True confessions time. I haven't used my Tarot cards in a few years. I guess I've come to rely on my own intuition more than I did when I was younger. Anyway, I had occasion to use them last week and found that the black velvet bag I made for them thirty years ago was in a deplorable state.
I used left-over linen from my shirt projects. Black for the outside, red for the lining and added some of my Celtic knot work trim. I've never made a lined bad before, but it came together fairly easily. I just thought through how each piece should relate to the others. Now my Aquarian Tarot card deck purchased from Shotwell's Bookstore in Poulsbo in 1979 has a new home.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Eight Years and Counting
Eight years ago today, Doug and I had our first date. We met a week earlier at a Vancouver Gaelic Society céilidh when I had come up to meet a visiting Gaelic singer, the fabulous Cathy Ann MacPhee. A mutual friend, Bruce Power of the Vancouver Gaelic choir, introduced us. I think that Doug and I hit it off because I knew I didn't stand a chance with this adorable blonde guy so I just kind of acted like my normal, sarcastic self. Turns out that was the right answer all along.
When he said he would like to come down for a visit the following weekend, I thought he just wanted to see some of his Seattle friends, or come to a house céilidh, or do some shopping. About eight hours into it, though, I came to the conclusion that I was on an actual date! I was quite surprised.
Since then we've each moved house, changed jobs, and helped each other through tough times. I've put 115,000 miles on my car driving back and forth to Vancouver and he's spent countless hours on Quick Shuttle buses. With all that we've been through, the good and the bad, I'd do it all over again if I had the chance.
Happy Date-a-versary, Sweetie.
When he said he would like to come down for a visit the following weekend, I thought he just wanted to see some of his Seattle friends, or come to a house céilidh, or do some shopping. About eight hours into it, though, I came to the conclusion that I was on an actual date! I was quite surprised.
Since then we've each moved house, changed jobs, and helped each other through tough times. I've put 115,000 miles on my car driving back and forth to Vancouver and he's spent countless hours on Quick Shuttle buses. With all that we've been through, the good and the bad, I'd do it all over again if I had the chance.
Happy Date-a-versary, Sweetie.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Project 9: Red Shirt
Not in the Star Trek sense, of course. This time through my trusty McCalls 4399 I didn't need to look at the directions. Bright colors for Spring!
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