Treasure

Money is not the true measure of success in life, but rather the experiences one has that are the true treasure.

I recently encountered a very dear friend from the past and the encounter triggered flashbacks to some of our experiences together and from there to just general reminiscences on life experiences that make up my personal treasure.

These are some of my favorites:

1. I've danced all night in a Tokyo nightclub
2. I've walked over a bed of hot coals
3. I've climbed Mt Kilimanjaro
4. I've wrestled Komodo dragons (onto an X-ray table)
5. I've snorkeled off the coast of Zanzibar
6. I've eaten seared foie gras in Paris
7. I've sailed under the Golden Gate bridge at sunset
8. I've climbed naked through the Exploratorium Tactile Dome (it was a "sanctioned" event)
9. I've talked a suicidal young woman off a bridge
10. I've seen flying fish and bioluminescence in the middle of the ocean

what are your treasured experiences?

Old girl needs a facelift

We have been in our home for 10 years now, and she is due for a facelift.  Phase 1 is painting the exterior.  Before we can start on that there are a few items that need some work.  Craig already busted his butt trimming all the bushes surrounding the house so we can actually access the side of it now.  The porch railing is rotted so we made a good start replacing that today before it hit 100F!

Of course, it was much harder to actually do than how I imagined it my head, LOL!  Craig was a good sport and tolerated my need to measure and measure and measure again before, during and after each post was put in.  I think the end result (first of 3 railings) looks pretty good. 

Aidan even helped by using his little remote control dump truck to deliver nails as we needed them. Go Team Dauch! 

Keeping our fingers crossed we can keep the momentum going, I have a rather long "honey do" list for Craig this summer.

Little bit o this, little bit o that

Slowly working away at different projects as my fingers have healed and time permits.

Here is a delightful little lunch bag just completed yesterday.  All this fabric was left over from a shower curtain I made many years ago with my good friends, Mary and Yvette.

Aidan has requested that we save this until he starts kindergarten and needs his own lunch bag. 

Speaking of Aidan, he is quite crafty too, especially if it has anything to do with planes, trains or automobiles.  Craig and he recently completed a Warhawk airplane model.  We just got it hung up in his bedroom yesterday.  Everyone is happy about the way it looks silhouetted  against the gigantic wall map.

Some aquatic beads I've been working on lately.  I have made quite a few of these trying to get the jelly fish to look "right".  

this last one has a glow-in-the-dark bell on the jelly for a special surprise

And finally, one of nature's lovely creations feeding on the honeysuckle as dusk falls. These moths are so large, Craig mistook them for hummingbirds at first.

Striving for Ambidexterity

The crafting has taken a big hit as I recently broke one of my fingers.  It's the middle finger on my dominant hand, darn it.  This is what I have learned so far:

• Lots of people have broken their fingers.  I get to hear all the stories and it's kind of a strange, but not unwelcome, bonding moment with people.
• Brushing your teeth with your non-dominant hand is comically difficult.  Go on, try it, you know you want to now.
•  I can use this to get out of washing the dishes, woo hoo!
• Several folks have pointed out that this may make me smarter by forcing my brain to learn to do things with my left hand.  I dunno, it's probably gonna take more than that to rewire this noggin.
• X-ray techs don't feel comfortable removing or re-applying the splint.  Each time I have done it myself, literally single handedly.  I find this a bit baffling as this must be a daily occurrence in their profession.
• Small boys and dogs get over the novelty of the splint pretty quick and just want you to throw the ball or crash the toy cars again, sore finger be damned.
• My co-worker had a cut on his nose and so when people would ask how I broke my finger, I would reply "did you see XXX's nose?".  Strangely, no one questioned this answer.
• I get to flip to bird with impunity and just blame it on the splint.

OK, OK enough about the stupid finger.  I just want it to heal up quick so I can get back to knitting, flameworking and maybe some gardening.

Happy New Year

It's a new year again and you know what that means, yup, resolutions.

This will be the year of de-stashing.  I will be finishing projects started long ago and using the materials I have on hand as much as possible for any new projects.

To that end, I made this little dust cover for the sewing machine. I have had this beautiful patterned fabric forever, saving it for something "special".  Well, today was declared Special, because, really, isn't every day special.  Actually, this started as a cover for the Kitchenaid mixer, but on a whim I tried it on the sewing machine and viola, a perfect fit, plus it matches the decor in this room.

 On a roll now, I gathered the supplies for my next project. I recently developed a bit of an obsession with the idea of making a terrarium. I found a nice glass bowl at Goodwill and a few little succulents from Lowe's.  A brief search of the homestead turned up the rest of the items as well as some glass critters as potential candidates for a new environment.

I have no idea what varieties of succulents these are, but I'm especially taken with the one in the upper right, it looks like weird tentacles with cup-like indentations at each tip, very alien.

The arid landscape in miniature proves to be a perfect place to catch a glimpse of the always elusive Black Dragon.

It was a fine day of football for the guys, but before the sporting excitement started they took care of a little household repair.

Great job guys, no more leaks!