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Disappointment or Opportunity?


Visions of Scottsdale send me on a wishful dream of spending our winters, warm and dry in Arizona, away from the snow shovel engraved with my name on it. Hope springs eternal, and so our Maine home sits on the market waiting for the right buyer to come along. Not that I'm counting, but this house in Maine, magnificent as it is, continues to sit on the market. For the second summer. In a row. And in the classic "Alfred E. Neuman" style, I'm thinking, "What, me worry?". Not at all! 

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I love our home in Maine and I love being a Mainer! My life long dream of coming back to my home state has not diminished since moving back here in 1993. In fact I am more excited than ever to call Maine our home base. With a Bowdoin College alum as my husband, we have so many collective memories here, it is inconceivable to move away completely. We've been back now for over twenty years, and I suspect we shall remain for many more.

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As the reality sinks in that the house may not sell again this season, disappointment is the furthest emotion from reality. Surprising but true. Taking inventory of our circumstances, I realize we have it really, amazingly, wonderfully, intensely, insanely good here. If the house sells, so be it. We'll downsize to a smaller home in southern Maine, and life goes on. If it doesn't, however, I'm turning in that old snow shovel for a high end snow blower! 

PechaKucha and the Art Nomad

PechaKucha is a technqiue introduced in Japan in 2003 as a way for young designers to meet, network and display their work. Twenty images times twenty seconds to tell your story. Powerful, succinct, and fun!

I recently presented at two PechaKucha events in Brunswick and Portland, Maine to chronicle my travels as an Art Nomad. Please enjoy this stroll through my thirty year journey. Should I be a photographer? Sketch with colorful fine point pens? A quilter or cross stitcher? Well, I suspect you will quickly guess which path I chose …


Thanks for strolling down memory lane … 

"Thankful Generations" WWII Project - Part 3


Gratitude. A simple word, meaning a feeling of thankfulness or appreciation. 

Curiosity. Another simple word, meaning a desire to learn or know about something. 

Juxtaposition. A not so simple word, but one of my favorites, meaning the state of being side by side. 

As I work on this latest beading project, the sensations of gratitude and curiosity are juxtaposed in my mind. These sensations mix and mingle freely as I string beads onto the loom. 

Gratitude is the basis for my "Thankful Generations" project. Having grown up in a military family, my deep appreciation for those who have performed military service is unquestionable. And as I embark further on this project and learn from others, my curiosity about individual experiences grows exponentially. 

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Family and friends convey their own personal stories, some heroic, some painful, some full of anger, and all touching a depth of emotion. People share their history, folklore, and photographs, and my curiosity branches in directions I had not even imagined. 

For me this is truly a nomadic journey, one with no particular direction beyond the wisdom of those with whom I interact serving as signposts for my future steps. 

Many of you have asked great questions about my beading process, so I want to share more as Tapestry #2 of my Uncle Arthur emerges over the next couple of months. Presently, I have completed 28 rows, which contain 127 beads across, equating to 3,556 beads thus far. Simple math suggests that I have completed just under 10%, and my trusty ruler shows slightly under 2 inches complete.


I'm not embarrassed to tell you I made a dumb mistake right at the outset.  After a false start that cost me 1.5 hours of rework, I am on my way. It's amazing how many different shades of white and gray there are, with subtle hues that actually do create a wonderful shading effect. Setting up the loom, plus adding the first five rows took 7.25 hours, with each row averaging about 15 minutes. Now that I'm in the groove, the rows are averaging 13 minutes. With 28 rows complete, that leaves 257 to go. At 127 beads across, there are ONLY 32,639 more beads to go! And at 13 minutes average per row, the bead work will take about 55 more hours.  


I've consumed one audiobook in the process, a great story called "Cronkite's War" by Maurice Isserman and Walter Cronkite IV (grandson and namesake to the legendary news reporter). My next companion audiobook is "Those Angry Days" by Lynn Olson, about the dynamics surrounding isolationism prior to the US entry into WWII. As I expand my beading, so too am I expanding my undestanding. Stay tuned for more updates and thanks for your interest!

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