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.


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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clash, class and sea glass


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


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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LIU – look it up

Look it up

Three wise words.

Listening to my own advice!

Starting to ask a question on Facebook, and caught myself--instead I googled the term I didn't understand. Voila, I learned something new.  So I jumped back to FB and shared the link I found. We have a wealth of information right at our fingertips, but us humans tend to rely on the people we know. Maybe it's because finding real info on the internet is like finding a needle in a pile of things that look like needles but are really just advertisements, spam and other fake stuff. My wish for the world is not that we know it all, it's that we have the ability to learn, to discern, and when it's time to reach and stretch. Part of knowing a lot is knowing that we don't know it all, but can look it up. How do we know our source should be trusted? Is there a symbol or badge of honor that the truth wears?
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soundtrack of my life

As I click publish, my stove top timer sings to me says it's time to close up that computational device--time to reboot the mind, body and spirit. Yes indeed, you call it sleep, I call it low tech rejuvenation! Slowly simmering in the crockpot is the world's most flammable chili con carne. A soft snore from one of my sweet giant beasts. This is the soundtrack of my life. I'm joyful. I'm humbled and honored. I'm blessed!    

Make it Work

Make Your Mark

Make It FUN


Make It Your Own!

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what if

sunshine connect regroup mend share ask hope dare care love   These are my words as I write them, but as you read them, you have a choice. What will you do with a gift of opportunity? are these just words? are they more? are they less? what are you thinking? what will you do? what conversations shall we ignite?   My prayers for our world--yes I said prayers. Yes, prayers, renew, strengthen and empower--there is such power in the simple tasks, especially in sitting with someone when you have nothing but companionship to share. Yes, I'm repeating this list again, read it aloud if you dare.   sunshine connect regroup mend share ask hope dare care love
photo credit: S.Price January 15, 2017; waiting for the southbound train
  Hugs to those who are hurting. I have confidence in your spark. Be You and Be Awesome!   AtoZ, Amalia, Tia Tere, Ames (no matter what you call me, I'm just me!)   PS After posting these words with no image, since none felt right--this train image popped up in my social media feed--with permission from the photographer S.Price; I share it with you. Peace!
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Eleven Eleven HBCB

Numbers count!  Well, actually humans count numbers. I love Math.  I honestly think anyone who calls it Math should love it, or at least like it.  If not why are you on a first name basis with Mathematics? The rise of the machines. I mean growing love that humans have for sci-fi, science fiction, myth etc.-- brings an interesting question to my mind.  Who are we, who am I?  Thinking StarTrek TOS (the original series). I ASK, Who Am I?
  • Kirk (spark that ignites a group, and an emotional mind)
  • Spock (logic mind, tempering Kirk's humanity)
  • McCoy (reasoning mind, caring for others, being asked to do more than what he as a doctor can do)
  • Scotty (problem solving mind,making things happen for others, in the background)
Yes, those are the only four characters I am listing today. Is it fair? I don't have a single female in the group, or a typically disrespected ethnic group. Well, sorry--those are the top four characters in my perspective, and I don't share a gender with any of them. Yet, I learned a bit from each of them. But who I am? I think I am the ship.  I have in me, many parts. I need them all. At times one part may seem to be driving but in reality, it's the combined efforts of all the parts of me that make me, me. Yes, I know--I just called myself a mythical spaceship. Boldly going. An Enterprise. More about that another day.

Boldly Sewing!

Well, this week--I did just boldly sew!  Yes, stitching together the fabric of our universe--human beings, connections, humor and wisdom. My lecture Warp Speed Ahead, Sew FUN, So Fast and my class Math of Art, Art of Math were out of this world awesome. I'm humbled at the Live Long and Prosper (LLAP) salute I was given at end of Warp Speed Ahead. My attempted at a panoramic photo, was um, not successful, but showed just is a bit of a very packed room. Yes, indeed.  My maiden voyage into what I am calling out in the Universe teaching.  I've taught before, but not to the International World.  Yes, Original Sewing and Quilt Expo doesn't have the word, International in it, like the teaching I'll be doing next month in Houston. But like TOS, it's got the word ORIGINAL. I like to think I am Original, but I'm just me being genuine, kind, curious, open and well, me.  Thanks for being open to the me. If you don't know Star Trek, it's worth a bit of your time to investigate it. Not because Sci-Fi is cool or whatever but because... Sci-Fi is a common language that allows you to communicate with alien beings, I mean family members or other cross-generational persons you meet.  The human being.  That's what I am, a human being.  Born of Aliens, a first generation American. So I feel a connection with Spock. I know that's highly illogical, but I have a heart, mind and soul.

I am all the characters, aren't we all?


boldly sewing #llap #scifi #maidenvoyage #starship #sewingteacher @originalsewing #fredericksburg @funfromatoz

A photo posted by AtoZ 🐞 Amalia Morusiewicz (@funfromatoz) on

  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Original_Series https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-psychology-fiction/201011/how-stories-influence-us Be You and Be Awesome! AtoZ
PS, the title of this post Eleven Eleven HBCB is a secret message, much the Carol Burnett's tugging of her ear.
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Joyful Glory

Empty Stoneware
Daisy delights--pattern available upon request
me in all my joyful glory--age 5
I love this photo--why? because that huge grin is because my parents entrusted me with holding (just for the quick photo) my newest best friend, my baby sister Maria and I'm sitting next to my longest time best friend, and first sister, Cris.  I'm wearing a dress made by my dad's mom, my Abuela Marta, and Cris is wearing the same style dress in another color. I bet my nails are clean and neat, cause my mom's dad Abuelo Duran would always check our nails, and help us out. My mom and dad at the time were young and working hard to give us what we needed, and they did and then some. Thanks for not having all the money in the world, because if times hadn't been tough, I doubt I would fully appreciate all that you gave us, your time, your energy, your patience, your strictness, your love and the opportunity to make our way on this world.  Like "empty stoneware" you bring so much more with your presence.  Sometimes just being there is all that is needed.  I'm lucky that I always feel my parents are with me. I know I should call more often, but you are always with me.  Yesterday was the anniversary of my mom's mothers's death. I didn't know her well, she was formal and serious, never Abuelita, always Abuela. I didn't know her during her life the way I've gotten to know her since, she lived in a world that was far different than I can imagine.  She was born in Cuba, years ago when women's dreams were (well, I'm not getting that deep today.) lived a life of luxury (sorry, but in my view having 2 staircases, one made of marble, counts as luxury); left her homeland with her husband and her two youngest kids, since my aunt was already away at a GirlScout camp.  Leaving your homeland to protect your family, going from the warmth of Cuba to northern Texas and later to Pennsylvania. She was the quieter, less exciting Grandma. I hope she knows I love her dearly. My mom's parents were more formal, just like my mom is more formal than my dad. So when they taught me to blow the cover off the straws-when were eating at Woolworths or some store that had a diner area--it probably shocked my mom.  My Abuela Margot colored her hair for so many years, finally revealing the most beautiful silvery hair.  Look at her hands below, holding my youngest cousin--that's love--those hands and arms remind me of my mom's too.  I love that in this photo  only 5 cousins are looking at the camera--and the oldest of each family are not, and my Abuela is in a color that almost disappears into the couch.  This is an awesome photo!  Thank God for the days of film, when imperfect photos captured reality.4242_84583281433_3539226_n Abuela Margot was buried in a deep purple (aubergine) dress that she had gotten for my wedding that she would not be able to attend.  She made the everyday special by adding fruit to pudding and making individual cups so we each got to be special.  She had pink Dove soap in her house, and when I smell that I think of her.  Her funeral was the first one that I attended as an adult.  I don't think I understand why my coworkers at the time gave me a stuffed animal when I returned from the funeral.   But I think that she is up in heaven reading all my posts, all my rambling writings and spoken words- with a quiet smile. I think of Abuela Margot often. If you ever find her signature on page 100 of a book--please let me know--I'm happy to have that connection with my past. Double numbers always have been special to me, last night I learned more about double numbers and someday will write that story up. But for now on August 8--I think that I'll just send my love out there to infinity and back. Yes, I love you to heaven and back.
me and my mom
  Peace my friends!         She would say to me, Teresita, stop writing this story now, and go to work.  So I will.  Love you Abuela Margot!  Thank you for being you and being awesome--and for saving all the bits and scraps of words I wrote and mailed to you as a kid--like this one... FullSizeRender 304               Love you to Heaven and Back!  Or like Buzz Lightyear would say "to infinity and beyond" Thinking of Daisies--can you guess why? IMG_0425
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My dream is to tell stories, to connect. I do this in fibers, in fables and words, with grace, hope and joy. Weaving my stories, connecting unexpected. The fringe, the fray--these seemingly useless disconnected bits.  From the chaotic corner of my memory, hard edges of science, math melt into art that is engineering and problem solving--soon these fables and fabric find a secure doorframe and take hold. Silently spinning, the spider spins a web--her hard work unseen, always moving--building, mending, tending to her web.  Attaching the web to seemingly strong supports and weaving away. The web is beautiful, but it's true beauty is in it's power to feed and sustain us. When the web serves it purpose, or is pulled down by a careless gesture.  She doesn't have the luxury of throwing a pity party.  She uses what she has got, attempts to mend the current web and if not goes about her speedy way to recreate another.  The second isn't a copy, it's just an iteration, an evolution. It's spiderweb 2.0.   Create something that will be of use today, be beautiful in the right light, encourage and strengthen humanity. That's my plan to mend our broken world.  The thing I create is not what is the art, the art is the effect that it has, inspiring, nourishing, tending, mending, simply spinning, warp and weft.
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My journal/sketch book lazily lay blank staring at me until.... 

Inspired at a local meeting of Studio Art Quilt Associates (SAQA) http://www.saqa.com/, seeing how fellow art quilters Deborah Boschert, Diane Doran, and Karen Schulz evolve their ideas and refine plans as they go from journal to art, I knew had to put this tool to work

So I gave myself permission to journal however I want - not only sketches - but words and images! ideas and plans!  manhole covers and candy! unicorns and glitter! yes, I watch too much tv, but you gotta love Flo!!!

Color scheme emerged serendipitously
yes I really did use a 15 letter word, am I being supercilious?
I'd rather be super silly!!!

"I see circles ... All the time. They're everywhere", kinda like the Sixth Sense, but different totally different!

Circles, my latest delight!!!
  • simple - 1 line
  • eternal - beginning and ending and beginning again
  • moves you - remember "the wheels on the bus, go round and round"
  • embrace you (XXOO!!!)
  • this simple shape opens my eyes to the world, how many circles do you see?

 the O shape
  • starts off options, opportunities and oasis
  • found in the middle of love, mom, now, more, wow 
  • ends our greetings of Hello and Mahalo!
  • needed twice in good, food and cool 

"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour."

William Blake
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