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| Eugene, Oregon Bethel Neighborhood |
#tonightssunset
Here's the first puzzle I put together on the 4th of July. Dale was out of town helping his mom, and I wasn't feeling very festive. So I spent the day putting three jigsaw puzzles together.
And check this out. There's even a sunflower.
#flowersforfriday
At the end of July, Jodie invited her dad and me to a concert in the park, sponsored by her place of work, Willamalane Parks and Rec. Since Island Park is in our neighboring town, not in Eugene, Dale and I don't consider it as part of our local Park Tour. We actually visited this park a few years ago. It's quite pretty, with lots of green space and this natural amphitheater sitting right along the Willamette River.
As the summer winds down, and the gardens mature, I've begun decorating with sunflowers. They look bright and happy in the midst of all this heat and the smoky skies from the northwest wildfires.
As a bonus, I can seek their advice.
The second puzzle I put together on July 3 while Dale was in Idaho with his mom is this colorful piece, Love and Revolution.
In 1976, when the United States was celebrating our bicentennial, my family went on a once-in-a-lifetime cross-country trip. I was 18 years old. My parents wanted to show us how varied our country was. They wanted to show us their hometowns. They wanted us to meet their relatives.
My mom was born in Chicago, IL. Her parents were shopkeepers. Throughout her childhood and through the Great Depression, they owned businesses in various towns in Illinois and Iowa. At one point, they had a Ben Franklin five-and-dime franchise. Growing up in southern California, I'd never heard of that store before. So we stopped at a Ben Franklin in the Midwest to look around.
As a souvenir, I bought some floss and a set of pillowcases that had a pre-printed design for surface embroidery. Over the next year, I embroidered both pillowcases and learned to do some thread crochet around the edge. Though my work was uneven -- especially the crochet -- I was proud of my accomplishment. Those pillowcases always helped me feel close to the grandparents I'd never known.
I used the them for years. I took the pillowcases to college in Idaho. They survived a house fire in 1987. I thought I'd lost them in the divorce, but as luck would have it, I was able to retrieve them from where my ex locked them up in a storage unit. Now they are thin and damaged and stained. But I keep them because they hold a place in my heart, and in my personal history of learning needlework.
It's sad to see my precious pillowcases languishing in a box, though. So I'm considering the idea of cutting around the embroidered parts that are intact, and transforming them, along with other damaged vintage linens from my elders, into something new. It will take some courage to cut into them. I dislike the idea of "destroying" the work of women's hands. So much time, talent, and history lie in each piece. The women and their handiwork deserve respect.
But life encompasses birth, lived experience, death, and transformation. In this new retirement stage of my life, I'm ready to give transformation a chance.
I hope I feel like getting out my needles, floss, and beads soon. This is inspiring me.
Embroidering on paper (cardstock) is very quick and the results are satisfying. I stitched this embroidered and beaded design in 2016.
I stitched it with variegated floss. The colorway is stunning.The dimension is fabulous.
#throwbackthursday
I prepped these fresh veggies for a stir fry. The colors were so vibrant, I just had to take a photo.
#playingwithmyfoood
This week's Try It Toosday is more of an interpretation than a duplicate of my inspiration image. I really like the white rope on the dark background of the original photo, but I didn't have the correct rope in my stash. Using what I had on hand, I came up with this.
To make this image work, I had to do a little magic with a piece of floral wire, a needle, and thread.
The "wood floor" is one of my photo backdrops.
I prepped a Mandarin orange for lunch, pulling off peel and pith.
#macromonday
I put two jigsaws together on July 3rd. This is the first. Bold and bright!
This vibrant rose bush grows outside the entrance to the Amazon Community Center in southeast Eugene. It's a park facility Dale and I visited one hot afternoon before he headed back to Idaho.
#flowersforfriday
This week for Throwback Thursday, I'm reaching back to the Fall of 2016. Dale found this sweet bird's nest in our font yard. A big autumn windstorm knocked it out of a tree and Dale uncovered it while raking pine needles.
In the midst of growing season, about a month ago, I constructed this bright puzzle featuring a seed company.
Mostly, I like their tagline: A Miracle in Every Packet.
A view from our backyard last week. This makes for a peaceful end of the day.
One day closer to Dale being home from his executor duties in Idaho.
When Dale and I were walking around Alton Baker Park, I tripped on this.
I had to take a picture for our granddaughter, Annie, because I thought it looked like an owl. Annie's crazy about owls.
While Dale was visiting his mom for a week, and helping his brothers set up palliative care routines at the beginning of July, I spent a lot of my time alone at home putting jigsaw puzzles together. This is called Amish Country.
and colorful hex signs.