Anger is indeed a condition within which the tongue works faster than the mind.
This is the reason why I don't ever listen to vitriolic diatribes where religion and/or politics are the unifying subject.
This being said, it is a rare person that can expound intelligently on either subject. This is the person with whom which I will debate. You see, for me there is no compromise or capitulation. I don't take a statement at face value.......ever. Just because 2,009 years ago, give or take, there was a Jewish boy who drove his parents and teachers crazy because he also didn't take things at face value, and was also young enough, literate, astute and charismatic enough to the point of being able to lead those who chose to follow him without question, does not compel me on any level to accept the writings of other literate, Jewish boys who saw a cool way to get attention, as the be all end all, gospel.
This, to me, does not constitute a good reason to get all self righteous because the elected President of the United States, who definitely marches to the beat of his own drum, chooses to honor all Americans instead of only those that choose to follow without question one convincing Jewish boy in the throes of teenage rebellion. It truly boggles the mind. And please keep in mind that due to an accident of birth I was born to two Jewish parents. So, my upbringing has always centered on some very basic Jewish tenets: Always give to charity. If you have too much on your table give the rest to a hungry person. Study; get an education, always treat everyone as you would wish to be treated, and always question when you are presented with a person or idea that professes to be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
It is said that a person is not defined by who he is but by what he does; I am a seamstress. I custom create and fabricate anything your heart desires. A family history that goes back to Europe's finest needleworkers and artisans is the backbone of my commitment to excellence.
Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit ;-)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Samantha Jane 1.2
She is sweeter than a ripe Fuji Apple. Pretty as true Autumn. Sublime as sunset over the Pacific. Samantha Jane 1.2
New Born
it's true that there will come a day when you'll wake up from a deep, relaxing sleep and realize that 'today is the first day of the rest of your life'. I know that sounds like an antique cliche, but it happened to me today. it made me laugh. a true, joyful, giggly laugh.
I am comfortable in my skin. Yes, I am no longer young...yes, I am no longer sleekly beautiful...yes, my thoughts have shifted to a brand new level of consciousness. Am I glad about these changes? Yes and no. I'm a bit fearful that the years left to me are visible and numbered. But, no one could ever acuse me of being a pessimist. I'm a joyful woman. I raise my hands to my own internal keyboard and compose, and create, and spin, and weave a bounty of beautiful eye candy. My notes are all the colors of the rainbow, all the notes in the Universe, all the textures of our life. Comfortable in my skin.
I am comfortable in my skin. Yes, I am no longer young...yes, I am no longer sleekly beautiful...yes, my thoughts have shifted to a brand new level of consciousness. Am I glad about these changes? Yes and no. I'm a bit fearful that the years left to me are visible and numbered. But, no one could ever acuse me of being a pessimist. I'm a joyful woman. I raise my hands to my own internal keyboard and compose, and create, and spin, and weave a bounty of beautiful eye candy. My notes are all the colors of the rainbow, all the notes in the Universe, all the textures of our life. Comfortable in my skin.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Handmade for the Holidays!!
I'm just finishing a gorgeous doll for a private client! no pictures yet. Remember everyone: BUY HANDMADE FOR THE HOLIDAYS!!! http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5194785
Thursday, July 30, 2009
procrastination
a sorry state of affairs when you just can't find your way through the minefield of procrastination and get to work.....
Monday, July 27, 2009
Playdate
Having the kids here, driving them up and down the backbone of Colorado to the airport, playdates (what else can you call what they do here?) concerts, hunting and gathering, the quest for sun and water. I'm sure you get my drift here. Along with my daytime job, and my suddenly active doll etc. business (I'm making a second quilt and matching teddy bear), I'm gripping the days with fingers extended to their maximum.
They're at someone else’s house this week; I can attempt to clean around their triple parked "stuff".
and finish the quilt and bear, and start the next doll- a centerpiece for an autumn foyer display for a woman who lives near you. Autumn? Summer? Did winter actually end? And now it's peeking over the Rockies at me again.
Ok, going to take a shower now ttyl
They're at someone else’s house this week; I can attempt to clean around their triple parked "stuff".
and finish the quilt and bear, and start the next doll- a centerpiece for an autumn foyer display for a woman who lives near you. Autumn? Summer? Did winter actually end? And now it's peeking over the Rockies at me again.
Ok, going to take a shower now ttyl
Monday, July 13, 2009
another Sale on Etsy!!!
woohoo!!! A nice woman, who collects dolls has purchased Samantha Jane!! She will be wearing an ivory dress and autumn leaf patterned apron. this is what she says:
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Thank you for writing me. I was wondering if it would be possible to have an autumn leaf pattern pinafore over a cream or ivory dress. We just moved into our new home and she will be one of my main decorations this fall. I have been collecting large homemade dolls for several years, but none of them compare in quality to your dolls. Thank you for making her for our family. Jo Ann
12 July 2009 12:35pm EDT
I rock!!!! Yep, sometimes the quilts that come out looking like dolls are worth all the effort!!
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Thank you for writing me. I was wondering if it would be possible to have an autumn leaf pattern pinafore over a cream or ivory dress. We just moved into our new home and she will be one of my main decorations this fall. I have been collecting large homemade dolls for several years, but none of them compare in quality to your dolls. Thank you for making her for our family. Jo Ann
12 July 2009 12:35pm EDT
I rock!!!! Yep, sometimes the quilts that come out looking like dolls are worth all the effort!!
sometimes.......mmmm.........maybe?
on every other day, in the long linked necklace of my days, I attempt to dig a deep convoluted hole through the rich, loamy earth of my psyche and create a bloody quilt. Sometimes it works........and sometimes........maybe not. Unfortunately, when the creative types who design human beings were handing out patience, I was in the french fry line. Right.....everything is relative. Hey, it takes a long time to make french fries and I can wait for that !!!! It would be so much easier if the quilts, etc.. that live in my my brain could be instantly translated to the top of my bed. good luck with that, Nana.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
It has been a year since I held you in my arms......
tomorrow they arrive.....it has been a year since I held them, kissed their baby smooth skin. All that is left to do is make their beds, and make sure my stock of peanut butter is up to snuff, and pray that the hungry Pacific is busy doing something else while their plane crosses so high above. Is it possible to keep an airplane in the air merely by the force of love for the occupants? So high, so far away.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Source
The streets of Chicago…In the springtime of the year you can taste the flowering,and feel the silky air caress your skin.At dusk, in summer you can hear the streets sigh with relief as the sun sets and humid air rises like a twirling, cartwheeling tap dancer leery of touching down on the moist, spongy asphalt.
In the autumn the smell is smoke.And sounds are crisp, and children crunch and stomp through fallen piles of leaves.And pump to the sky on rusty chain swings; head down, feet up.
And winter will take your life if you don’t know how to sidestep quickly.The purple sky is bruised and hurting and mean enough to punish you,you the innocent watcher,for no reason.
But winter also sings; the voice is icicles; tinkling bell notes,glittering in streetlights, mesmerizing your mind,drawing you slowly over icy sidewalks,searching for the source;the source of sound,and light,and warmth.
The streets of Chicago…In the springtime of the year you can taste the flowering,and feel the silky air caress your skin.At dusk, in summer you can hear the streets sigh with relief as the sun sets and humid air rises like a twirling, cartwheeling tap dancer leery of touching down on the moist, spongy asphalt.
In the autumn the smell is smoke.And sounds are crisp, and children crunch and stomp through fallen piles of leaves.And pump to the sky on rusty chain swings; head down, feet up.
And winter will take your life if you don’t know how to sidestep quickly.The purple sky is bruised and hurting and mean enough to punish you,you the innocent watcher,for no reason.
But winter also sings; the voice is icicles; tinkling bell notes,glittering in streetlights, mesmerizing your mind,drawing you slowly over icy sidewalks,searching for the source;the source of sound,and light,and warmth.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
beyond my ability
evidently I am not intellectually capable of navigating this blog layout thing correctly. I'll try again later.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Bone and Flesh
There is a house
Made of bone and flesh
Who lives inside?
What lives inside
Dark corners, too small
Room after room
Room after room
Room after room
Windows opaque, unseeing
Unseen, the truth of being
Too fearful to raise it’s head,
furtively glancing behind
And beyond.
Sniffing the air, wishing for rain,
Wishing for soup.
A house made of bone and flesh,
So slowly it twirls,
A child at twilight
Golden hair lifting,
Skirt rising,
ballooning around dirty knees.
Tiptoe tiny dancer,
Green green grass beneath
her dirty feet.
Dance dance dance…
Hands outstretched
Wishing for hands
To touch.
Eyes closed upon the
Darkness
No firefly lights
Her way
No hands reach out.
Spinning slowly
Furtively peering over
Window sills,
Through glass opaque,
No hands reach out,
Or through.
No rain
No soup.
Made of bone and flesh
Who lives inside?
What lives inside
Dark corners, too small
Room after room
Room after room
Room after room
Windows opaque, unseeing
Unseen, the truth of being
Too fearful to raise it’s head,
furtively glancing behind
And beyond.
Sniffing the air, wishing for rain,
Wishing for soup.
A house made of bone and flesh,
So slowly it twirls,
A child at twilight
Golden hair lifting,
Skirt rising,
ballooning around dirty knees.
Tiptoe tiny dancer,
Green green grass beneath
her dirty feet.
Dance dance dance…
Hands outstretched
Wishing for hands
To touch.
Eyes closed upon the
Darkness
No firefly lights
Her way
No hands reach out.
Spinning slowly
Furtively peering over
Window sills,
Through glass opaque,
No hands reach out,
Or through.
No rain
No soup.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
my President!
well, I don't know who sent you this, but not only do I take it personally, I am sure that this person did not vote for President Obama. The light at the end of the tunnel I peer through may have a slightly gilded, rosy tint, but it most assuredly is still lit, brighter than it's been in years. The economic problems were caused by greed. Greed and illiteracy. Plain and simple. It'll take a massive overhaul of the moral climate as well as the educational system for Americans to implement a true and real turnaround. Or maybe a plague of locusts that only have a taste for people with no respect for his or her fellow human. The economic climate is taking care of itself, the moral climate is a whole 'nother ballgame.
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pessimism- [pes-uh-miz-uhm]
1.
the tendency to see, anticipate, or emphasize only bad or undesirable outcomes, results, conditions, problems, etc.: His pessimism about the future of our country depresses me.
Yes, you, my favorite newscasters for more than ten years are so pessimistic that I find myself switching to CBS.
Yes, America has problems; we know this, it's not news. Can we please hear some talk about how we as a nation are going about fixing the problems?
Yes, there are problems of a financial nature, serious, life threatening problems concerning the environment, problems concerning absent parents and their resultant out of control, uneducated, immoral children who are cruel and pessimistic.
Talk to me of the plans for renewal, the plans for solvency, for guidance and education of the children. I want to hear that we are all in this boat together, and that the new captain is young, energetic, optimistic, educated, and knows how to fix the mess he has inherited. All we need to do is listen to him, trust him, and do what we know how to do best; survive.
The dour predictions, the dour expressions (do you watch yourselves?), the less than enthusiastic faith in your fellow Americans to pull themselves up and keep swinging away is almost criminal. You know people listen to you, trust you, look to you for guidance and direction. And what do they get? PESSIMISM.
Am I expecting too much to want to hear on my newscast that we will get beyond this...as always...and come out on the other side better, smarter, kinder, more compassionate; filled with ideas, filled with laughter, filled with hope?
Seriously, listening to you causes my abdominal muscles to clench.
I wish for you happiness, prosperity, the love of a child, good food to eat, clean air to breathe, a soft bed to sleep in, a warm hand to hold.
1.
the tendency to see, anticipate, or emphasize only bad or undesirable outcomes, results, conditions, problems, etc.: His pessimism about the future of our country depresses me.
Yes, you, my favorite newscasters for more than ten years are so pessimistic that I find myself switching to CBS.
Yes, America has problems; we know this, it's not news. Can we please hear some talk about how we as a nation are going about fixing the problems?
Yes, there are problems of a financial nature, serious, life threatening problems concerning the environment, problems concerning absent parents and their resultant out of control, uneducated, immoral children who are cruel and pessimistic.
Talk to me of the plans for renewal, the plans for solvency, for guidance and education of the children. I want to hear that we are all in this boat together, and that the new captain is young, energetic, optimistic, educated, and knows how to fix the mess he has inherited. All we need to do is listen to him, trust him, and do what we know how to do best; survive.
The dour predictions, the dour expressions (do you watch yourselves?), the less than enthusiastic faith in your fellow Americans to pull themselves up and keep swinging away is almost criminal. You know people listen to you, trust you, look to you for guidance and direction. And what do they get? PESSIMISM.
Am I expecting too much to want to hear on my newscast that we will get beyond this...as always...and come out on the other side better, smarter, kinder, more compassionate; filled with ideas, filled with laughter, filled with hope?
Seriously, listening to you causes my abdominal muscles to clench.
I wish for you happiness, prosperity, the love of a child, good food to eat, clean air to breathe, a soft bed to sleep in, a warm hand to hold.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
ah Israel, gorgeous, golden land! The land where the people of the Jewish faith can go and finally feel safe. Where industry and perseverence are the hallmark of the people. Where education of the people is paramount, and the minds and hearts of the children are nurtured with joy and love. Where a shining, strong nation rose up through the hands and hearts of a people so strong that NOTHING could totally extinguish the flaming will to live that is in the hearts of all Jews....ALL JEWS...all over the world. WE stand and cheer and pray and send our love across the land to you, to those who make a stand and protect a country brought forth from the sand and heat and broken hearts. Be strong, protect what you have created! Be proud, and rest assured that some day, yes, some day there will come a total reckoning, and all humanity will take a step back and see you for what you are; a land of the free, a home of the brave. Shalom
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