In process

It was a wonderful weekend full of family, food, laziness and craft time. I was writing a letter yesterday and forgot what the date was. I don't think that has happened to me in a really long time. I'm usually quite on to of my dates and to-dos...but this past weekend wasn't about that at all. I had my opening weekend with a musical and got to catch up with family, friends and craft time.

My nieces and I had an awesome time cutting up sweaters and making something new out them. Who would have thought people were this crafty!Ugh...utterly disgusts me how creative people are...so a friend and I thought we'd give it a try and somehow I dragged my nieces into it!

We had the best time making these. Were we expecting perfect mittens and hats?...well maybe...did we reap those results? HA! no :) However, it was fun and sure, they may look alittle odd but that's what craft time is about.

The trick to these hats and mittens is getting the sewing part down. You have to turn them inside out to sew and piece them together...and as I kept sewing, I started to wonder if this chaotic patchwork will amount to anything. It's not pretty. However, as I started to turn the hat or mitten back out for its normal wear, I was surprised to see that it looked somewhat normal. It's kind of quirky but it fits.

End results never quite match what you intended yet somehow...sometimes they end up being so much better than you ever thought.

Quirky kind of love,

C

PS. Those beautiful models are my adorable nieces. <3

Both sides

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "i love you" right out loud,

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, i've looked at life that way.

But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed.

Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.

I've looked at life from both sides now,

From win and lose, and still somehow

It's life's illusions i recall.

I really don't know life at all.

-Joni Mitchell

Well it certainly has been some time since I've jotted down my little musings on life. I just had my first performance as a lead in a musical. I must admit, until our first performance, I was starting to lose energy and excitement with each rehearsal. However, post-performance, I gained momentum back. I love playing to the audience. There is something so energizing about a performer and audience connection no matter what type of performance you have.

All that leading up to today...Thanksgiving, a much needed break to be with lots of people and eat. We don't ever take enough time to just sit and eat...soaking up the entire time with conversation and enjoyment of the food prepared. It's a truly relaxing and wonderful thing. I decided to take a walk outside halfway through the meal. It was a wise decision and even refreshing, for the weather was decked in its beautiful fall glow.

Families. History. Some good and some bad. Memories made and memories never to be brought up ever again. A holiday that is to be about love and thanksgiving doesn't quite turn out as we had expected. I must admit it's terribly disappointing when you want everyone to just enjoy each other, eat, drink and be merry. Funny thing is, I think we all feel this way. We just want it to be right and somehow it isn't and this is precisely an expectation we all carry to our family gatherings each holiday.

Gobbling the goodness leftover from the day.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Peace,

C

Different heartbeats

I have found myself lately wondering what genre my music falls into. The more I try to figure it out, the more that stress nerve bulges out of my forehead (I don't really have one there...just figuratively speaking I suppose). Anyway, I sometimes wish I had just one genre that I stuck to. It would make life easier wouldn't it?

Then again we'd all like to know we have options right? Who would want to be forced into anything? I know I wouldn't. In fact, it's moments when a decision is made for me, I stubbornly turn the other way. So basically Casie, you should be very pleased to know that your options are very free and open and you aren't tied down to anything. Time is too short to be tied down to anything. Keep on walking friends.

The same songs,

play over again by

the musician.

He wants to be heard,

so he speaks the absurd

and maybe he'll win my heart.

The music, it reminds me of

a memory.

So I buy, play, gorge and bury

myself in its ambient lust.

Somewhere it speaks to someone.

To him it's gold,

to her, it's coal.

Music and Memory

from a musician's soul.

Night and sweet lullabies,

C