Total Pageviews

Thursday, August 20, 2015


Tonight, at Sebasco Estates Resort, Robin R Robinson gave a most excellent presentation on wild life in Phippsburg. Known primarily as a bird photographer, Robin is also a concerned citizen of the natural world. Tonight's presentation made us aware of light pollution
which we are blessedly mostly not invaded by in Phippsburg,
migrating birds that are at risk due to habitat conditions in South America (buy organic coffee and avoid and boycott palm oil products),
a reminder of the fragility of coastal habitats and the need to keep dogs leashed on the beach
Robin , and her photographs, show us the delicate balance of nature and its resiliency. Don't just take my word for it, check out her work at

Thursday, August 6, 2015

A Reminder

that I live in the world, a most beautiful world-that's what yesterday was. So often, I live in my head, through my hands and materials, that I lose sight of the place this body really lives in.
               Juniper and wild roses perfumed the path along the sea at the Giant steps on Bailey Island, the next finger in the Atlantic over from Phippsburg.
                      No question about there being a power greater than ourselves here.....

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Deep Talk

       I am fortunate to have met some wonderful people in my life. I am grateful to have been able to have lunch with two of them today.
       I am a maker, and having lived 62 years on this planet, I am well aware that most people are not. So, it is a real pleasure to share space with two people who are and who understand the maker and designer's process.

Elisa was an editor at Quilter's World when I was still in Berne editing Crochet World. She, like I did (though for different reasons) has moved on, but continues to be involved with quilts
I am quite happily a recipient of one of them, 
and as grateful as I am for the quilt, I cherish our friendship beyond words.

Until today, Chawne Kimber was only known to me online, we had never actually met in Real Life.Her coming to Maine to teach at a quilting retreat, allowed me to finally meet her. And meet her I did!
The first photo is her avoiding my shot, and the second one is her being sucked into our conversation again. Deep Talk is what she most aptly called it.
Instead of showing photos of her work, here's the link to her blog:

Not every stitcher is a little old lady in a rocking chair. This was most definitely not a Ladies Luncheon for the faint hearted. SO GOOD!!!!!!!
In the presence of Silver & Gold today!

Sunday, August 2, 2015

What I Believe

Bear with me.....
Once upon a time I was a wreath maker. On the farm, we produced gorgeous fragrant evergreen wreaths at Christmastime, beginning to collect brush for them as soon as there were five consecutive days of below freezing weather to set the brush. It was a strenuous and dirty job, hands covered with pitch, with there being the joy of decorating only after several hundred were made. I even wrote a book about it , Wreathmaking from the State of Maine, published by DownEast Books in 1987, now out of print.

My daughter, Quayl,
and I still make them, and though our methods are different, we still have a round wreath, a symbol of everlasting life.
Which leads us to a bit of emotion about the word eternal......
Note: the romantic heart wreath is NOT circular- it does not flow, but it has corners and points, one might even say sharp edges.

        I quite unfondly remember seeing the movie Camelot at the Suffolk Theatre (1967)  when I was 14 years old, and as it became obvious that Guinevere and Lancelot were going to betray their marriage and friendship, I had to excuse myself and go out in the alley to throw up. The very idea of it, that Arthur and Guinevere's love was not eternal made me sick, good Catholic girl that I was then.

         I'm no longer 14, but the idea that a longstanding relationship can end still makes me nauseous. I'm old enough and uptight enough that I don't hurl freely, but that doesn't stop my stomach from hurting. Mika has taken over the puking for me the last couple of days. Maybe she's affected by my emotions, though I had at first thought it was from eating skunk shit. Breaking up is skunk shit....
         I'm also no longer that good Catholic girl, having divorced twice myself. But I still believe that
two people can love each other til the not-so-bitter end.

                     I suspect I have more growing up to do. Which truly sucks......

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Up Close and Personal

It is very rare that I go away from the house for the day, but winning a free pass to WCLZ's Studio Z performance of the Decemberists, the drive into the big city was worth it.
The concert was held in a tiny space that was able to accomodate about 40 people, many of them standing up.
Lead singer Colin Meloy's voice is wonderful and distinctive on their recordings. In person, it is magical. So often live performances aren't as good as the studio versions, but this was exquisite...

I was the old lady in the back with tears in her eyes.....

The heavens opened up on the way home, threatening until I got to Brunswick, and then a major downfall, nearly flooding the road. A fitting end to an affecting day.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Rain and Azaleas

Not much to say today, except appreciation for the bits of color and all that green, albeit in a soggy landscape. It sure beats snow!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Glamorous Mom

I remember that my mother liked to dress. For much of my younger childhood, we went to NYC regularly so that she wouldn't have to wear clothes that everyone else in Riverhead had. Unlike many moms of the time, she worked outside of the home, clearly loving it, first part time at the L.I. Cauliflower Association, and then full time at the Suffolk County National Bank. She grew up on a farm, without much money, and turned her Montgomery Ward envy into becoming a seamstress who sewed her own clothes, the better to be able to afford stylish duds.
Even as a young parent, here with my older and brother sister, she looks like she could have been in a Road to Somewhere movie
                                                         Pat, Dad, Frankie, Mom
Here she is with my dad and grandma, at my sister Pat's wedding, getting everybody dressed to the nines.
We always had difficulties, my being the late life surprise that she never forgave, but she also taught me how to sew, and  how to make something grand from nothing much. In spite of it all, she spent the last years of her life out in Berne with me. Thanks to the advancing Alzheimer's she never really understood what either of us was doing there. She continued to flirt with any available male til the very end of her life, a little over two years ago now.
I'm sure she's out there somewhere, playing cards with Dad and Uncle Flory, and giving my father a hard time about eating too much cake. RIP would never apply to my mother!
Happy Mother's Day!