FairyTales of Spring Clean Your Studios Year3–take 2

My spring clean story is funny.

like a fairytale, epic, funny and sad, and then happy.  
my space started like this--beautiful huh? well, it's orderly--but is it an effective working studio for me, and what is my art?
  Once upon a time. from my talk on sewing organization, aka manage your mess

E for Ergonomics, which is all about you.

So your space is for you. My space is for me. My home studio is not open to public, in fact my public mailing address is a UPS store. So this is a whole new world--but I still have a real physical place.

Best way to keep your space clean, don't use it much and hire an assistant to help you clean up before you have play date with an LA based designer.

Truth!

more on that later!  
20170504 3PM -- really, this mess is the after, and I got rid of a lot of stuff!
        My art is my art--my dream is that sewing be awesome in the future (not just now) so, how I get there, my hair color -- and my too-much ness. Well, it's a record, that someday we can look back on. As in remember when she said sewing could save the world? I was kind of embarrassed that in my journey, I made what looks like a mess from the outside, but I truly believe is the right step in my FUNfromAtoZ. I leave my last post as is, being transparent is part of my story. But I am smart enough to rely on business powerhouse  Cheryl Sleboda and just repurpose her words below! "I am thrilled to announce this year’s blog hoppers!!  Every year, we show you the “before and after” of our studios, and we usually give you some cool studio inspirations along the way. I hope you visit each of the blogs on the hop starting tomorrow!  Enjoy and be sure to leave a comment and say something nice to our blog hoppers!" May 1 – Teri Lucas – www.terificreations.com May 2 – Tammy Silvers – www.tamarinis.typepad.com May 3 – Emily Breclaw – www.thecaffeinatedquilter.com May 4 – Amalia Morusiewicz – www.FUNfromAtoZ.com May 5 – John Kubiniec – www.bigrigquilting.com/blog/ May 6 – Debby Brown – www.higheredhands.blogspot.com May 7 – Melissa Marie Collins – www.melissamariecollins.blogspot.com May 8 – Delve MIY – www.fronddesignstudios.wordpress.com May 9 – Misty Cole – www.mistycole.com May 10 – Sam Hunter – www.huntersdesignstudio.com/blog May 11 – Dale Ashera-Davis – www.dalead.wordpress.com May 12 – Sara Mika – www.mockpiestudio.blogspot.com May 13 – Sarah Trumpp – www.Wonderstrumpet.com May 14 – Carma Halterman – www.beanstrings.blogspot.com May 15 – Jessica Darling – www.jessicakdarling.com May 16 – Lisa Chin – www.lisachinartist.com May 17 – Sally Johnson – www.sallysquiltingcorner.blogspot.com May 18 – Mandy Leins – www.mandalei.com/blog May 19 – Shruti Dandekar – www.13woodhouseroad.com May 20 – Jane Davila – www.janedavila.com May 21 – Ebony Love – www.lovebugstudios.com May 22 – Cheryl Sleboda – blog.muppin.com     Ehem, please disregard last post, if you want to think I am shiny perfect.   Peace out- AtoZ (or Tia Tere, you know who you are)    
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General Thoughts on Heroes (Spring Clean AtoZ speak)

Intro

Participating in the last 3 years of Cheryl Sleboda's spring clean blog hop has been critical in my development as an artist and my life. Not joking. Seriously, I am too busy, too engineer, too Spock, too Sheldon, too much geek or what ever box you chose to put me in. Yes, I know, I am like Yoda--weird and small saying things and doing things that don't make sense to all. I mean no disrespect. Only respect to the Quilting / Sewing world, I have. I have the future sewing people in mind. Yes, I may seem light and funny, like when I say I was kicked out of a quilt show. It was only for being there past closing and I turned it into a simple bond between those who were there. But I know it can be taken out of context. It takes a long time to say things succinctly and well. Making art, pushing the envelope into the audacious, that's not simple--it doesn't follow the steps A,B,C. Oh and yes, I work full-time, I came home to update my blog, cause I inadvertently did not follow the rules. So I'm off the work clock. check out the awesome list of players in the blog hop List is both on a previous post, linked above and at very end of this post. Before blog hop photo     After blog hop photo of my physical sewing studio (YES, my physical space is less neat, more messy. I donated my cool trashcan, I donated a quilt, I created a mess, I am on the phone with a Yelp Account Executive as I type this so I'm also working the business side. My face photos are sideways, sorry I will fix that soon, but you get the gist--hair is purple. I wanted bald, so purple was a compromise. Heck yeah, I'm different. Still I love you and want awesome stuff for the world.   Peace!    

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One of my heroes, was a princess that became a General.

Happy StarWARS day--May the Fourth be with you--well actually, may the force be with you every day. I wish I could give you the force, all I can do is wield my force, my power with the best of my powers and be an example. OMG, not be a shining beacon of perfection. NOPE, I prefer to be a small, greenish, big eared weirdo that talks funny.  Laugh at my hope, there is good in the world--and I chose to feed that joy.

What you feed grows.

MsV told me that, and her son is actually a superhero. My favorite princess is not Princess Leia. My favorite princess is General Organa, and I have a special love for Carrie Fisher. I didn't know her personally--but I read her book, I mean postcards. I know that there is great power in having some fame, it's also quite intoxicating--lucky me, my sisters named me "Lame Ame"--yes it does rhyme.  So in 25 minutes May the Fourth starts in the Eastern US. I plan to be asleep by then, but this post will go live right at midnight. I'll likely update this post, correct any errors in it, add some more links, photos... but only in my minutes in between. I've had a heck of a year. but I choose joy and love, so that's how I roll. My Studio is Me. My words, my stories, my ideas. So it was more than just cleaning a room. I taught a class...Scratch that--no, I guided an experience at the International Quilt Festival called "Face Your Fears." PS--an awesome group indeed, to which I said as I closed the door, this is our space, our home for the next few hours and we aren't here for others to peek in and watch.

Safe Space

I created a Facebook group -- sewFUNfriends with 3 simple rules--please feel welcome to come check it out. https://www.facebook.com/groups/SEWFUNFRIENDS/ PS-no sewing requirements other than finding a connection in fabric to one another. 3 years now, I've been part of Cheryl Sleboda's Spring Clean your Studio Blog hop.  I'm so honored. My art, my studio, my life is always evolving--well life is constantly changing--I chose to make smart business decisions. So when I recommend someone, it's not because we are friends, it's because you have skills/qualities that I think can be of power, in the fight of good, vs evil. Yes everything is part of that battle.

Now, stop reading so much into each and every word

To Quote Tracy Ulman--go home!

Good night, let's keep in touch on StarWars day, the Quattro de Mayo--when I wake from sleep, I'll paste in the photos.

May the fourth be with you!

    Before photo After photo Some of my favorite lines from General Fisher in an interview... 
  • Look, I wouldn't be anywhere else at this hour, except TV.
  • I think in my mouth, so I don't lie.
  • No, I'm a female in Hollywood, over the age of lets say 40, well, lets say 50...
  • What I'm going to stop now [being Princess Leia, General Leia]
  • Ridiculous in a really good way.
  • I try not to respond as an adult.
  • Normally, I wouldn't talk about it, but you are so thin so let's talk about it
  • What music makes this worthwhile?
  • I thought I was doing other stuff.
  • People that are normal and have other genes.
  • Gary is bored as hell.
  • That you know of!
  • YES!
      Luminous beings and all that. Goodnight dear powerful princess.   If you are on snapchat, check out the story, I created for you yesterday afternoon and evening. Now, it's pumpkin time, dearies and I gotta go be a grownup.   love you all, Tia Tere   PS--Weird, I thought this Yoda was, when first saw him, I did. Feel free to think of me as your own Yoda, small strange and hairy. That would be my honor.   My hats off (and almost my hair) to those who came before, and are invisible, so that we can have light and shine. Want to know what a powerful woman looks like? Look around, they are everywhere--especially the quiet, tired ones caring for our next generation of humanity.

Peace,

Mic Drop

I'm out--catch you again after the sun goes down!

AtoZ

Amalia

Tere

Tia Tere

Ame

whatever, thanks to the Big G, my parents for my life. My best, I will strive to be.

  Check out the other blog hoppers in this awesome group May 1 – Teri Lucas – www.terificreations.com May 2 – Tammy Silvers – www.tamarinis.typepad.com May 3 – Emily Breclaw – www.thecaffeinatedquilter.com May 4 – Amalia Morusiewicz – www.FUNfromAtoZ.com May 5 – John Kubiniec – www.bigrigquilting.com/blog/ May 6 – Debby Brown – www.higheredhands.blogspot.com May 7 – Melissa Marie Collins – www.melissamariecollins.blogspot.com May 8 – Delve MIY – www.fronddesignstudios.wordpress.com May 9 – Misty Cole – www.mistycole.com May 10 – Sam Hunter – www.huntersdesignstudio.com/blog May 11 – Dale Ashera-Davis – www.dalead.wordpress.com May 12 – Sara Mika – www.mockpiestudio.blogspot.com May 13 – Sarah Trumpp – www.Wonderstrumpet.com May 14 – Carma Halterman – www.beanstrings.blogspot.com May 15 – Jessica Darling – www.jessicakdarling.com May 16 – Lisa Chin – www.lisachinartist.comMay 17 – Sally Johnson – www.sallysquiltingcorner.blogspot.com May 18 – Mandy Leins – www.mandalei.com/blog May 19 – Shruti Dandekar – www.13woodhouseroad.com May 20 – Jane Davila – www.janedavila.com May 21 – Ebony Love – www.lovebugstudios.comMay 22 – Cheryl Sleboda – blog.muppin.com
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TiaTere on Ankle Sprains

"if you have trouble in the joints,

stay out of the joints."

  I love this silly phrase. Joints meant bars or hang out places, a term not used much today. Joints are part of the body that help us move. I've played sports, and gotten hurt, and healed. The best advice came from my father in law--works for knees, ankles, elbows, hips. We are all busy, running around doing good for the world and sometimes we forget that answers can be simple. Applying those simple solutions is the hard part.

RICE

Rest

Ice

Compression

Elevation

  I know it's not fun to be on the DL. But before you are allowed to whine on the disabled list (and yes, there is no whining allowed anyway), you best be doing the simple stuff, and getting some support.

Channelling my inner Yoda--take care of your crude matter. I know that we are luminous beings, but these vehicles we travel around in, they aren't so sturdy.

Not my will, but your will does not mean that we don't protect our body's from ankle sprains, or evil.    
Peace!
Tia Tere
  Tia Tere is not a medical professional and this post does not constitute medical advice. If you believe you are injured please get assistance, get checked out. Be audacious enough to be able to accept help.   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juke_joint  
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Evergreen Dream for reals

I'm a Greyhound who studied at the Evergreen Campus of Loyola of Baltimore. Enough with the mascots but dreams, actions, words, works--all these are woven in my life. Please allow my story to unwind.

Evergreen Dream

While other trees drop their leaves, slim down and prepare for the long cold winter, those audacious pines, cedars, firs remain green. Prickly, sappy and harsh; evergreens endure snow and ice.  Once their flowering friends appear, they vanish from view. Unsung heroes, taking a supporting role in show of spring and summer.   Today, April 19, 2017 my Evergreen Dream returned home. Not a real dream, a quilt, an art quilt to be exact. Life is better than a dream, it's real. That's what I say, so make me prove it! Seriously, I do for reals use GYST. Thanks to Karen Atkinson for putting this tool out there, I bought it several years ago. It works for me.   Here are my notes, both the ingredients list and the artist statement.

Hand dyed/ sunprinted cotton fabric, texture created by machine quilting with metallic thread, handpainted, bound with fused hand dyed cotton.

Curls and whimsical textures with the glint of greens and gold, give this abstract piece a dreamlike quality like snow covered evergreens shimmering in the moonlight.

Secret Note: Dear Ms. Anne On Eemuss, please don't be mad. For reals! I know that for reals is bugging you a bit.  I don't mean to prickly or be harsh, my writing is defiantly not the flowering tree. Sorry, not sorry.     Ironically, all humor aside, this is all true. Life is too complex to not be true.  My Aim is True.   Peace! AtoZ
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egg-cellent opportunity

Just a year ago, I saw this photo. What's your instant reaction? What do you see?

Oops. #easter #getthemopout #splat

A post shared by Deborah Boschert (@deborahboschert) on

  My first reaction was "wow, cool photo!" My second reaction was to count the eggs, and wonder how this occurred. Seriously, out of curiosity! Look at the eggs at the bottom left, one of those might be intact. Something about human nature to try to put things together and find solutions. What if the solution to these broken eggs is to take the photo and capture the moment? Seems of late, that if there is no photo or video, there is no proof--and if anything occurred before the invention of technology, well forget about that! Although I like me some humor, I'm not writing fiction. Life is funny enough, and stories, well--stories are tools. Blab, blab, blab, and so on Are you still reading? Good, cause I'm sharing one of my first Mom Moments. Laugh if you like, cause I'm not your typical mom. A long time ago, in a universe that seemed like science fiction, but was oh so real--the Kid, broke a glass--not a mug or a cup, but a glass. Shards everywhere, the look on his face of OH-NO was severe. He turned to me expecting words or frustration. Instead, I gated off the kitchen (doggie gates) said to the Kid, "I'm not mad [it was clearly a mistake] but I'm also not going to clean it up for you." I was pretty proud of my Mom Moment, laugh if you like. Yes, cleaning up glass off of ceramic tile, when there are 200 pounds of dog in the house was not a minor activity. Yes, I probably did give it a good inspection before letting puppy paws venture near. I really wasn't mad about the glass, I got mad about an April fools joke--I'll tell you that later. Yes, we would all love to have everything magically cleaned up for us. Ironically, my sister's blog had words of an apron that mom made her. I have no memory of that, and it just doesn't register in my mind as something my mom would make. Funny thing is we all have such different memories of the same experiences. I wonder what Deborah Boschert was thinking when she snapped the cracked eggs photo? I wonder if I would have written this sooner if she was the lone culprit in this egg-sperience? Sometimes a little bit of distance from an event is needed for us to appreciate the yolk of it all.

Chickens, eggs, adventures, oh my!

After many months of rebuilding, Ellicott City is getting put back together. I'm honored that my quilt, Wish Upon a Star, has made some money for my favorite coffee shop. Thanks to my favorite pottery place, Green Bridge and all you who bought a raffle ticket! Click here if you would like to take a chance on a two sided quilt!    stories I owe you... my first cup of coffee April Fools (Not Joking)   later!
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clash, class and sea glass

Terrified

I was terrified to go back to my high school reunion last summer. Ok, it was a little exciting to see friends on Facebook. Their kids looked a lot like my friends, it was kinda cool. I didn't keep up with high school friends. I'm just living my life.
Me and Mom 2015
I asked Mom if she would go with me. She replied, you aren't supposed to bring your mom to a reunion. She did teach at my school, my friends were in her classes--see I was the epitome of cool. I had left that town to college 3 hours away, then my parents moved halfway across the country, I didn't go back. One dear friend came to visit me in college before she headed off to the Marines, another wrote me letters I still have about her babies and her life. I like the idea of letters, but the reality doesn't alway happen. Maybe that's why I like to blog--it's my letter to the world. Some of my favorite memories of high school aren't what someone might expect: - windsprints in field hockey - lighting bunson burners in chem lab - teaching friends to drive stick shift - picking up pepperoni-mushroom pizza on Friday night on my way to babysit - sweeping the sand out of our pepto-pink beach house in Chance with concrete floors - lighting fires in girl scouts - listening to the Clash for the first time

"Spanish bombs rock the province / I'm hearing music from another time".

I posted an open invite to our class, to meet for a ShoreBirds Game and another for an informal meet up of the Girl Scouts I knew back in the day. At the ball game, I heard "sorry, I don't remember you" and at the reunion another classmate said "your name looks familiar, wasn't there a young teacher with that name?"  Neither of these bothered me, that was the past--I don't live there.  
Photo credit: Everett Howard
 

SeaGlass

Weathered, softened, changed. Who would want to be shiny glass, sharp and dangerous? I prefer the glow of worn glass and these shades of summer that fade away.
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swoosh or clang

My mind travels back in time to a school basketball court. Time flows in one direction--like gravity always pulling us down. Like the ball, swoosh or clang on the hoop at the elementary school, pulling us to earth. There is no juggling. There is throwing, there is catching. That's all. Seriously, juggling is one of my favorite analogies for learning. When we (I mean us humans) go to learn something new--we want to go straight to expert level. We want to juggle fire or swords. We want picture perfect, super complex and we want it instantaneously or sooner.

The idea of slow and methodical is lost on us.

Makes perfect sense, we are living in a sci-fi future. I'm writing this story on a communication device with just my fingertips.  My words travel through space and time, and you read this in your future.

My time travel story

Two weeks ago, with a full tank of gas, and light afternoon schedule, I took my own trip through time. I called my boss to take the afternoon off and drove back to the days of Topanga and Corey.

Take on the World

Yes, feeling small, I started writing about Girl Meets World, and left those words for another day. Someday, I may share, for now I hold them close. Back to my drive... I basically traveled back in time--not so much to reconnect with a friend from long ago. More to honor another friend, and pay my respects to his mother, his wife, his friends, his kids. You know that toy--the metal balls that hit, swing, speed up and eventually slow down. We are mortals, certain things become expected, like growing, getting stronger, adding more skills, activities and stuff to our lives. Losing a child, even an adult child to death has to be one of the most difficult things for a human to experience.

Just love, throwing love out and catching love, that's all.

My heart is full of love. I reach, I stretch and again we start. Peace and love my friends.
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Like Blood

As I my fingers click the keyboard, this post springs forth like a bud or leaf. Software is everywhere. Unsung hero. We touch, see, smell and experience the tangible outer shell, the Hardware. Software is like Blood. I've been saying this for a few years, and realized I better write it down and put a date on it. If ever there is a job of professional analogist, I'm going to need this data. Back to the topic... Software is like Blood. Necessary. Important. Vital. Ignorable. Blah, blah, blah. When it's working best, it's invisible to us. When we start talking about it--OK, it's sirens and alarms. Stop the bleeding, fix the issue, return to nominal state. Software gets called the brain sometimes, but I think software is more like blood.        
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