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It’s the Eggs!

That’s right! The eggs were missing. We added two and that seemed to do the trick just fine. 
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To Norm!

b. 5.10.1928d. 7.15.2009 Norman David Joeb was just about the happiest man I ever met. Nothing ever kept him down. I met him when I was nine years old when he and my mother began their very long relationship together. Norman was never bound by practicality and pragmatic planning and budgeting—much like a nine year old girl! As a child and teenager, if I ever said I needed or wanted something, his automatic response was, “Get your shoes on. Do you know where we need to go to get one for you?” My mother would cringe from his generous spirit and joyful attitude. None of those usual parenting restraints came into play. She would try to explain why he shouldn’t just fill my every whim, but when an adult thinks the reasons are bogus too, it makes it much easier to have your every whim fulfilled. I sometimes felt guilty for taking him up on his “you have to have that attitude”; I felt I had more restraint sometimes than he did. Mom was there to temper most of it and I was kind enough to not completely take advantage if him. Not completely. He loved to shop. I think a young teen’s wants enhanced his inhibitions—not to mention a woman (my mother) who loves clothes. A child in the Depression era, he relished the ability to purchase unlike so many from that generation who fear the loss of every penny. Truth be told, my mom could out-shop him. He spent a portion of every trip to the mall sitting in a department store’s shoe department waiting for my mom with the bags of clothes and shoes. Norm loved pastries and hot dogs and recalled his youth with potato salad made with whipped cream. I still cannot imagine anything quite so indulgent. He was born the same year that Mickey Mouse made his début and that detail of his life did not go unnoticed. He loved to wear his Mickey Mouse watch and loved the ideals held at Disneyland—the fantastic Main Street and all the fantastic details of fairy tails and heroic adventures come to life. Many summer evenings we drove over to the Disneyland Hotel to see the water show. This predated Phantasmic but was just as spectacular for its time. From the front porch of the apartment my mother and I lived in, we had a perfect...
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Project Funway

Taking my kids to a “cocktail party” meant they needed cocktail dresses. I pulled out some decorator fabric that I had purchased on a whim because it was only $1 a yard. Yes, a dollar! I think I bought five yards. A mere fin for loads of potential was a bargain. I have lots of these affordable bundles of fabric just waiting for inspiration. This was the perfect opportunity. I made my girls matching straight dresses, backless with a tie in the back. My self-critique of my sewing is that I am slow. Perhaps not, but I always under estimate how much time things will take. These two dresses took a little over two hours total. My secret? few seams. I cut the skirt to go all the way to the back–one seam. I made a simple lining for the top and used a silk cord for the neck instead of creating fabric ties which could take forever. Best of all, it matched their Shirley...
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Frozen in Time

It’s been a while since I have blogged. My best explanation is that had too much time on my hands. That must sound funny, but it’s true. I had a client’s work stop, I slowed down my kids’ schedules, and I have been moving in slow motion ever since. That’s not entirely true, the holidays have their own special circumstances that had me whirling like a dervish to get everything just right. Nonetheless, I have caught up on my sleep and my TiVo but am still not entirely on schedule. There were certain things that I automatically used to do because I had to. Many things that I completed on a pretty regular basis, like this blog, were worked in with precision. A friend recently said she plans her day with “exquisite detail” to complete everything she wants to do each day. I love that expression. She’s busy and she makes it all work … in exquisite detail. The art is planning your day with exquisite detail even when you have time to breathe and relax. Jobs expand when there is blank time on the schedule. It’s like a busy schedule is made up of solid blocks of ice, but when one or more things shift or get removed, the other blocks of ice melt and seep all over the page. The only way for me to capture those liquid commitments is to make the relaxing moments as important as the non-relaxing times; to make the creative time as important as the taxing time; and to compartmentalize it on the to do list like a neat little tray of ice cubes all lined up I’m going to put my calendar in the freezer. I’ll be blogging more...
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