Monthly Archives: October 2007

Calling all my crafty friends…

Ok, I’m not sure I’m completely sane but I am starting a rather large project and I need your help.  I don’t want to spill the beans yet so you’re just gonna have to trust me.  I need fabric scraps.  Any fabric scraps you may have laying around under your craft table, I need them.  Anything bigger than 2 square inches and anything you are willing to send would be greatly appreciated.  I have 2 months to finish this project and I can’t wait to get started.  Please help in any way you can by telling your friends I need scraps.  Thanks in advance for anything you can send me.  Just write a comment and I’ll send you my address, even if you can only put 3 small scraps in an envelope and send it off, that will help me.

Thanks, from my heart to yours,



Mother’s Day Project

I know Mother’s Day is quite a number of months away.  And I know this project has been around for a while but I only heard about it today and I jumped on it.

Raesha, at My Love wrote about Carrie, a19 year old soldier who was killedin 2005.  I have to say that not only am I a sap, I am a military sap, first and foremost.  My husband has been Active Duty Air Force for 12 years and there is a huge place in my heart for military families because it hits so close to home for us.  I jumped on this project.  Please do the same!

Rejuvenated and Run Down…

Just got back from a weekend women’s retreat, which I have to say, was nothing short of AMAZING!  About 50 women, most from Osan gathered at the beautiful Dragon Hill Lodge in Seoul to relax, chat and get spiritually rejuvenated.  Our speaker was Amy Stephens, who you NEED to book for your next conference/retreat.  She was a ball of energy, beautiful, inside and out, and said so many awesome things I couldn’t stop taking notes the whole weekend.  The theme for our retreat was “Eager Anticipation” and it was a great topic for women who are constantly waiting on the military.  Amy spoke about waiting and the freedom in waiting.  It was so simple, yet so profound!  I do not want to give away her inspiring and amazing teachings, because I want your groups to book her but I will share a small bit of the most inspiring messages I learned from her this weekend:

* Nothing God can show us can be a let down, we can never miss out on something when we are waiting on God. *

* There is a HUGE difference when God (and not people, the military, anyone else) is the one you’re listening to and listening for. *

* God is not our personal genie.  God doesn’t need us, we need God!  He allows you to take part in what He’s doing, not vice versa.*

* God doesn’t call us to know His answers, He calls us to know Him!*

These are things, that when I read them again should be so obvious and simple but hearing them in the context of this weekend they were some of the most profound things I had ever heard.  Waiting is a hard game, at least in the military.  Waiting for the next duty station, waiting for my husband to come home.  Waiting for the plane, waiting for an answer from any given office.  This was just what I needed!

I’m sick today – God’s telling me that He wants me to slow down and actually digest what I heard this weekend.

Shake Your Groove Thing…

Sometimes I get a blog entry stuck in my head like you would a song. The words reverberate around, over and over, with no decipherable tune but a repetition nonetheless. Over the past few days I have been contemplating this blog entry and where to put it – here or here. After much deliberation I decided this entry would take up space here. I don’t exactly know why, it has nothing to do with art or cooking but then again it has little to do with being a ‘newlywed nomad’ either. So, here it is…

Laura Esquivel talked about how smells can bring back strong memories in her novel Like Water for Chocolate. I feel that way about music. There are albums that, when I listen to them again after a long while, can transport me back to the exact place I was when that album was so predominant in my life.

I am dancing on harsh, brown berber carpet in my purple footy pajamas, the polyester ones that shock me in my sleep, to Madonna’s True Blue. I am practicing my saunter in the family room in Mom’s white patent leather high heels to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Snuggled up with my girlfriends in our bunkbeds at summer camp, someone always had to stay awake to turn over the Patsy Cline’ Greatest Hits cassette. High School was a medley of music, show tunes from Guys & Dolls in musical theater class; singing Alanis Morrisette by the lockers after lunch; recording the high school football team quartet’s version of Boyz II Men’s It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday, off the radio; Tori Amos’ Little Earthquakes on my headphones for months after my good friend was hit by a car and killed junior year. So many songs and artists held a place in my heart during those formative teenage years. But nothing held a candle of significance compared to my college years. Music was sometimes my closest and dearest friend in college. Dave Matthews’ Crash brings back my freshman year with a force of nostalgia like no other. I close my eyes and I have a red plastic Solo cup of cheap Natty Ice in my hand. I recovered from a bad break up only with the help of Lauryn Hill’s Ex-Factor, a song I had on repeat for months. My junior year roomie, Marie, and I made soundtracks to listen to while getting ready to go out, which consisted of a medley of Britney Spears and boy bands. While dating a guy from Puerto Rico, I learned how to salsa and memorized entire songs that I couldn’t even comprehend. The Dixie Chicks were the only album that would get me through the 5 hour Greyhound ride back to NYC from a weekend home in State College. Ella Fitzgerald’s version of Someone to Watch Over Me will always put me against the strong shoulder of my husband while dancing at our wedding.  Celine Dion’s Because You Loved Me brings to mind dancing with my father, at sorority family functions, at weddings and at my wedding, I am still the little girl dancing on her daddy’s shoes.   I also have vacation music, albums that I associate with certain trips and places. Jack Johnson will always mean Costa Rica to me and Madeleine Peyroux is the only thing that will do while in France. I have baking music, bathing music, crying music, dancing music, laughing-my-ass-off music. Music that makes me feel sad, music that makes me want to rock and music that just makes me happy.

I am so grateful that after downloading a song, I can close my eyes and be carried away to my memories. I once met a wise old woman who said, “isn’t it amazing how God only lets you remember the good!” I am so thankful for that and I am so thankful for my music.

Now my internal playlists will be categorized by country rather than school years. My Korea playlist will include Angelique Kidjo, Taylor Swift, Colbie Caillat, Amy Winehouse, Imogen Heap, Rilo Kiley, Corinne Bailey Rae, KT Tunstall, The Fray, Lily Allen, Hillsong United and Lupe Fiasco.

Have you ever really thought about what your music was, where it came from, and how you came to rely on it?

2 Blogs Are Better Than One – Not Really

I haven’t been that silent recently, although you wouldn’t know it over here.  I have, however been creating up a storm and will have a shop update this week.

In the meantime read my last few posts over here.


I heart custom orders…

For this lovely gal, an amazing photographer – check her out!

I made a few of these for a sweetheart named Mae who found me on Etsy and she ordered 3 more in different sizes.  They are so fun to make and hold everything you need on a trip.

And finally a custom order for myself…

A brand new carry-on bag for my trip to Hawaii 2 weeks ago. My feet are not that small (7.5), this is just a gigunda bag for all my carry-on goodies! Gotta love padded straps, ah the comfort!