Blog Malaise


I can’t seem to get back in a productive blogging rhythm — probably because I am not doing anything very creative which is also a problem. I really need to get some work done for upcoming shows and I know that if I get started, I will get in a groove.

I love the table an chairs up there. They were on the sidewalk of a Mexican cafe on Valencia St. where we had dinner one night. They served small plates of delicious food.

Something else I love, this kind of California landscape with sculptural golden hills dotted with live Oaks.


I have been working on this very easy Vogue blouse pattern. I tried it on last night, unfinished, and I need to do some altering.


I did some work in my garden – weeding, pulling out overgrown lettuce and oops!, found these enormous squash that went into the compost.


I have also been diligently stitching the 3×3’s together with beads.


Today, I went on a road trip with my STASH group to McMinnville which is a charming town in the Willamette Valley wine country. Here is a shot of the window with a cool quilt from strips of modern fabric.


Terry and I did some bead shopping at a bead store.


We had a terrific lunch at a French restaurant. This is a selfie I took of Terry and I — ia m in the sun, she is in the shade – I am not really that pale.


Here are Suzy and Reva — you can see that we were having a great time.


I will leave you with this funny, very Portland chain link fence installation which is on the way to the Rhodie Garden.



4 Responses to “Blog Malaise”

  1. margaret says:

    Love the “Bills” – what a subversive bit of public art! (Coincidentally, one of my friends is from McMinville – we both ended up in England somehow…)

  2. Judy says:

    Love that pic of you and Terry!

    Hope you get your groove back soon!


  3. reva says:

    I have to cross the street for a closer look at the Bills; I registered that something was going on on the fence. It’s sort of in the spirit of the portraits in Dick’s KItchen, isn’t it?

  4. Thanks for the birthday wishes. It’s been a good time… Imagine when 8 yr. old granddaughter says, “You don’t look 80, Grandma.” Hope your journey toward it is as fulfilling as mine.