Do you take it out on others or do you internalize the struggle?
Do you simply get to work and work doubly hard to complete the task well?
Do you crumble and cry in a corner?
The time for the craft show has come. It should be that craft show, or this craft show, but it is simply dubbed ‘Thee craft show’, which I think is a mistake now, considering expectations and hopes riding on one day
Everyone knows you rarely break even on the first show
If it rains, all bets are off
We keep coming back to the calm place and saying, it’s okay if we don’t make money the first time (lies, all lies)
how could I be this lucky
driving past such riches
of purple and yellow, side by side
with dried husks of late summer
cattails rising from rain-soaked ditches
with life driving by
I am going to have to sacrifice some morning writing time for sewing, or get better light bulbs for seeing in the evening. I have a huge sewing project and I find it very easy to mix up brown and black, and never can tell the difference in the evening between beige and pink. This is a new problem, but solveable
Our birdy friend on the deck is still out there chirping for a mate. Here he is:
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. -Francis Bacon
Walking around my beloved Chicago, I do find my eyes more often passing over the new to admire the old, particularly the architecture that came out of the era just after the great fire in 1871. The Chicago Cultural Center was opened in 1897. Originally the city’s central library, it was converted in the late 70’s to an arts and culture center. I love this building. I walk around it every time like it is the first time. And the real beauty for me of this corner of Michigan and Washington is the old buildings flanked by the new. But for now, let’s look back.