50!

I recently got a thank you card from my aunt & uncle thanking me for sending them this card that I made in honor of their 50th wedding anniversary. They're pretty humble folks who don't mess with too much flash, so I'm glad they could appreciate a bit of bling in their lives. If ever there was a time to do so, it'd be for your 50th, right?

Feral Nests

 

 

Tragic Mistake(s)

 I was nearly done this card when I realized that I not only did I NOT approve of mixing tinsel and cotton thread together, but that I had an unforgivable grammatical error in my text. As a reminder, I always keep these botched attempts, and actually, I'm quite fond of them. Here's the redo.

How much sugar is in this?!

I've been working with this same french dot design for a while now- and there's just something about it that always moves me to write the most -too sweet to eat- phrases that make some people coo and others vomit. Like right now, I'm in a pretty vile mood- so this photo has me wincing. But I totally thought of this design and phrase, and I spent a couple hours sewing it- so surely there's a part of me tucked away somewhere that chirps like all the happy birds out there. But I am not one of them now.

Violent Nostalgia

Today I sent off this piece in the mail- somebody bought something! Hurrah! It was actually purchased weeks ago, but  I had to hold onto it because I was sending it directly to the recipient so that they could receive it at the appropriate time.

I first wrote this phrase in an email which I never sent to my friend Alla- who quit her job where we worked together to become a writer (of plays!) I fell in love with her when she described some forgettable thing as "baby heaven"... She had a way of ushering a dozen people to lunch at once. When she saw me, she would wave her arm with her entire body to say a ridiculously loud "HELLO!", especially if I were only 2 inches away. In return, I gave her the most imperceptible of smiles. Some weeks after Alla quit, I was having a lonely time at my desk, much like I am now (but for new, more depressing reasons). I was perched on my work table looking out onto the office. Way at the other end, the length of a basketball court, Ebony was standing in front of the windows- and when she looked in my direction, she waved that wave of ridiculous enthusiasm. Without thinking, I waved back to her with every bit of strength that I could muster; and much to my surprise, my heart broke.