I’m going off the grid for a little while. Don’t feel much like writing or sharing. All’s well, I just want a little privacy. See you soon!
Growing up, our house was always full of music, whether it was playing LPs on the stereo or listening to my dad strum the guitar. With all that music, it’s no wonder I developed a love for it. I originally started playing the piano when I was 6, but didn’t have the dedication for practicing so my parents decided not to waste money on lessons until I was older. I played the violin for a couple of years before convincing my mom I was ready for the piano again. This time I loved it.
I played piano for several years before I started singing more seriously and taking voice lessons. The time and effort paid off as I was offered a small scholarship to Drury University to sing. After my senior year of high school, I left piano behind and devoted the next four years to singing. I have so many fond memories of my musical years at college.
Fast forward to now. Most of the singing I do is in the car and I haven’t touched a piano in a decade or more. Last fall I was visiting my dad and played a little on their keyboard, but I haven’t sat down and played a real song in ages. Just that little exposure last year made me realize how much I miss creating music.
I’ve been talking to my dad about buying a keyboard since we don’t have room for a full-size piano, but I keep dragging my feet. I’ve been micromanaging the purchasing process telling myself I shouldn’t spend the money on an instrument because I’m not even sure if I can play any more. Besides, I’m sure I’m not any good. I relayed my thoughts to my dad and he had this bit of wisdom for me: “A musical instrument is as good as a therapist.” Wow. I never thought of it that way, but he’s right. I remember sitting down at the piano for hours just to relax and challenge my brain. It was so therapeutic.
I’m still searching for a keyboard and have a couple of leads. One friend has a used one I’m hoping is affordable, otherwise, I’ll save my money for a new one. In the meantime, you can see me driving around town singing in my car!
Has it really been more than a month since I posted? Yes, it has and quite frankly I needed the break. December is always a whirlwind of activity both personally and professionally. It never ceases to amaze me the number of people who wait until the last possible minute to shop then want something custom made. I’m just glad to have the work.
From a business standpoint, December was great with a fantastic show and lots of special orders. My new steel line has sold well and I’m happy to report I have nothing in my inventory! Time to get to work.
The holidays were busy, stressful, fun, exciting and relaxing all at the same time. While I enjoyed time with the family, I’m happy to be back to my normal routine. I’ve had plenty of celebrating for a while.
I have several blog posts stewing in my head and I hope to get them out soon. Happy New Year, everyone!
A couple of months ago, a friend emailed me to discuss words she was tired of hearing or reading. Turns out she had spent most of the weekend watching HGTV and had heard “repurpose,” “pop,” “open concept,” “hip” and the like too many times. This started us on a string of emails and texts regarding words and phrases that have had their time. Here are a few we’ve decided should be retired:
Cougar – when referring to an older woman who is attracted to younger men, or is on the prowl.
________ Central – as in anyplace where there is an overabundance of something.
Ultimate or supreme anything.
Women who refer to their close friends as “bitches” and “hos.”
Then there’s the vast list of words that are mashups of two words or names. Today I was reading the Wall Street Journal and was irritated when I saw the words “swacket” (for sweater jacket) and “shacket” (for shirt jacket). Have we just become so lazy as a society that we can’t actually spell out people’s names or items any more? Mashups I’m tired of seeing are: Lob (long bob), Shootie (shoe bootie), Jorts (jean shorts)and Jeggings (jean leggings. Don’t even get me started on celebrity name mashups such as ScarJo for Scarlett Johanssen.
Somehow I feel I’m not alone here. Thoughts? If you want to talk to me or Steve, just refer to us as “Stammy” or Tameve.”
Has it really been almost a month since I posted? Time sure does fly when you’re having fun. Thanksgiving this year was different for us as we traveled to Des Moines to spend time with my sister and her family, rather than them traveling to Springfield. The traveling gods were on our side as we had good driving weather, no issues and time to come home and relax before the week began.
Steve and I left Wednesday around noon and arrived in Des Moines in time for dinner. As usual, we were greeted in the driveway by two excited little girls who were happy to see Uncle Steve and Aunt Tammy. Everyone should be greeted with such enthusiasm! Shortly after dinner, the girls went to bed and the grown-ups settled down for some music and wine. The weekend was off to a great start.
Thanksgiving Day we enjoyed coffee and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade before heading to Blair’s parents for dinner. Mary Kay and Everett live in a spacious condo on the West side of Des Moines so hosting dinner was not a problem. Blair’s aunts, Linda and Kaye, were also invited so it was a nice gathering of family. With temperatures nearing 70 degrees, the girls re-introduced us to the game Foursquare and we spent most of the time outside in a heated game. Julia is the athlete of the two and takes her playing seriously. She’s quick to tell you the rules and point out when you break them. Naturally, she’ll argue her case if you call her out on them! Lydia just wants to keep up with her older sister.
After lunch and several games, we took a long walk around the neighborhood. Mary Kaye and Everett’s subdivision has a nice park and miles of walking trails so we managed to work off a little bit of our delicious dinner. I was in the lead with MK and Kaye (the competitive one of the group) so I got to hear some family gossip.
As the day progressed, the weather started to turn cooler and the wind picked up. Once it was dark, we decided it was time to leave and begin the Christmas celebrations by taking the girls through Jolly Holiday Lights. This is a drive-thru light display that helps raise money for the Make-A -Wish Foundation. It’s really cheesy, but the girls love it. We think it’s more about the fact they get to climb around in the car rather than actually seeing the lights.
Friday we had decided not to contribute to the morning madness of Black Friday, but went to the DM Art Center instead. While I conducted some business in the gift shop, Steve took the girls around the museum, which is really impressive. After lunch, the boys went one way and the girls went to the mall (really) so Ralph could get the little ones new shoes. Yes, it was nuts, but we scored a great parking place and managed to get new shoes for the kiddos without any issues.
Friday night was for the adults. We went to a great downtown restaurant called Centro and had pizza and wine. Then our “dessert” was fancy cocktails at another place before we headed home early. Tearing up the town was not on our agenda. *Sigh* I think we’re getting old!
Saturday, the Smith family had a lot of things on their social agenda so Steve and I took off around 11 a.m. We made two stops at local resale shops where I snagged a new Kate Spade handbag for only $58. Then it was time to say goodbye to DM and head for home.
As always, I spent Thanksgiving being thankful for my wonderful family and friends, thinking of those who were no longer with us and counting the many blessings in my life.
When I arrive at work tomorrow, the store will be decorated for Christmas. I understand in most of the retail world, it’s time to gear up for Christmas, but I just started enjoying fall. Heck, the weather has hardly been cool enough to even feel like fall, and now I’m supposed to gear up for Christmas? Stop this ride, I want to get off.
I know we need to start pushing our customers to shop for Christmas, but I want to enjoy a little fall right now. I just got my mums out (and they’re already dying, poor things), I’ve barely had time to wear my boots from last year and I haven’t even had a day cold enough to get out wool sweaters.
I was at the mall on Sunday and noticed the music had already been changed to Christmas. Geez, give me time to ease into the season! I want another couple of weeks to enjoy fall and Thanksgiving! I want frost in the morning, pumpkins decorating my home and weekends free of obligations! I guess I want what everyone wants – time. However, reality tells me that I live in the present and the holidays are upon me. So, I’ll go with the flow, attempt to enjoy the Christmas decorations tomorrow when I arrive at work and prepare for the season. In the meantime, let’s not forget Thanksgiving and all we have to be thankful for.
Losing a pet is always tough, and Littles left some big paws to fill. We knew we’d eventually get another cat but didn’t know when the time would be right. Tidbit needs companionship since we’re gone during the day so we started looking shortly after we lost Littles. A trip to Petsmart to visit the cats/kittens from local no kill shelters was good, but we didn’t bond with any of them. The next week, my father-in-law, Pete, was playing on the local Humane Society website and found a cat he thought looked really good so he sent us the link.
“Amy” was a pretty cat, that’s for sure, but we still weren’t convinced it was time to take the leap into new cat ownership. Frankly, I’ve been nervous about how Tidbit would react since he tends to be a jerk. Steve was convinced we needed a kitty but I wasn’t sure we were up to the challenge of all that energy. Saturday, we left the house thinking we’d have a day to ourselves. The first stop was lunch at That Lebanese Place, a food truck we’d heard rave reviews about. The reviewers weren’t lying; we’ll return! Between bites, we decided to take a trip to the Humane Society “just to look.” Yeah, right.
Upon entering, we were greeted by a gang of kittens named after playground equipment: Teeter-totter, Swingset, Merry-go-round and Slide. They were adorable. This was going to be tough. Pete and Diana met us there so we all went into the cat area to look around. I was immediately taken by an energetic little black kitty with white tufts coming out of her ears. She was ready for playtime! Steve was more cautious than I because I found myself bouncing from cage to cage holding out my fingers (despite signs telling me not to do that!). I was loving on an orange tabby, but knew we couldn’t have him because he was male and we needed a female. We got out a couple of cats, but none were a good fit.
Then we met Amy. She sure was pretty. Big blue eyes and gorgeous coloring. She was a little shy, but became lively and curious when we got her out of her cage. She plopped down and began purring when we scratched her ears. We were done, that’s for sure. Pete and Diana agreed she was a looker and quite a sweetie, but we wanted some one-on-one time with her, so we took her to a private room to bond.
That was it. The little girl was coming home with us. Pete and Steve took care of the paperwork while Diana and I perused the other “kids.” I wanted all of them. Monday, Amy had her spaying and I picked her up from the Humane Society after work. She was alert, but cautious. She’s currently residing in the guest room with her own bathroom, new food dish (of course), toys and all the room she needs to roam. She enjoys being under the bed, but has become more animated and outgoing in a short 24 hours. She’s a lover and we’re over the moon.
Her name will be changed because she’s not an “Amy.” I’ll keep you posted on her progress. Thanks to Pete and Diana for all their help in finding our new family member!
Last Friday, my new steel line debuted at Waverly House Gifts and Gallery. The opening night reception was a great success and I enjoyed spending time with the many friends and family who came to offer their support.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you may remember that I’ve been working all summer creating new pieces using steel, sterling and gold. It took me several months and a lot of experimenting, but I think I have found my design voice in this material. I’m loving the look I’m achieving with the mixture of metals.
Steel is great because it’s inexpensive and strong, but it’s dirty and takes more time and patience. In the end, I get a look I can’t quite achieve with silver. I also feel like I can experiment more with it since the cost of waste is much less than it would be in silver or gold.
If you missed the opening reception Friday, the show continues at Waverly House through October 27th. Stop by and see it if you have the chance. I don’t think you’ll regret it!
I’ve started this blog post in my head at least a dozen times over the last few days, but I just don’t know where to begin. Please excuse the writing and choppy thought process.
Last Saturday, I was beginning my day with a cup of coffee when I message popped up on my computer screen from a friend asking if I’d heard about another friend, John Lambert. I hadn’t heard anything but alarm bells went off in my head. John, his three children and a family friend had all died in a tragic plane accident early Saturday morning. I was shocked.
I knew John and his oldest son Grayson, from the gym. John was the kind of guy who would light up the room with his smile. Cliche, I know, but very true. We used to joke that John was the only person who could make me smile on a Monday morning. I watched Grayson go from an adorable child to a sweet young man. I met John’s other children, McKinley and Joshua, and found them to be as bright and energetic as their father.
John had been dealing with some personal stresses over the past year, but you’d never know it to talk to him. Even when we had a serious conversation, John would end it with a smile and tell me everything was going to be ok. He always asked about “my man” and made sure I told Steve he said hello.
John, you and your family have touched so many lives and we will never be the same. I’m just glad I had the privilege of knowing you for the few short years that I did. May God welcome you into heaven. I know it’s a happier place with your bright smile and positive attitude.
Marriage is work, that’s not news. The best relationships, whether they’re marriages or great friendships, take work from both people to make them successful. In a long-term marriage, sometimes you’re the strong one and sometimes you’re weak. Usually, both people aren’t weak or strong at the same time. Unfortunately, Steve and I have been a little weak lately and it’s been hard to prop up the other person.
Fortunately, this is temporary and we know it. We’ve both been stressed at work and have brought it home. The three-day weekend was good, but unfortunately, we have several other house-related issues to deal with.
Early last week, the speaker on my cell phone started sounding static-y. I thought it was everyone else’s phones, but soon discovered it was mine. We cleaned it out really well, but that didn’t solve the problem. Now, the volume has faded significantly. Good news is that Steve is traveling to Kansas City tomorrow and will take it to the Apple store for me. One problem solved.
Then, the hard drive on the computer quit. Kaput. Now, since I’m married to a tech wiz, he had installed Time Machine, a back-up system that saved everything from complete failure. Once Steve had assessed the situation, he managed to set up a temporary solution with an external hard drive. Man, this guy is good! While not perfect (no back-up in place) it will suffice until he can buy the new hard drive and install it. Second problem temporarily solved.
Last night, I went to feed the cats and discovered the drain in the basement was overflowing. The sump pump wasn’t working. Steve first checked the breaker, then jiggled the pump to see if it was stuck. It made noise, but didn’t pump. We suspected a rock from the bottom of the pump area had been sucked into the pump, gotten stuck and the motor burned out. Grrr. Luckily, Lowe’s was still open and Steve had some birthday gift certificates he was willing to use for a new pump. He got home around 9:45 p.m. and proceeded to do the install. Of course, he accidentally bought the wrong size connectors. Good news is that we have something in place temporarily until he can make the exchange and finish it tonight. Third problem to be solved today.
So while things have been stressful and machines keep breaking, at least I’m married to a guy who knows how to fix the problems. Thanks Steve, for being my husband, my best friend and my handyman. I love you!