Flypaper thoughts Valentine’s Day version

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

A Campsite of Culprits

” 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?