People are people so why should it be . . . you and I should get along so a-w-f-u-l-l-y

If you're looking for a cohesive essay, look elsewhere.

Because today is probably best described as a

Small Works Smattering,

or if you prefer,

Monday Melange.

First of all, although people are people,
purple is purple.

And this, class, is a BLUE Tootsie Pop wrapper.


But many thanks to all of you who have participated in this discussion (read: argument) and contributed your opinions. It has been enlightening and I have to admit that when I took the first wrapper (the purple one) to the paint aisle, it did seem awfully close to some of the blues and less close to the purples.

Did that change my stance? Absolutely not.
Because I don't give up that easily.

There are so many things besides eyesight
which figure into our perceptions.



And surely something as grapey-grape-grape-grape as a grape Tootsie Pop must come in a purple wrapper. No matter what it may look like on your computer monitor.

I'm just glad that all of us,
the blue people and the purple people,
can come together at Small Works in a spirit of bipartisan cooperation and talk about our differences. With no rude outbursts from the floor of the house.

Perhaps the thing I like best about the color of the blue wrapper (which was presented to me on behalf of some readers/family members) is how well it coordinates with the best treat from my Phoenix trip:



Although blogging has not transformed my life, nor has it landed me a book deal (and Meryl Streep has definitely not agreed to star . . . yet) it has yielded some benefits, the best of which must be the acquisition of several new friends.

While on vacation I was able to meet LuAnne over guacamole and she graciously presented me with this beautiful pillow, to which my poor photo skills do absolutely no justice. It is stunning, and I shall decorate my new studio space around it. Thanks, LuAnne!

Although the guacamole was mediocre, the company was marvelous and we had a swell time and found out we have much in common, some of which was quite weird and led me to suspect



we may be twins separated at birth. That makes me wonder how many other twins I have hiding out there in blogland, which in turn makes me determined to press on, even though blogging takes time away from work.

Luckily, I'm still managing to squeeze in stitching
from time to time.

In fact, there has been some additional birdly fun
in the studio of late:





I'm particularly fond of the green one, and am eager to start getting them in frames. My booth in Chicago this year is going to be full of surprises!

And speaking of surprises,
last but not least,

Hannah was hanging around the studio the other day and commented that she was "itching to stitch," so I handed her some of the plain scraps from the old quilt I was cutting birds from, some black perle cotton and a needle, and said "go to it!" and she whipped out this little number:



Upon seeing Frida emerge (no pencil, just drawing with her needle)
I had this reaction:



My kids scare me sometimes.

Who knew Hannah could stitch?

And who would even CONSIDER going at it
with no pattern whatsoever??!!

Go Hannah, Go! I can't wait to see what you do next.
Actually, I've been saying that most of Hannah's life.

And since my fancy new printer arrived this morning,
I can't wait to see what I do next.

(But I'm a little nervous!)

Maybe I should turn it over to Hannah
and see what she comes up with . . .