Tuesday, January 28, 2014

So it begins.....

Yep, it feels like déjà vu to me, too.  I mean, right off the proverbial bat, here I am skipping several days of writing.  Our typical day while here:  get up at five in the morning, leave the house by 6.  We brace ourselves before we join the rest of L.A. on "The 5,"as they say here in sunny California, (remembering why I never want to live in any city that has this kind of traffic) and, with luck, arrive in Ontario about an hour later.  We straighten the booth from the previous day and stand on our feet all day, trying to squeeze in potting and a bite to eat.  At the end of the day, we "yo yo" to my cousin's home, back where we started our day.  We are greeted with absolutely amazing hospitality and food, hoping to not rudely fall asleep, face first in our plate of food, and then we hit the sack, barely getting in Jammie's first before heading into LaLa land.  The next day is a do over of the previous one ending with the last day of the show on Sunday.  Somehow, I just could not find the time to write.    Funny thing is, I love this Gypsy life.

Now just in case my day has not made you green with envy, I will now guarantee that by letting you know that I am now heading to the Alexander Henry warehouse to do my own envying over their environment.  Talk about a completely awesome workplace...not to mention totally drool worthy fabrics.   Please do your best to have a grrrreat day even though you are not here, too.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Beauty Parlor Day

Talk about a misnomer....I mean "beauty" anything at this stage in my life has very little to do with reality, at least as far as anywhere on my body is concerned.  One can only hope but I am always thinking more in terms of a miracle.

My cousin Chris is a hair dresser and today she had to put all of her talents to the test.  Both Brandy and I were in desperate need of her skills.  Did I detect a tear in Chris' eye?

Sunday, January 19, 2014

A Day in the Life.....

Well, you guys asked for it...a day in the life of Dianne.  It started out beautifully. The day was gorgeous.  We shared a lovely breakfast with our generous friends and some precious hummingbirds while sitting under an orange tree laden with huge oranges.  It pretty much went downhill from there. "The Plan" was to find every quilt shop we could in Phoenix and give them the gift of their lives...the opportunity to purchase some original fabric by Dianne Kay Emery Springer.  How could anyone in their right mind turn that down?

LOTS of them.  Shockingly, only one shop even invited us to visit them and they acted so bored that I wanted to say, "Hey, have you any idea how lucky you are to even be in the same room as this lovely fabric?"  Seriously, I am starting to think that I am alone in my thinking.  Oh well, let's head to California and see if I can get others to join you and me in my world.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

I am a Bad Bad Girl

I started getting a white streak in my hair when I was ten years, I am completely white-headed.  I used to think it was simply that, my turning white-headed.  Now, I think it was symbolic of my gradual training as a guilt-ridden slacker...first just a small streak, now, I am one big blob of guilt.  One prime example?  My guilt over having neglected my Threads.  Another example?  My guilt over causing any undeserved worry to those completely awesome, beautiful readers, particularly Barbara and Gale.

Saying I do not deserve you guys is putting it mildly.  I promise to do my best to earn the honor of calling you my BFF's.

I would like to say that life has gotten in the way of my writing but that is pretty simplistic.  Of course, it is not a lie, it just would not be "..the truth, the whole truth, so help me, God."  In part, I think it was depression which I did not think anyone deserved to share, in part, laziness, because I put my soul and my energy into my writing (wow, that is a scary thought, isn't it?).  So, my original thought was to just put off  writing for one day.  That, obviously, turned into months.

So, again, I apologize for causing worry, or concern.  I only want to cause smiling!

So, for this new beginning, I will just let you know that Brandy and I are on our way to vend at Road to California.  We are staying with friends in Phoenix.  I can hear them in the other room and I can smell breakfast.  So, I am going to wake up my sleepy-headed daughter and try to prevent any guilt over making breakfast get cold.  I hate feeling guilty.  Anyone think it would help if I dyed this head of white hair???