spring day

This day
there will be black scribbles on pressed paper
silent utterings atop paved stones
and delicate stitches bound in smooth, white cotton.
I will be laid open
left bare
utterly revealed
in warm, resplendent delight.

-excerpt from Freed


creative recalculation

Since last October, I’ve been working on a fabric hat for my friend. I decided to stop working on it last week. No matter how many times I tried to make it work, it didn’t work. I needed to let it go.

I was determined to make a hat, because she loves hats. I thought I had found a pattern I could bring to fruition. I was wrong.

Now, I’ve chosen to create a gift related to hats- a small, ivory burlap bag embellished with antique lace (a bit of Irish lace, since she’s Irish), silk ribbon, and some millinery beads and flowers. I selected a brass hat pin to accompany it and placed some lavender lotion, soap, and tea inside.

This piece represents yet another creative recalculation. I missed a turn and had to refer to my internal “Siri” for redirection. It wasn’t the first time, nor will it be the last. Actually, I’m not sure I know any other way to travel along a creative path; but I suppose it doesn’t matter, as long as I arrive at my intended destination.

Postscript:  This gift’s palette reminded me of a beautiful wedding invitation I received a few years ago. I wondered if a similar piece, which mixes ivory burlap, delicate lace, and silk ribbon, might be suitable for a bride or bridesmaids. A bride’s bag could be embellished with a family heirloom —a piece of jewelry or such. I wondered what could be placed inside. Suggestions?


Hippocratic health

I’m currently working on some gift bags for a health care agency, while I’m also in the midst of completing my annual health assessment for insurance purposes. The former led me to some quotes attributed to the Greek physician Hippocrates, who is often referred to as the “father of medicine.” While the time period in which he lived is cited as c. 460 – c. 370 BCE, some of the quotes I came upon seemed as suitable today as they evidently were during his lifetime. Here is a sampling of what I found on Goodreads.

“If we could give every individual the right amount of nourishment and exercise, not too little and not too much, we would have found the safest way to health.”

“Walking is man's best medicine.”

“Let food be thy medicine.”

Eat well and exercise- simple health advice that has stood the test of time.


creative fuel

I’m often asked, “Where do you get your ideas?” To be very honest, l don’t always know. Most often, I’m influenced by the creative work of others, the sights and sounds that surround me, and the relationships I share with others. The latter is what inspired most of the pieces that are currently featured in Somerset Life’s Winter 2015 issue. They emerged from lovely moments involving my daughter-in-law’s mother, travels with my husband, and the discovery of a simple handwritten note among the library shelves.

I can only wonder what life adventures will fuel my creative interests in 2015. 

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


intensely blue

This Valentine’s Day I’ve returned to a black and white palette, but this time, I’ve added a bit of wintery blue. I found the Midori ribbon in Seattle last February at a wonderful shop named de Medici Ming Fine Paper.  This is just a snippet of one of the pieces that is currently featured in Somerset Life's Winter 2015 issue, which includes an assortment of creative ways to express love and affection.

Blue is perhaps my favorite hue, and it often serves as an accent color amidst my landscape of white. Not long ago, when I found myself gazing intensely at the blue light emitted at the base of some candle flames, I commented on the lovely color. In response, my husband mentioned the phrase, “as hot as blue blazes.” I found his comment interesting, because while I was familiar with the phrase, I’d never considered its origin. It struck me as rather odd, for in my mind I had always associated blue with notions of peace and tranquility, not intense heat.

I’m looking at the color blue differently now- wondering where the intensity of heat and the aspects of peace might meet. It is a place, perhaps, I am yet to discover or understand.