04.09.08
Posted in love, sewing at 12:08 pm by wendy
This is the fabric I bought yesterday that I told you about–a very, very Seventies Spree.
The smokey blue at the top is cotton canvas (and pretty thin) and the rest are quilting cottons. I got three yards of each thinking I’d do the pintucked table runner and matching placemats with the the blue canvas on the top and the orange swirly as the backing, with orange rayon thread as the contrasting thread…but I think I was thinking the canvas was more blue than it is. I’m not sure they’ll work together.
So I might try to do a wrap dress a lá Bottega Veneta:
(picture taken by digital camera off a computer screen, how lowtech lame am I?)
I have to admit I’d never heard of him before I saw the ad on the back of the March 10, 2008 New Yorker, and I just fell in love with the dress there. Unfortunately, there’s no good pics online, maybe I’ll scan the ad in. Anyway, the wrap-type looking dress looks like a less challenging place to start. But I guess all those woven leather vinyl and leather bags and wallets and belts and such are his fault. (and best sellers) I think they remind me of those chairs you had in Scottsdale, with the woven Mexican leather backs and seats that were that terra cotta pinky color. Am I remembering them right?
Anyway, at least I’ve got enough fabric to make a few attempts at the dress, we’ll see. 
And I have no idea why I bought three yards of that flowery fabric, holy cow, I think a little of that will go a long way in something. I no longer know what I was envisioning when I picked that up and put it on the cutting table. Crazy person.
Well, I’ll post pictures when I’ve actually done something with them.
I hope you have a great birthday and know that I love you and miss you Grammy!
(Libélula sends her love, Crivens is whining and Tahoe has no idea what the heck is going on, so business as usual up here…give Nick a big hug from me when you see him, the depo was a lame waste of time and state money.)
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02.28.08
Posted in Uncategorized, dogs, flying, love at 4:26 pm by wendy
We haven’t been up to much, but we’ve been taking lots of pictures of the notmuchness.
Belu and Crivvie got into it at the fence line in the backyard when they heard the neighbors dog RIGHT THERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OMG! And they got excited and the only one there to take out the excitement on…was the other one.
Belu put a teeny little nip in Crivvie’s shoulder (unusual restraint for her, really, but we’re almost positive she started it. Because she always starts it. And even when she doesn’t, it’s her fault. Now you see why we shouldn’t have kids.) and Crivvie decided to teach her a lesson by putting her head in her mouth.
The long scratch down Belu’s side and one of the little booboos on her forehead seen in the flickr set is from an earlier Peanut Butter Cookie Bag Incident at my grandmother’s.
Unattended bag of peanut butter cookies while packing + two bitches adjusting to new temporary environment = bitches be scufflin’.
(The other booboo in the album (on my foot) was from when I was sleeping and Belu was sleeping, and she had her head underneath my feet under the covers in the bed and then some dipstickbrained but adorable foster dog decided to jump onto Libélula.
Who, me? A dipstickbrain? Wha?
Libélula defended herself by tearing out a chunk from the pad of my forefoot. It hurt. But it happened ages ago, you can bearly see any difference in the foot now.)
Last thing about dog health–we took Belu to the vet because she’d been limping for more than a week for what should have been no big deal. The vet thinks she bruised the cartilage in her shoulder and that we need to keep her calm and inactive for six weeks.
Six weeks!
Six weeks without walkies and frisbee and she may damn near kill us all.
So if I don’t blog for a while, you’ll know what happened. Or we’ve just been busy. Or not feeling like blogging. Whatevah.
Nick’s been growing a nose neighbor! But he shaved it last night, so, it is no more, le sigh. But we thought it was as funny as it was itchy, so we made a montage of Nick doing sexy model faces.
Funny though that his sexy model face looks a lot like his stoopid tired/stoopid drunk face. 
And, we’ve started up flying again. With the prep of the move, vagaries of the weather and limited availability of our instructor for certain things that had to be ticked off our school’s list, we opted not to stress ourselves out racing for the finish.
So, yesterday, we took an area familiarization ride/checkout with one of our new FBO’s instructors. They only use a Skyhawk for training, not the 152 like we’re used to, but it’s just like flying a bigger, more powerful pig.
Click to visit the photoset of yesterday’s flight (there’s great pics of bird poop, Mt. Shasta, and Jo Alice’s house!)
The Skyhawk has 4 seats though, so it meant I got to ride in the back seat and take pictures while Nick got the hot seat yesterday, and I did it today. But from now on, our lessons are solo lessons.
Nick took pictures today, and I got to land on a gravel runway! Wheee! It was greenish with all the mossy winter wetness growth. (Nick updated the flickr page, mine start after the pic of him and Vern in front of the Skyhawk.)
It is simply gorgeous here and the weather’s been wonderful.
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06.16.07
Posted in love at 10:30 pm by wendy
The traditional gift is wood. Heh, heh.
There are certainly no words to say how lucky I am.
I don’t think I could have packed up Mom’s place and pushed through all the needed arrangements without him, his strength and love, and that amazing restorative embrace.
Every day I love him more and more which seems impossible–there must be some sort of inverse law of love and loss.
When you lose someone, you can’t imagine it will ever stop hurting or that incredible squeezing grip in your chest will ever let up. But it eases, even if gradually, and even if it comes back even stronger some days, that easing is something which seemed impossible.
And when I knew with Nick, we knew and it was like a lightness of being loved absolutely and it felt like there couldn’t be anyone luckier or happier, and as clichéd as it may be, with a heart more bursting. But it just gets bigger and bigger, how can that be possible? It’s not like Nick gets sexier and sexier every day.
Oh wait, yes he does.
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