30 minutes of fame

Jim can no longer call reality TV garbage.

Yesterday at about 12:40 pm Jim called from the store to let me know that the producer of a popular reality TV show (Jim told me not to tell to much in case I get into trouble- and people say I worry too much) called to ask if they could film one of the star's daughter taking a violin lesson. And guess who is the teacher of the said daughter?

The star is not the one who brings his daughter to the violin lesson-it's usually the mother, who does not want to be on camera. I can understand why. It is hard to act normal or to get things done when there is a bunch of people staring at you and this huge camera with its huge  glossy black eye recording every move you make and a long black rod with a piece of slightly greasy looking gray shag wrapped around the end picking up every sound you make.

The producer and the film crew are very friendly, but they also have a job to do. So they say their hello's, smile, ask a few questions, tell you what you ARE going to do and then get down to business.

I don't think I am visible in any of the shots, I'm not the star (they don't know what they are missing) but I am teaching in the back ground  telling her what to play, fixing posture and trying to get a decent sound out of a 1/8th sized violin. Hard to do- just ask Angela. She hasn't been playing long and I'm trying to find ways to make practicing the violin fun.

The best part of this whole thing?
Jim can no longer say negative things if I want to watch some reality TV cause I was in it.

Call my agent if you can see I'm a diamond in the ruff.

Cinco de Mayo

This is what we did to celebrate.

What did you do?

Sewing projects 101

These are a few things that I have sewn since being in Idaho. They are not much to look at, but I have been improving. My next goal is to make a dress- nothing fancy but I need to get over my fear of sleeves and zippers. Time to graduate to sewing 102.

 Pillow cases for Christmas

 P.J.s for Christmas

 Curtains

 Three tired skirts and circle skirts. The girls are sick of skirts and want dresses. That way they don't have to worry about finding a clean blouse.

 I made this jumper a while ago for Christmas. The girls had matching ones that they were not too happy about. So now everything has to be different.

 I made a whole lot of shorts for summer last year. I got the cheapest material and just zig-zagged everything. It was great because I didn't need to worry about making them last. The only thing I will do differently this year is to make sure the material is dark and heavy enough to hide underclothing.

I made this a few weeks ago. A man child needs something to hold all his weapons, ammo and shields.

Get off the platform already!

It has been over a year since I last wrote.

I don't know why I haven't written. Lots has happened; good things, happy moments, struggles that I have overcome and times when I have cried. But why haven't I written?

I don't know why. I think that I have been waiting for something- something extraordinary or awe inspiring and I  keep waiting and waiting.

 I have been standing on the wooden platform waiting for the train of life to come speeding up and wash me with a dragon's breath of steam. And at that moment when everything is misty, I will have a moment of clarity and a new adventure will start. But as I wait and wait I am missing THIS adventure.

Life may not be the black polished steam locomotive that I have dreamed of, but there is nothing wrong with a train full of character.

Simply put I'm getting off this stilted platform and writing again.