little joys

Even though life has been a bit challenging of late, thoughts of joy have continued to pervade my imagination, which elicited the crafting of these little paper pockets wrapped in soft white cotton. Tucked within each piece was a packet of bath salts--a mini gift for a few creative souls.

I think there’s nothing more satisfying than sharing a bit of joy with others. It always seems to lighten the darkest mood.


along the path

I’ve been struggling a bit (admittedly, an understatement). Most attribute my current state to fluctuating hormones. While I agree, I do not believe my physical being acts alone, divorced from mind and spirit. So recently, I wasn’t surprised when I came upon this image as I departed for my evening walk, or that I began to reflect upon its presence in my life.

Once again, I sense it’s time to let go of some old dreams and entertain some new possibilities. Or maybe I just need to embrace elements in my current life I’ve found lacking. I’ve never been particularly good at making any of these adjustments, especially when the path before me seemed unclear. Is there a life to be lived I don’t truly understand? I think so—and it’s the life I’m presently living.

A few days ago, I found the twigs on the sidewalk disbursed by someone who didn’t take note of their configuration. Perhaps their mind had no need for interpretation or questions unanswered.

Perhaps their path was clear.


creative freedom

Acts of creativity are woven deeply into the tales of America’s quest for independence- consider Betsy Ross’s stitching and the writing of Francis Scott Key. Though not of a nationalistic flavor, I, too, am creating this weekend, ever grateful for the ability and freedom to do so.

Very often a creative act is a method for conveying a belief, idea, or story to another, either on a grand scale or as an intimate act. Perhaps our imaginative instincts tell us there must be another voice, found through stitches, paint, or verse, when all other expressions are found inadequate.

Is it the belief or the creative act that frees us?

Image:  GreenCraft Autumn 2015 Copyright © 2015 Stampington & Company, LLC



I like leftovers, especially those remaining after a dinner party. There’s usually some delicacy I will get to enjoy one more time, either in its original state or in an altered form. I also like the leftover flowers and snippets of conversations I’m left to ponder. Last night’s gathering for my husband’s birthday has provided me with a bit of each.

I’ve been working with some other leftovers recently, scraps from my spring trip to Amsterdam. Today, I decided to mix some of last evening’s leavings with some of my scrappy creations—a simple salutation to what has been a lovely spring.


blue moon

“Make art from this.” Those were the words typed in the subject line of my eldest son’s email. I was honored, but a bit intimidated by his request for an art piece that would reference the material he had forwarded to me—a speech President Nixon was to deliver if the 1969 Apollo 11 Mission had failed.  While I was not familiar with this “contingency” address, his subject line was a reiteration of the words he’d previously used when he presented me with assortment of bottle caps. It seemed his artistic challenge was, at last, complete.

Like most of my work, this piece contains a multitude of elements—references to the speech, bits and pieces from our family farm, one of the bottle caps, and some collectible stamps I came upon quite by accident. Stylistically, it is inspired by the collage work of Clare Goddard, an English artist I discovered during a trip to Seattle last year.

While my works employ conscious efforts, they also seem to call upon my unconscious as well. For example, when I selected the bottle cap, I was thinking of astronauts, space exploration, and the blue tones in my son and daughter-in-law’s apartment décor.  It was only after I retrieved the piece from the framer that I remembered my son had been born during a “blue moon”-- a bit of information I’d received from one of the nurses present at his birth.

I have plans to deliver “Blue Moon” to my son in the upcoming month. I hope he likes it, but I’ve already told him, if he doesn’t, to feel free to give it a bit of closet space. This suggestion may sound strange, but this creative experience has been more about the process than the product. I will always treasure my son’s kind request, the conversations and emails we shared as I worked on the piece, and the memories that arose upon its completion. Therein, I sense the true art.


spring day giveaway

I’ve always enjoyed gifting my work and encouraging others’ creative abilities. One of my little projects, currently included in Somerset Life’s spring edition, brought about their blending. My project included two small kits created to foster the talents of others.  One, an art tin, was recently given to a dear friend of mine. I was thrilled to hear, yesterday, that she has an artistic endeavor underway.

To expand upon this creative initiative, I’ve decided to conduct a little “spring day” giveaway. This idea came to mind when I saw how many Somerset Place readers cited Somerset Life as the magazine they wished to acquire if selected for the blog’s promotional giveaway. I thought I could extend the imaginative fun by offering a copy of the publication’s spring issue via my site. This edition features a number of creative ideas—Jennifer Taylor’s versatile painted pallet, Tricia Johnson’s perfect packaging, and Johanna Love’s dressy desk idea, just to name a few.

If you would like to be entered into my little giveaway*, please leave a comment citing why you would like to obtain the magazine. The deadline for participating is June 15. A recipient will be randomly selected from the proverbial “hat” and mailing arrangements made.

Happy spring!

*Unfortunately, only U.S. mailing addresses may be accepted at this time.

Images:  Somerset Life Spring 2015 Copyright © 2015 Stampington & Company, LLC