Archive for March, 2006


And away we go …

March 31, 2006
I just finished sending a bio to an author in NYC for publication in an upcoming book.  When I sent it, I didn’t think much of it.  After all, Ozark Handspun is written up all over the place these days (insert happy dance here.)  An email from folks in the know, however, set me straight.

Sarah, you have no idea what just happened. Sabrina is an exceptionally well-know artist. This is not her first book. She has had artists emailing and calling her all day every day to try to get into her book. We didn’t ask her, she asked us. We didn’t realize how blessed we were until the photographer came and let us in on what’s really happening in NY. You have just entered the fame gallery! Congratulations. DON’T PANIC. JUST BREATHE!

This does not mean that Kohleidoscope will come out of the closet yet. You are in control of your business. But this is a HUGE boost. When you are ready to take on the world, Midas, the world will be waiting. I think that’s one of the most exciting things!


Truth of the matter is that it’s been a couple of months since I’ve designed or created anything new.  I think I had gotten burned out on it all and wondered if, since I didn’t know where it was all going, it was worth it.  I guess I got my answer!

Off to dust off the needles and rediscover my obsession with yarns that I don’t spin as well as the yarn that I do!





March 29, 2006
B and I spend time in our garage every night.  He smokes and it’s the only smoking room in the house, so he hangs out there.  He also does most of his work there, so he spends a lot of time in the garage.  We talk about our day, watch the news (yeah, we even have a TV out there,) make plans, discuss the hard stuff, etc.  It’s kind of our place, gross, dirty and smokey as it is, until our bedroom is finished, it’s serving as our private place.
Last night he says to me, "So, I need you to tell me if you’ve figured out what I got you for your birthday."
Think, Sarah, Think.  Do I confess?  Do I lie?  What do I do?  Think!!
And, since I don’t lie to my husband, period, I told him the truth.
"Yes, honey, I think I did figure it out, but I was so stunned – did you really get me The Buddha Within?
"Yep, Sarah, I did.  Since you know, I want to give it to you now so you can start picking out molding for the frame."
And then he pulled out a mail tube from Australia.  The return address was the artist’s address.  The insurance sticker on the tube had her signature on it. 
He opened the tube and pulled out a rolled up piece of canvas.  On the back is a signature, the artist’s signature, and date in pencil.  He unrolled the canvas and there, in front of me, is my piece of art, The Buddha Within.  It’s so beautiful.  It’s the second piece of real art we’ve ever owned, by far the largest and most valuable.  It’s numbered 1/200.  It’s breath taking and I’m humbled beyond words that he would search for and spend the money for this most important piece of art simply because it speaks to me.
It will hang on the wall at the foot of our bed.  I’ll see it every time I wake up to greet the day.
Wow.  Just wow.

So, what’s under your bed?  I’m about to find out …

March 28, 2006
So, what’s under your bed?  I’m about to find out what is under mine.  Today I have the unsavory task of clearing out the bedroom, boxing up clothing, throwing out the random crap that falls off of a person and collects around the corners of bedroom furniture.  You know, the stuff like the extra buttons that come in little packages when you buy a good blouse, the forgotten hair ties and barrettes that you fall asleep with and wake up at 3 in the morning with them on your nose, the earring for which you have lost the back.  It all has to go because tomorrow, we get the new bedroom set.
And the choir sang, "Hallelujah!"
I’ve spent the last few days browsing and picking out pieces of artwork for our new room.  B and I have decided that we deserve to turn our room into a private oasis, a get away, a refuge from family life.  We picked out furniture that matches the best bed ever (I’m so glad to be getting that back,) and that is light and airy and will leave more room for mediation and crazy monkey, um, couples meditation. Yeah, that’s it.  We’re covering the walls in subtly romantic / erotic art ( no, you cannot come over. I said art, not porn!)  We found an amazing sculpture / candle holder on our anniversary trip and I cannot wait to set it up.  My mother gave us some gorgeous pink art deco style bowls that will go on the dresser or one of the night stands.  I’m picking out fabrics for new throw pillows and draperies.  Candles, texture, color, art everywhere.  We’ve used the amazing silk quilt that Velma made for me as the color palate for our room.  It comforts us, it inspires us, it is rich and varied and perfectly imperfect, just like us.  Thank you, Velma. 
I cannot wait.  I mean it, I cannot wait.
And, just as a little note, I wrote this whole thing without a single misspelling.  What is it, my birthday?

Spinning with Stealth

March 27, 2006

I do a lot of spinning at home, enough to fully qualify for a part time job. I do a couple of hours a day. Of course, I could meet my quota much more quickly if I weren’t interrupted every 3 minutes for “Mama, I’m thirsty. Mama, Duck hurt my feelings. Mama, I pooped, can you wipe my bottom?” But, it’s where I am. It is what it is, you know?

Anyway, we rearranged the basement playroom a couple of weeks ago to make my in house gig easier to accomplish. We ditched some furniture, ran cable under the carpet, put a 27 inch TV down there, and moved my wheel and such into a little nook. The boys have more room to play, I can spin while watching the news (or Land Before Time, you know, whatever.) It’s nice.

Sometimes I have help. Click on the pictures to enlarge.

(And yep, D, T, and V, I’m spinning VERY slowly in these pics – Stealth’s hands are so close to the orifice!!)



March 25, 2006

I just figured out what my husband got me for my birthday.  It’s amazing and incredibly personal and validates and supports a large life choice I have recently made.  It’s so lovely.  He’s so lovely for thinking of it.  Wow.

But, now it won’t be a surprise.

Jewish Haiku

March 23, 2006

From my Mom’s group – oh, it’s so funny my Buddhist ass just plotzed. And, yes, we have Jewish members who howled with laughter at this list. Enjoy!

Lacking fins or tail
The gefilte fish swims with
Great difficulty.


Beyond Valium,
Peace is knowing one’s child
Is an internist.


On Passover we
Opened door for Elijah
Now our dog is gone.


The shivah visit:
So sorry about your loss.
Now back to my problems.


Mom, please! There is no
Need to put that dinner roll
In your pocketbook.


Seven-foot Jews in
The NBA slam-dunking!
My alarm clock rings.


Sorry I’m not home
To take your call. At the tone
Please state your bad news.


Is one Nobel Prize
So much to ask from a child
After all I’ve done?


Today, mild shvitzing.
Tomorrow, so hot you’ll plotz.
Five-day forecast: feh


Yenta. Shmeer. Gevalt.
Shlemiel. Shlimazl. Meshuganah
Oy! To be fluent!


Quietly murmured
At Saturday Synagogue services,
Yanks 5, Red Sox 3.


A lovely nose ring,
Excuse me while I put my
Head in the oven.


Hard to tell under the lights.
White Yarmulke or
Male-pattern baldness


That which does not kill us makes us whiter

March 23, 2006
I love coffee and tea.  And occasionally soda.  I have smoked something or another off and on since I was 17 years old (minus the 4 1/2 years of pregnancy and breastfeeding.)  Add to that that I’m nearly 30 and you get I have issues.  My teeth are beautifully and naturally straight (no braces here,) but they are anything but white.  This just won’t do.  It just won’t do.
So, along with some of my lovely girlfriends, I’m giving the White Strips a shot.  I know I know I know.  Unbelievable, eh?  You’re supposed to use them for 30 minutes, twice a day, for 14 days.  Okie dokie.
This morning was my first round.  Let me tell you, those lovely little pictures on the box and on the commercials don’t tell you that you’ll be placing slime coated playdoh on your teeth, convincing it to stick there for 30 minutes, all the while spitting out copious amounts of the love child of slime and morning breath.  UGH.  I must have a deeper appreciation for professional boxers ’cause I have to say, their experience of using a mouth piece while getting the crap kicked out of them is probably as pleasant as the experience of using white strips.
30 minutes finally was up and I raced to the bathroom to take them off.  This was another moment of intense grossitude.  BUT –
they were whiter.  If I’m lying, I’m dying, they were slightly whiter already after only one use!!!  Now, of course, I kind of get all microscopic about these things (I can tell you if my hair grew a millimeter and if I’ve gained or lost a gram, etc.) but I’ll be damned, they were whiter. 
I followed up everything with an amazing tooth brushing session, some ACT rinse, the new kind that is supposed to strengthen weak spots and whatnot, and about 10 minutes of looking like a goon in the mirror going, "holy shit, they actually work."
It was rough, ya’ll.  But I can do it.  I think I can do it for an hour a day for 2 weeks.  Yeah, I can do it!!
Damned good thing ’cause my coffee and blueberry muffins are seducing me from across the room ….



Oh, just because it’s funny, dammit.

March 22, 2006

1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
3. There is a very fine line between a hobby and mental illness.
4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
5. You should not confuse your career with your life.
6. Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.
7. Never lick a steak knife.
8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she’s pregnant unless you can see an act ual baby emerging from her at that moment.
11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.
12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.
13. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)
14. Your friends love you anyway.
15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.


Thought for the day: Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

Thanks, DDFF.  Still laughing.

It’s so hard to feel compassionate for someone

March 22, 2006

when they are lying on the couch playing games on a Playstation for hours at a time, regardless of if they have frozen corn in their lap and bruised man-parts.

Ah well, it’s worth it.

Viva la Vasectomy!


word droppings

March 20, 2006
The insurance adjuster came today to look at the storm damage.  He did, indeed, see all the damage that we saw plus some.  Apparently, there are some softball sized dents in our roof.  And it ruined our air condition.  And it broke some of the kids yard toys (yeah, we get something for that!!)  Hopefully it all goes well and our insurance company agrees.  Whew.  Our house looks like crap – I’m anxious to get it fixed.  Then maybe I can stop coming home and thinking we got hit by a drive by.
If you are around our area (or, apparently, in parts of Kansas,) you have to check out Born Hillbilly by Jim Curley.    If you’re local, we have it at our local library.  This is a bare bones cd of a couple of guys picking guitar, dulcimer, whatever they can find with strings, playing, maybe singing,  traditional music.  I don’t know why, but it’s got it’s hooks on me. And as much as I dig it, I fully admit that I may very well be the only one.  For now, though, you can bet it’s going on ‘Zulie.  JMB, when I get to go into warp speed in a week or so, I’ll be sending it to you.  H will probably think he’s landed back on NYE at the Howland Hoedown.  Whatever.  There’s a song called My Teacher Shot Me in the Head with a (Paper Clip Blues.)  That is reason to check it out in and of itself, don’t you think?
I really hate it when doing what is right for yourself ends up causing someone else to miss out on what is right for them.  It just sucks.
I ought to get paid by Burt’s Bees.  I swear, I pimp them out so much, you’d think I had gold teeth.
I am married to the most amazing person in the world.  Man, I love him.  Please don’t remind me of those statements in the future when I threaten to clobber him with a cast iron skillet.