Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Bless you. Yes, you. Thank you for your warm, loving comments on yesterday’s post. Since I strive for truth in my writing, I must admit tears came to my eyes as I read your comments. I wrote that post because I had to. And having to write something always signals to me that I need the catharsis that will come when the post is finished.

I post every day because it is a good discipline for me. And in a spirit of total honesty, it helps my ad income. The more hits I get, the more income. Primarily, though, sitting down and writing is a pleasure for me. I go through periods where I am full of ideas for posts and then, inevitably, I sometimes dry up. I still write. It may be a sentence or two with photos as the primary substance of the post. It may be a link to another blogger’s post. Having to come up with something is, 99% of the time, a good thing. That’s not to say that I will always post every day. But, I’ll sure try to.

I’m back in Hartford. It’s sunny and lovely. I miss my husband and dogs, but that goes without saying. I told you that I changed rooms twice last week. On Friday night, the music from a bar in the building across the parking lot from the hotel was so loud that I thought I would lose my mind. Loud, thumping bass. So I changed rooms (during my one hour rehearsal break the next day) to another side of the building. This room was much smaller and the light wasn’t as good. That night, the traffic from the I-84 off and on ramps and subsequent stop light was so loud that I couldn’t block it out, even with ear plugs in. Guess what I did the next morning at 7:00 AM? Changed rooms again. Not to my original room, though I tried to get that, but to one two floors higher with the exact same configuration. I’m sure I’ll have to put up with the bass on the weekends, but I’ll shut the windows and turn on the air conditioning. Two nights of noise is a lot better than every night.

I brought back something from home to warm up my room.

What do you think? That quilt was one of the first quilts I ever made. I pieced all those bits of 30’s reproduction fabric and then hand quilted the whole thing. I always hand quilt, which might explain why I have two large quilt tops stashed in my closet waiting to be hand quilted. It can be daunting.

I used to have this hanging over the railing in my studio.

I love 30’s fabrics. They remind me of a simpler time. I also bought more flowers at Trader Joe’s but the other flowers I bought last week were still going strong. So I found a makeshift vase.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Happy Wednesday.