You know how sometimes you wake up and you've just got to tell your dream? I told Super Husband this morning about a dream I had right before I woke up and his response was sort of lack-luster. It annoyed me. I'm not sure he was even listening. So, now I've got to share. You may even relate, who knows?
There is a caveat. You have to promise me that you will share a reoccurring dream with me too... You may feel like commenting below, yes? (Talk to me... please talk to me... I work all alone in this office and I'm talking to myself half the day, so when you don't comment I think I'm writing to myself too).
There's the quality "Flying over Everything" dream. I like that one.
There's the "I'm searching for a clean toilet for hours only to wake having to pee like nobody's business"dream and the "I'm swimming in the ocean, down a river, floating in a never ending water park only to wake having to pee like nobody's business" dream. I don't like those.
Then there's the "I'm on the Oprah Show" dream. These are usually pretty fun. Sometimes O and I are even friends.
The last reoccurring dream is going to confirm my lack of sanity. This dream made it's way into my regular Oprah show dream last night, and it was mostly disturbing when I woke up. But when I was dreaming, I was quite content.
I've had the dream that got mixed into the Oprah dream for the last 14 years. It's about my grandfather, and may be due to the fact that he passed away when we were on our way back from our Honeymoon. He had surgery that we all thought he was going to get through while I was away, and unfortunately that wasn't the case.
I dream that it was all a big mistake. I come home and I tell them they were wrong, that Grandpa is not gone. They bury him anyways because they think I'm nuts. Only to find out later that I was right. I know ... this is gross. Grandpa is then exhumed and is alive and well. He's with us but in this really tenuous kind of state, and of course then I wake up and realize it was all a dream and I'm really angry and sad all over again. When my grandmother passed I started dreaming the same dream about her.
Last night... or early this morning... Oprah's producers were setting my Grandparents up on a trip to Napa where we were all going to meet them at a spa resort. In my dream I'm telling the producers that my Grandfather is an amazing man, that he was buried alive and survived. I'm going on and on, and they're just taking what I say at face value.
At some point during this spiel I realize in my dream that I'm dreaming, but I don't want to know that I'm dreaming. So, I somehow manage to keep it going for a bit. And then suddenly I'm awake and totally disoriented. I start telling Super Husband something about my grandparents miraculously coming to life to be on Oprah. I'm not sure the words made it out of my mouth all the way before I realized again that I was dreaming. His response... "Sounds like you miss your grandparents."
What's my point in telling
you anyone who has access to the internet and floats by my little bloggy about these dreams? Nothing really. Just had to get it out.
I do hope that my Oprah and Grandparent dreams do not get mixed up again. And if I had my druthers, tonight I'd dream the "Flying over Everything" dream.
Oh my gosh! I forgot to tell you about the "I'm in my childhood home and all the doors and windows are open and all the lights are on dream." Oh, and what about the "walking through a house of doors dream"? My mom has that one too. Oh dear. I do have a lot of reoccurring dreams.
So, now, fess up... what have you been dreaming about?
I was going to make this an edit to the other entry about blog headers, but then I started having a lot to say so here goes...
After asking you all for your input I realized that the reason I couldn't decide was because I didn't really like any of them. But this one, I'm keeping. I'm not even asking.
I think it's much cleaner and I like how it pops when the window opens.
The background is a pattern I recently created in Photoshop. You see, it's not really an obsession with banners, per se. I'm fixated on the idea of designing patterns for fabric and paper.
I almost hate to admit it, really. So many people want to design fabric etc... it seems like the new trend. It's like saying "I'm a handbag designer". Yeah, yeah. So's everyone else.
Do you have this feeling? Deep down in the pit of my stomach there's always the question... "What makes me special?". I ask myself, "Is this the path I'm supposed to be taking?" "Am I meant to be doing this?"... Are we "meant" to do something anyways?
Some days, I think I'm totally on the right track. Other's ... oy. I just don't know. But I do know that when I get an idea in my head I just can't let it go. The idea goes something like this to self: "You can do that. I'm sure you can do that. You just have to do it."... and on and on.
Here's the deal though... my real philosophy... if I have one: I think that in our lives doors open and shut. Sometimes they open and we decide to walk through them ... or we don't. What was beyond that door that I didn't walk through? I'll never know. So, maybe the idea of doing such and such is just a door opening. So walk through, I tell myself. You never know where it will lead.
Wow... deep. I must be exhausted.
Do you see her? She's in the tree. Middle toward the left. I'll admit that I was a pinch close to keeping her all for myself. I hate to see her go, but off she does to Elle Rue in Dublin, OH where someone ordered her up. Owner, Carrie, will have a website up soon. I'll let you know all about it.
Do you think the yarn in the bag gives you a perspective on scale? That's what I was thinking... other than the fact that this tote is great for that.
BTW, some of you thought that I meant that the piece I showed you was for my daughter. What I meant was, I made a bag some time back with that fabric for my daughter. This was made with left over pieces from that. Emily's bag is below. Nothing fancy. Just a bag for ballet class which the stinker barely used.
I am possessed by Blog Header Switcharoo Impulse. Can't decide.
I give up.
Or... do I like the old one?
Or this new version of the old one???
Is this the keeper? I don't know. Therapy might seriously be in order.
I thought this would brighten up the place a bit, and it was much easier than I thought it was going to be. I was a bit nervous about patterning it, but ended up being really surprised. A tutorial is definitely in the future. I dare not say when because I'll surely pass my self-imposed deadline.
I managed to squeak in a couple of hours in here all by myself after we did the obligatory trip to the San Francisco Mission for our daughter's fourth grade project. Every fourth grader is required by state standards here to do a "Mission Project". In the past they made them build replicas of one, but now you can do a photo journal which thank goodness Emily opted to do.
Anna did the model, and Super Dad took it on as HIS own special project. He was very proud of the results, but I'm not so sure how much Anna actually ended up learning. Frankly, I'm not so sure any of the kids learn much from it... The dad's seem to get a real kick out of it. Although I do suppose that doing a big project start to finish is a good experience in and of itself.
I'm not sure about the kids, but I learned a lot and had fun. San Francisco has the oldest standing church in California which is a neat fact, I think. In this picture, I loved the way the light was coming in here inside the chapel and confiscated the camera for a couple of minutes from poor Emily who seemed about to pitch a little fit. "It's MY project, Mom!" Fine, fine, here's the camera. Party pooper.
At our house, it's "ValentiMes" because for so many years that's how both of our kids said it. "Happy ValentiMes, Mommy!" I'll forever mourn the days they each started speaking properly. The same way I still miss their gummy baby smiles and chubby, tasty baby feet.
I love you girls! XOXOXOXO, Super Husband!
Happy ValentiMes Day to you all. I hope your day has been filled with joy and love!
OK. I admit it. The above headline was just my excuse to sing, (imagine a vocal warm-up) "me-me-me-me-me-me-me-me!".
While I do try to not toot my own horn too exasperatingly much, I could not overcome the urge to show you this. (Yes, I have found yet another way to justify my self-involvement.)
Here's my neat-o' news... Stampington is recruiting artwork for their new publication, ("Apron*ology")... the working title which I have to say I like very much. They gave this flyer/poster out at CHA with my apron on it! And they credited me too, which is a total bonus. I've been featured in this and that over the years, but for whatever reason, this just really tickles me.
As you can see on this flyer, they are officially looking for apron submissions. I know you can't see the whole dealy-do with info here, so click this link for the pdf file. Download ApronFlyer.pdf
No, no... wasn't me. That was my evil, self-destructive, alter-ego. I can't believe she got into the ice cream again. I can't tell you how many times I've warned her about that.
Alter-Ego has been very naughty lately. Just last night she posted the list below on the Women Take Wing forum, and since she had such fun writing it, I thought I'd share it with you all. It might clear up Alter-Ego's foray into the freezer last night.
Signs that you have been over-working...
If this is you... there is help. Go take a long bath with your favorite magazine and a cup of tea. If that doesn't do the trick, polish off the carton of ice cream and claim that your diet starts tomorrow.
See! It was all her idea. I would NEVER eat all that ice cream.
This is a tiny bit of a piece that I just finished up. I purchased the little dancer fabric that this was cut from for a little bag for my daughter to bring to dance class with her. But the truth is that it reminds me of my sister when she was a little girl. Lara is six years younger than me, and as soon as she was born, in my six year old mind, she was MY little toy.
When our parents were trying to tell us that there was going to be another baby they hinted around for a bit trying to get the three of us older kids to guess. My guess was that they were going to get me "Baby Feels so Real"... do you remember the commercials for that? It was a doll that ate and then pooped! I wanted that doll BAD. So, when I heard it was going to be a REAL baby, well then, it was going to be MY baby.
If you asked any of us, we all would agree that Lara was the most beautiful baby in the world. We called her Little Lou Lou. And she was my dolly. She just got cuter as she got bigger. There was only a period when I was about sixteen that I didn't want to be with her. Much to Lara's chagrin, I sometimes still think of her as my little Lara. Never-mind she's almost 33 (next month), a grown-up, married, and a lawyer... she'll always be my little Lara.
The dancer with the cutey little tutu flying behind her reminds me of my adorable little sister in her ballet recitals when she was maybe four or five. All the kids would be going one way, and Lara would be going the other. She's still like that. She makes her own dance. And, Lara, that's the best thing of all about you! XO
Start the circus music.
It's three o'clock.
Race to pick up daughter Anna, drop off daughter Anna. Pick up daughter Emily ...10 minutes late... Race daughter Emily to gymnastics... Sit for an hour bored out of your mind.
4:30 daughter Emily is out of gymnastics wants Jamba Juice which you have told her is not an every-single-time-we-go-to-gymnastics treat. Take five minutes to argue with daughter Emily. Cave in. Get Jamba Juice, but just this one more time.
4:45 drive to next activity, Tutor. Uh oh. There's 45 minutes in-between Jamba-ing and Tutoring. Can't go all the way home. What to do? Oh, I know, let Emily do her homework ... while you are bored out of your mind.
5:30:Daughter goes to tutor. While you
sit in the car bored out of your mind. Find something useful to do like possibly read a book, oooh, I know, get your nails done (or not), Yes, do some Sublime Stitching. You've been meaning to do that for a year.
Manage to get done this much embroidery with 2.5 hours of waiting for Emily. How is that possible? Tell yourself, "if I do this for 2.5 hours every Tuesday for the next 12 Tuesdays, I'll probably get at least two pillow cases done. This one is for practice." Oy. How many times did you pull the thread out and start over? At least five times before it's ...
6:30. Emily emerges from tutoring. Time to race home (it's now 7PM), make dinner, help with homework, clean kitchen (Super Husband does help with some of this, it's true), do a load of laundry ... fall over.
How did my mother do this with four kids?
I feel obliged to say get your rears out there and vote if you are in a Super Tuesday state of the U.S.! I did my civic duty right after kid duty (morning drop off). I left with a big smile on my face, and am wearing my, "I Voted" sticker proudly. For some reason, this election seems really exciting to me... more than in the past.
The Biggest Mess Ever:
That done, I got myself right to work and made this mess... with-in about 30 minutes.
There is another picture of what is on the floor that I was too embarrassed to show you. So, I'll let you imagine.
A Must-Have Tool:
As I was sewing up the creation that was made in this hurricane, I was delighted to use my new Purple Thang (yes, that's really what it's called). I lost the other one so I bought a new one. And when I bought it I said, "I just know I'm going to find that Purple Thang when I get home.". And guess what? I did. Now I have two Purple Thangs which makes me happy because there is one ready and available for backup when I drop the first one behind the desk again.
As a good citizen, I also feel obliged to tell you that Purple Thang is the most wonderful tool ever. It has prevented me from sewing straight through my finger on many occasions. Purple is a most perfect tool for these collage type sewing projects where I have a million little scrappies sticking up all over the place and the free-motion quilting foot does not make a good barrier. Trust me, I know... thank goodness it was only the plastic that came down on my finger becaue that sucker hurt!
You can get a Purple Thang here... I have no affiliation with this website... just sharing. It seems to be a good resource for all sorts of goodies.
It's really important to me to give back to my community. And before I started Bari J. my life was pretty much kids, husband, volunteering. I worked on countless charity events, chaired and sat on various committees for various organizations, did the Avon 3 day walk, and (don't laugh) I was the PTA president at the school.
But as my business has grown, I, Wonder-Woman (tee hee ha ha), have not yet found a way to add extra hours to the day so that I can make a better contribution around here.
So... I was thinking, and I've come up with something that I think will be a fun way for some worthy charities to get a little extra cash-ola. And that is with online Charity Events.
It will work like this: You will contact me to apply to be part of the program. *If accepted your non-profit charity will choose a convenient two week period in which to shop at Bari J. online. You'll enter a code in the comment window so I know it's you...then 20% of the proceeds will go back to your charity. Sound like fun? And a good deal?
Well then, Click here if you would like to apply!
*Don't you just love a legal disclaimer??? Here's mine: Bari J. reserves the right to refuse any group or any person from participating in this program for any reason.
PS On another note: there's still time to enter to win the give-away!
Oooy gooey! I won an award from Knitting Contessa last week. How nice. Thank you! And I must say, I love a prize. Is it sad how much a little pat on the back does it for me? Or is it that way for all of us? Anywho... The You Make My Day Award... made my day. It really did. It happened to be one of those days, you know what I mean?
There are some rules: “Give the award to 10 people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel happy about blogland. Let them know by posting a comment on their blog so they can pass it on. Beware you may get the award several times.”
This is not helping me. Just ten?
None the less, here goes:
Jennifer Paganelli of Sis Boom Fame: irresistable fabric, incredible person. "Wow!"-inducing talent.... need I say more?
Amy at Inspire Co. : Her goodness makes me believe in people a heck of a lot more!
Lidy at French Garden House: The sweetest woman with nothing but fabulous taste and eye candy galore on her blog!
Anna Maria Horner: My goodness, this lady has more talent! Oh, how I marvel at it! AND she just seems like such a down to earth gal. Has a buncha' kiddos too. Honestly, don't know how she does it.
Lorie Marie at Pretty Little Things: Adorablita, baby! Love visiting you, Lori Marie!
Colette at A Bird in the Hand: Another talent, another down to earth sweety!
Jennifer Pebbles at Paper and Ink: Eye candy, a real gal, talent talent talent.
M and Co: Life and Style, Life and Style, Incredible taste!
I'm working on a special little project this weekend. Very exciting. For several weeks now it's been business, business, business over here ... this was the first chance I had to be truly creative. I'm completely lost in it. Hours and hours can go by in the blink of an eye. Working like this is just pure joy to me. Here's a couple snippets of the project (and the fabby thread I was using) as it got closer to being finished.
Oooh, have you ever used varigated thread? Margaret at Quilter's Inn turned me onto this stuff. It's heavenly! Be sure you use a metallic needle with it because I had been using a jean needle and no go with that.
Another give-away! Yeah, why not? I'm in the mood for a little fun.
This time I'm giving away two quilted patchwork belts. Next Friday the kiddos will randomly pick two names from those of you who enter. The winners will get to pick their own size and color-way: Pinks and Greens, Tangerine, Blues or Black and White.
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