Hailey Rae

Today I'm feeling like I need some loves from my girl... over 1000 miles away, I'm sure you can imagine, I am a little sad. Here are some photos I snatched while she was here in June. My heart is crying. These pictures always make me smile though :)

too excited!

So many good things are happening right now. I'm feeling overwhelmingly grateful and happy. I'll start with the super exciting...

Something Baby

There isn't much to it yet, but oh man... there will be! I made tags and everything!

also...

Something Quilted

Again, nothing. But there will be. I'm just proud of myself that I have both stores UP!

I don't want to jinks it, but I'm going in for an interview tomorrow at ANTHROPOLOGY!!! Best place to work EVER! EEK!

I guess I'll find out how it goes tomorrow...

I'll be praying all night.

Pray with me?

This job would be such a blessing, another one stacked on the top of all the others... like a cherry on an ice cream sunday, only better.

Earth and Moon

My shadow casts itself upon the Moon making her appear smaller than she truly is. As I move, the Moon grows weaker. In her defense, it is all about the position she is in. She will never cover me up, I am too great. Her world revolves around mine, making me the most important. The Moon, her shapes and shadows so beautiful, will never be as breathtaking as me and my colors and mysteries. To the Moon I am everything.

I am alive! Living. Moving. Breathing. My breath is more important to the Moon than her own breath she breathes. My concerns concern her, my fears frighten her. In any situation, when I am well or distraught the Moon, she aches for me. She fears my need for her will dwindle to nothing.

Little does she know she is everything to me. Despite her small stature and lack of awe - she is what keeps me alive. She is my emotion, my dance. She pulls me in - captivating.

We are drawn to one another and she knows not. She is unaware of my need for her. If she were to grow wings and soar to another, well, I would end.

On the other hand, I know she needs me. I know her love, her deep rooted, unending love for me. And it fills my soul.

Sometimes I am afraid. Afraid the morning comes and evening never returns. I fear I'll never see the moon again. Never her piercing illumination in the darkness. Never her face on mine. Only the sun, what has the sun done for me? Nothing. Left me a desert. A barren womb - lifeless.

But the Moon. The Moon sings me songs no other could. Her voice is gravity.

birthday quilt!

My best work I've done thus far in my journey with my sewing machine... I must say, I am so proud of myself! I look at this thing and think, I really made that? I'm sorry if I sound self centered... I just am so excited! I'm looking forward to making more quilts and things for people I love, and people I don't even know yet!

This quilt is for my life long friend Autumn, she is the most amazing artist I have ever had the privilege of knowing on such a deep level. I love her so so much. This quilt is for her, everything about it has meaning that she understands. Happy Birthday to my wonderful friend!

not much has changed...

Mother's Day

This mothers day was a big success. Nathan and I honored our mothers by making them a wonderful breakfast - waffles from scratch with homemade whipped cream and fresh strawberries along with a mushroom, tomato and basil egg scramble! YUM!

After breakfast we hopped in the car and drove to Aloha to the Barefoot Quilt Festival. It was a little hard to find, but once we made it to the Jenkins Estate it was worth it! The Estate was beautiful, so much history within the home. I told Nathan I wish we knew about this place when we were looking for places to get married, not that our wedding was not perfect, it was just that pretty!

The quilts were really great, the theme was "Then and Now - Twenty Years of Quilts" Each artist had a quilt from twenty years ago next to a quilt they made this year. My favorite was the water color quilts...

I also really loved the fabric stretched over canvas to create a different kind of look...
After the quilt festival we drove to Elk Rock at The Bishops Close, Portland's best kept secret. The gardens are beautiful! It was so relaxing and definitely will become a regular place to visit on sunny days. Here are some pictures I took while exploring...






It was a perfect day. We are so blessed to have our parents in our lives that support us and care about us. It was fun spoiling our moms with a homemade breakfast and flowers.

Mother's Day has always been a fond memory for me, this was the first year I was not home with my mom so I had to make it special in a different way. Growing up, we would get up early before mom and make her breakfast in bed and bring it to her while singing,

Happy Mother's Day to you,
Happy Mother's Day to you,
Happy Mother's Day dear Mommy....
Happy Mother's Day to you!

I'm looking forward to the day that song will be sung to me by my little ones... until then, I will celebrate my mom - she is a wonderful mother and friend. I appreciate her so much and I don't know what I would do without her. Even within these past few months I feel like our relationship has grown to another level. I pray my children think of me the same way I think of my mom, she is beautiful inside and out, in every way.

I am honored to say this year I have taken in another mother as well! Getting married has its perks in so many ways, I have twice the family I had before! Carol has been such a blessing to me and I look forward to the future we'll share together. She is the only woman that loves my husband as much as I do and that means the world to me.

Mother's Day might be one of my favorite holidays, and I'm not even a mom! :)

Here's a shout out to our moms! We love you SO MUCH!!

A Case of the Mondays

I realized today that I get headaches fairly often, at least once a week. However, it was brought to my attention that the reoccurring headaches I get seem to always fall on a Monday. I'm not sure if this is entirely true every week, but it makes sense.

My only day off is Sunday so naturally Mondays are dreaded more than the other five days I work, not because I have more work on Monday, but because its just the beginning of a very long journey to the next day off.

Today's is particularly bad. And it technically started last night so this might not count as a "Monday-ache." I'm ready for this headache thing to subside...

Tomorrow is Tuesday, hopefully my body will understand it is not the day to have a headache. I guess I can schedule them for Mondays only, that would make my life a little easier.... If I have to have a headache, at least I would know it was coming.

frustrations with the legend

I shall meet the demand...

We watched a movie this week directed by Martin Scorsese called No Direction Home: Bob Dylan. This movie really got my blood pumping. It made me want to grab my guitar and play songs that make people think, make people want to live with purpose. How could one man write words and present them in a way so revolutionary? Its interesting to think, after watching this movie, Bob Dylan would have hated what I just said about him. He wanted never to be called a Revolutionary Figure, or The Face of his Generation.... He hated the silliness of his publicity.

This video makes me frustrated. Why couldn't he just play music he loved and let his viewers love it back? Why did he make himself so complicated? "I am not a folk singer." Come on Bob, yes you are! What other category does your music fall under?! And pa-lease! Do not tell me you don't care about your music. Words that come out of your mouth are beautiful and thought provoking, let us appreciate your work rather than question ourselves for admiring it. You frustrate me as a musician and writer.

Even though Bob Dylan doesn't ever admit he is passionate about his music, I believe he is deep down. Without passion how could he write what he writes? I have to think he cares to some extent and if he doesn't I can no longer listen to his music.

He said once, "What good are fans? You cannot eat applause for breakfast. You cannot sleep with it." I guess his cynicism kept him humble.

Regardless of his religious views, political standpoint, musical talent, or public limelight, Bob Dylan has a mind that I am curious about. So curious it keeps me up at night, and maybe that is his goal. He gets under my skin and torments me and makes me stand in awe all at the same time. I don't think there is a musician in history that could do the same thing Bob Dylan has done. Nevertheless, I think he is foolish to make such ridiculous statements to reporters while being interviewed.

Despite all the questions he raised during the sixties, I think we call all learn from Dylan's work.

How many times must a man look up

before he can see the sky?

How many ears must one man have

before he can hear people cry?

How many deaths will it take till he knows

that too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.

The answer is blowing in the wind.

Bob, I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.