For new readers I should explain. Flypaper thoughts are a transfer from my old long running sewing blog. In them, I put the thoughts that pass through my head in no particular order.
And here we go
I took a pause Honestly what a crazy couple of years And at the end of it some insane maniac decides to play around with a world war I mean most of us just want to walk the dog In the middle of this my 94 year old mom moved into assisted living There’s too many old people here Nice apartment and she is safer but divesting a lifetime of stuff has been interesting I have fabric I bought to make you a dress in 1972 Do you want it? But so many bright spots So happy with my writing Finished my first novel and sending it out to edits Very light but really I am not that deep So it’s a good match Main objective was to make myself laugh Also getting a small sewing book ready Think I am going to keep writing those in short versions Old dog has had the rest of her teeth out mostly And is now officially deaf Never been better Her life revolves around the cat Jumping around and playing with her Grooming her and sleeping with her It is a miracle This old puppy mill mom has a baby back Who would have thought this tiny rescue barn kitten Would come in at the senior years of an old dog’s life And heal her Complete her When Daisy goes out The cat watches from the window and cries until she comes back in The little stuff in life is actually the big stuff Send that message to Europe Visited my sons in the US Just made avocado toast with chilli oil for breakfast Yes I was in California Wait my 3 year old granddaughter said when I was leaving I have a present for you A small pom pom and two goggly eyes Just what I wanted Went to Austin Texas to see another son Volunteered while I was there at a creative recycle place Spent a morning measuring and bundling fabric donations Do you know what a selvedge edge is? Yes I do My mother saved our Barbie dolls And knitted outfits made by an elderly aunt About the only things that could fit on those bodies Mohair stoles Got a tattoo in Austin Of course Was drinking natural wine in a garden with my son and ran into a tattoo artist Let’s do it she said So I did Tiny The initials of my children and grandchildren on my wrist So I can see them when I work I almost wanted to tell her that when I was young My dad and his friends thought pierced ears where “cheap” I had a friend whose parents wouldn’t let her wear “silk stockings” until high school But pretty sure that a wine bar in Austin was not a place where they would get that But you smile to yourself And think you should put this in a book
Hello my readers, both new and those who have followed me here from my now retired, but still available, sewing blog. Here is a personal update.
Well what do you know? I have cancelled three flights in the last year to see my boys in the US But was there in the fall and be back in the spring Honestly That’s all there is to say about that So where have I been? Sewing for family all over the place and sending it out Question Packing tape You know I think if they can figure out a way to find the end of tape on a roll That person should get a Noble Prize Also been writing When you can’t go anywhere in your body you might as well go somewhere in your head Getting better at it I hope Takes time Things happen like a character showed up the other night Where did this guy come from? Not sure if I trust him A hurdle for me is the bad stuff I am personally not a murderer But I am discovering my past life working with politicians is helpful Best things of this year Got to say it is this cat A rescue we got on a whim Also because one night when I was along four mice ran across the floor They are long gone My old damaged rescue dog Daisy Freed from the puppy mill And I am sure friendless most of her life Has bonded to this cat They play every night, sleep together, groom each other When a miracle happens in your living room You really have to pay attention Down the street from me there is a giant magnolia tree in someone’s yard What business does an extravagant magnolia have to do living in Nova Scotia? When it blooms we can’t believe it Does it know where it is? The other day I was walking in the ice and snow and wondering when it would all end I walked by that tree and noticed that it was covered in buds Grey fuzzy bundles on its bare branches, like Pussy Willows Is it supposed to do that? But then I thought That tree is adapting and it remembers That the flowers of last summer Are coming back this year I mailed my last two packages yesterday A pair of pants to one sister ‘And four tops to another Dropped off a cardigan to a granddaughter Today I am going to see why this character showed up And write a description Of a press secretary who once yelled at me in a hall, backed me up to a wall He might finally get what he deserves today And he’ll never know In my breaks I am going to start my summer sewing For myself Because when it comes I need something new to wear
” Made in the woods” a story about a traveling dressmaker visiting Austin Texas is included in this anthology
As I work on my first series, I have continued to write for anthologies. I find working with other authors a great way to test out my characters and my locations. My story for this one, “Made in the Woods” is set in Austin, Texas. We have a son there and have visited the wonderful McKinney State Park, a few miles out of town, many times in our RV. Austin is such a cool spot. I miss it. When the pandemic we don’t need to talk about is over, we will be back. In the meantime I am doing my traveling in my stories.
This one was particularly interesting for me as it allowed me to revisit a time, many, many years ago when one of my sisters and I made wedding dresses. It was a short-lived venture, and one that ended dramatically. I will never forget the morning we arrived at a big house to deliver dresses for the bride, bridesmaid, flower girl, and grandmother of the bride and we were nearly knocked off the front step by the groom as he shot out through the door, having just called the entire wedding off.
Nothing like that happens in this story, but plenty of other things do.
Here’s a preview:
What’s a traveling bridal dressmaker to do when her dresses and place of business go missing?
Not anyone can run a bridal dressmaking business from a campground picnic table but Hazel Rollings does just that. The question is, can she solve a mystery too? With her business, her family’s reputation, and a wedding on the line she has to. Can this seamstress from Nova Scotia find her way around Austin Texas fast enough to solve a crime or will a clever opponent force her to pack up her scissors and thread and head back home in defeat?