Sunday Musing, in bits and pieces

My latest lanyard ~ light purple with "old opal" Vintage Venetian seed beads

My latest lanyard ~ light purple with “old opal” Vintage Venetian seed beads

Lanyards are difficult to photograph. 

While lavender/light purple isn’t my favorite color, I put a lot of work into making this lanyard something I would be proud to wear or sell. (The idea, of course, is to sell it. The setting up of my Etsy shop is in progress!)


  • I feel like I’m trudging through sludge in my brain tonight. Cold medicine helps me manage symptoms like sneezing, coughing, and congestion, but it doesn’t help me to think straight. 
  • I managed to clear my throat enough this morning to sing with the choir. Despite 2 cups of coffee at home, I still forgot to put my reading glasses into my purse — luckily, one of the other altos is smart enough to carry 2 pair in her purse! Nothing like sharing “cheaters” among friends. 🙂  
  • In the next few days, I need to complete 4 beaded leashes (2 different orders) which are at various stages of design. I bead the same way I quilt: a lot of doing, a lot of undoing… beading, un-beading; sewing, un-sewing. Eventually, I have a product I am happy with and put on the finishing touches.
  • Whenever I start a creative project, it tends to lead me off on rabbit trails of other creative projects. Right now on my dining room table are some wine glass charms and the remains of a stamping project (and the plans for another). Ten feet away is the baby quilt I started at a “sew day” last Wednesday before I agreed with my MIL (on Friday morning) that it was unrealistic to finish it prior to the baby shower at 2pm on Saturday.
  • Tomorrow is the student/teacher/parent conference for my youngest son. If my brain is engaged, I will remember wear a lanyard as a conversation starter and pack along a few more lanyards just in case a teacher or staff member notices and asks about them. Of course, of greater importance is remembering that I have a 1:30 pm conference time!  I’d be lost without my Google Calendar and the subsequent reminders that are sent to my e-mail inbox and pop up on my screen.
  • I’ve been looking at slideshows of my photographs from Utah and Arizona last year and looking forward to spring break. The sunshine on cactus and rocks almost make me forget how cold it’s been lately.
  • Zuill Bailey played Bach’s Complete Suites for Unaccompanied Cello this afternoon here in town. Unfortunately, at $50 per ticket, I couldn’t afford to buy a pair of tickets in good conscience — especially since I wanted to take a friend instead of my husband. (I love him but he doesn’t love music as much as a few of my friends love music.)  If you don’t know about this musician, do yourself a favor and click here.

What thoughts are wandering through your mind?

Friday Five: Point of Inspiration, and Back to the ’80s

on display

on display

N-Sid-Sen t-shirt quilt

N-Sid-Sen t-shirt quilt

N-Sid-Sen is the native name for this “Point of Inspiration” where braves would go to wait patiently and seek a vision. It was a terrific place for a scrapbooking retreat.


I spent a bit of quiet time in that rocker (3rd from left).

the view from the rocking chairs

the view from the rocking chairs

You might recall that I’ve been going through photos, looking for classic 1980’s fashion. Here is proof that others had it, even if I didn’t…

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The woman on the left (in the group of 4) is wearing an outfit she actually wore to work when pregnant with her daughters in the mid-80's. I love that she gave herself a faux-baby-tummy to complete this look on Saturday!

The woman on the left (in the group of 4) is wearing an outfit she actually wore to work when pregnant with her daughters in the mid-80’s. I love that she gave herself a faux-baby-tummy to complete this look on Saturday!

Scrapbooking weekends are proof that “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!”

Mixing Metaphors

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Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me Home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me Home

That old gospel song became my prayer last night, personalized for the friend who needed the angels to bring him “across the Jordan” and into the Promised Land.

I can’t begin to express the privilege and honor I felt at being in the room when the chariot swung low to carry him home.

It was a holy moment.

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Author C.S. Lewis would likely call it, “Farewell to Shadowlands” — the title of the final chapter in his book, The Last Battle (final book in the Chronicles of Narnia series), when the characters enter a new world as they are invited to go “further up and further in!”

 Sorrows mix with joy
Faith and Hope give sustenance
Peace attained last night

I’ll Fly Away (Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Over the river and through the woods,
To grandmother’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Through (the) white and drifted snow!

Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the woods,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ling!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the woods,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Song lyrics found here

There’s No Place Like Home

It’s been a busy weekend.

On Friday evening, we were off at the Boy Scout camp, visiting SnakeMaster for “family day.” (My previous post, however, brings into question the family aspect of it.)

But on Saturday? Weird things were happening. There must have been a doozy of a storm or something! Our local business district was closed to motor vehicle traffic, and people (over 20,000 people!) were walking around in the heat, looking a little bit… odd.

Toto Two?

Back off, grammarly friends, it was intentional!

There were all shapes and sizes of Dorothy look-alikes.

A tiny Dorothy and a Scarecrow, too!

Auntie Em’s Plate Break

Do you remember this post  (I used the green leafy bike rack on Saturday) about the Garland Business District?  As you have probably guessed from the photos above, this past Saturday was the Garland Street Fair. It was the 10th annual such event — a tribute to Judy Garland and the Wizard of Oz, and a great way to familiarize others in the city with this fun and funky business district.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Ferguson’s Cafe

As previously reported, these two landmark businesses have been repaired and reopened after being gutted by a fire last fall.

The Milk Bottle, open for business!

Huckleberry Ice Cream

But if cupcakes and music are more your “thing”…

We’ve got those, too!

Where there’s music and street fairs, there’s an abundance of Tie Dye. This was just one shop of several set up on the street along the Yellow Brick Road.

Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow…

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue!

This local landmark  participates into the festival, too, by showing the Wizard of Oz even lower prices than its normal discounted rates!

The sun was hot and the beer gardens looked very tempting, but I decided it would be safer for me to get on my bike and ride home to have a tall glass of cold lemonade.


Next weekend there is a Lentil Festival in the little town where my kids go to college.
If I’m lucky, I’ll get to try some lentil ice cream. It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it!  

Musical Mancake: an open letter to Mrs. G.

Dear Mrs. G.,

For more than four years now I have enjoyed mancake with my coffee. I commend you on the excellent and varied menu.

While I am particularly fond of the Firth flavor, I have also appreciated some of your more unusual  specialties. However, I have yet to see Zuill Bailey at Derfwad Manor. Please allow me to introduce you to him.

[Please note: Unlike a majority of my posts, not a single one of these pictures belongs to me — sad, but true. However, each and every photo is linked to the site where it was found.]

Zuill Bailey is widely considered to be one of the world’s premiere cellists. His own website presents excellent qualifications:

“His rare combination of celebrated artistry, technical wizardry as well as his engaging personality has secured his place as one of the most sought after and active cellists today.”

Did you catch that? One of the most sought after

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Having the pleasure of being at one of his recent performances, I can attest to the warmth and expression with which he plays his instrument — a 1693 beauty — and WOWZA! He can make that cello sing!

You’d be doing yourself a favor to stop right now to watch and listen to him play:

In my research, I came across an excellent review by Jane Coyne in which she writes,

“Bailey doesn’t play notes. He plays sounds and feelings. His cello is as beautiful as he is, but after watching him play it for awhile, it almost seems as if he becomes one with it and that he is dancing freely as an extension of it. His performance is simply a joyous experience for all. A living lesson in phrasing, his every stroke begins with absolute clarity. His fingers are fast and articulate, and he plays with a wonderful combination of strength and smoothness.”

And Commerce Press declares,

“Having Bailey around is an event.  Not only is he one of the world’s finest cellists, he is also known as a caring human being.” 

What do you think? Does he make the cut?

Sincerely yours,

MTM: Musical and Magical

I’m not a fan of hot summer weather, but last week I was more than happy to spend some time outdoors. On Wednesday and Thursday evening, Mozart and more was being played in my favorite city park.

Duncan Gardens at Manito Park

My friend ~A~ had two tickets at a table and invited me to join her for the evening on Wednesday. For our ears, there were 3 talented sopranos; an octet of horns, oboes, clarinets, and bassoons; a bassist and a guest cellist. For our eyes, there was the brilliant pink in sunset clouds, the expressions on the musicians’ faces and the candles lit midway through the evening.

We brought along a bottle of wine and wine glasses from home. A simple yet rich dessert of custard with fresh berries was served, along with water and coffee.

The loveliness of linen tablecloths and classical music by candlelight, combined with being able to see the singers’ and musicians’ expressions, made it well worth the $25 ticket price IMO.

Mozart on a Summer’s Eve

Zuill Bailey was there to charm us with his cello — and charm us he did! If you have never heard of this incredible musician, you owe it to yourself to click the link on his name. He is prime mancake  one of the premiere cellists in the world. I regret not having a photo of my own to share with you.

In fact, it was such a wonderful concert that I invited SuperDad and H-J to return with me on Thursday evening. We brought folding chairs (to set up beyond the cordoned-off area for paid seating), a picnic supper, and enjoyed the music for free. While we were not able to clearly see the musicians as they played, our ears could hear, our minds could imagine, and our hearts could swell with the crescendos. In other words, it was a fabulous evening and yet another reason I love living here.

Zuill Bailey is returning in March for the 2013 Northwest Bach Festival. I think I might need to purchase a ticket.