Saturday, March 28, 2015


Here is proof that I do have three cats.  Forget the fact that when anyone visits they race away in terror and hide under the bed.  They are very, very shy.  I shall talk about them all in time.

This is Kathryn, my daughter Jeanne's cat, who was fearless and indomitable and lived to the ripe old age of 17.  She ruled whatever household she was in her entire life.  Yes, she was little and skinny, but it didn't matter. Kathryn was supremely confident.  When this story happened, we had a small dog, a little bunny and another cat. They all accepted Queen Kathryn as their sovereign ruler.  At that time we lived in large house with a screened lanai with many plants--in other words, a pet paradise.                                                    

During a howling storm a strong wind blew part of the screen off the roof of the lanai, but the storm had moved on by nightfall.  Our beloved dog Cece had been "holding it" for hours and really needed to go out.   So we walked a few blocks, crossed the busy street and walked down the sidewalk toward home.

Suddenly, out of the tree above us something fell on my head and stayed there.  I screamed, Cece barked and we both ran around in circles while I frantically tried to dislodge whatever foul thing had landed on my head.  I felt claws digging into my scalp.  Oh, Lord have mercy!  Cece was wildly racing around me, barking hysterically.  Terrified, I put my hand on my head and felt fur!  It was probably a possum.  A rabid possum!  Screeching like a mad woman, I shook my head back and forth until a dark shape fell into my arms.  Two round green eyes floated in the darkness.

                                       It was Kathryn.

Tiny Kathryn who had seen her opportunity for an adventure and had taken it.  She had climbed up the screen of the lanai, crawled out the hole, crossed a busy street and climbed a tree where she had a panoramic view of the neighborhood.  When she saw Mommy walking along with that dopey dog, it seemed like a good idea to jump down on her head and surprise her.  Mommy was surprised all right. Her heart has never recovered.
Queen Kathryn with one of her subjects

Thursday, March 19, 2015


My close friend, Terry, was moving into a smaller home and could no longer find a place for her lovely desk of gleaming wood.  I already had a desk, but after a few days of studying the new desk from all sides, I had an inspiration.  I would create a sewing center!

The desk had fascinating nooks and crannies, all of which I soon filled with thread, buttons and trims.

I took a lovely flowered box that came with stationary (long gone) and filled it with unusual buttons and pretty sewing tools.

I picked up the large box with cubbyholes at Home Goods (a store I adore) and filled it with spools of gorgeous transparent ribbon, little painted boxes of lace snippets and pieces of ribbon and trim.

I cannot take credit for the darling quilted piece featuring cats--that is the work of my close friend, Barbara.  The tiny quilt features cat sayings and my favorite is:

Always give generously--a small bird or rodent left on the bed tells them, "I care."

Voila! My new sewing center takes a bow.

Sunday, March 1, 2015


This is what my guest bath looks like today.

It looks so lovely I'm almost afraid to use it.

But.....only a few days ago the bathroom looked like this.  Remember?

A scene like this is enough to make one's hair turn white ...
overnight.  (Oh, wait, my hair is already white.  Preference is my friend.)I searched for things that were pink, peach or coral.

And what could I do about that long empty space on the wall?  I needed something long but narrow, preferably a bit shabby. Voila!

Naturally, this was easier said than done.  I dashed into my studio and liberated the above wicker thing which is long, narrow and shabby. I have had it for years and have never known what it is actually for but it comes in handy for multiple purposes.  I quickly filled it with lovely things in the chosen colors.  It took days to find places for all the books and pretty storage boxes that previously lived in my chippy narrow thing, but all was soon done.

I brought in a couple of my collages and tore off February from my lovely calendar to pin on the wall.  I want to bring in a bit more artwork, but other than that I am 
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