, very revealing. Just read something, anything.

Andre de Silva: See, you are sad and happy. You don't smile but you are content. You are sad and happy at the same time. In Brazil we have a term for that - it's 'Saudade'. It's like ... melancholic, nostalgic; it's very Bossanova. 

Welcome to my blog, friends. I'm so glad you're here for the adventure.  Next stop?  To be determined.