LIfe Interupted

I never saw the movie Girl Interrupted but I'm having the feeling that I'm in a version of Life Interrupted and it's going to be a long running show.  Thankfully there was a midweek intermission which I'll describe later.

Ashley came up for 4 days this week and we sorted, purged, cleared out, and cleaned.  We concentrated on art supplies and books. We haven't even touched fabrics so there will be many more days like these.  Ashley is quiet the taskmaster (did I train her too well?); she threatened to recommend me to "Hoarders" if I didn't stay with the job.  If this sounds like complaining it's the exhaustion talking.  I really do appreciate the focused direction.  She has several big shows in he spring so we're doing this while she has some flex time and I'm thinking it will give me a good work environment when I can get back to making art between now and the move time.  Thanks kiddo.

The intermission mentioned above was an outing for Deborah's 40th birthday.  Six of us met at an elegant new eatery in Dallas, Samar by Stephen Pile.  The celebration was to honor her but we all enjoyed the experience.

Tote Tuesday

This 3+ yard assortment of hand dyed, printed, and painted fabrics are my contribution to TOTE TUESDAY. I am excited to be participating in this latest installment of Fiber Arts for A Cause organized by Virginia Spiegel. In case you're new here, FAFOC is Virginia's brainchild to raise money for the American Cancer Fund.

My fabric will be included in a Tote sponsored by Lyric Kinard and will include her new book, Art & Quilt plus a beautiful beaded journal she has created.

Go to Virginia's website for more details. Bidding starts Tuesday, Feb. 2nd with the project running on Tues. thru March.

Hope in the face of loss

For most of last week and some of this I have not felt well. I think my original malady morphed into seasonal allergies accounting for the sniffles, sneezes, headache that have turned me into a bit of a zombie. I'm hoping I'll feel better with the weather change expected this weekend. I know I'll feel better seeing Karlie. Any problems and worries I have are minescule in the face of the tragedy that has unfolded this week in Haiti.

The last 2 days remind me of the images of Katrina. Once again I am reminded of how richly blessed I am. I have a life filled with hope; I have a life of luxury compared to standards of much of the world. My circumstances are far removed from those of the citizens of Haiti. I can hardly imagine theirs. They had little in their lives before the earthquake and now the horrors they face are overwhelming.

I believe in hope. I believe there is power in each small action, donation, volunteer effort. I urge everyone to do what small thing they can to bring hope in the face of this loss.