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Fab Fabrics Grand Opening

We are opening a new FabFabrics Store on Zazzle

I spent a lot of time sewing throughout my life. It was a mysterious satisfaction to take material and make it into a designer suit or dress or pair of pants.

I had great teachers. My first was a woman named Lydia, who came to our house to help my mother take care of my comatose nana. Missing my Nana, Lydia noticed and taught me how to make dresses for my dolls and potholders for my mom.

In high school, I took a sewing class with Sister Theresa Clare, (if my mind serves me). She taught us to sew with purpose, participating in a fashion show. We not only learned how to properly sew our seams and zippers, we learned how to walk like a model! I remember gracefully taking off my jacket to confidently show the beautiful inside lining. We were mighty proud.

After high school, I joined this sister’s convent in Los Gatos, CA. It was a challenging and transformingnexperience. Sewing was an undercurrent active skill. We were taught to sew all the skirts, bodices, capes and even head pieces, many times by hand, … again, ”properly”. Pieces were inspected by our superiors. If it did not meet high standards we were asked to tear out the stitches. and start again….. without complaint, mind you most all of the material was black wool.

Five and a half years later, I completed my life in the convent. I married a year-and-a-half later. A few months in our marriage, we bought a sewing machine from Montgomery Wards. We both worked but I found time to , make my husband shirts, pants and ties. I’ve always artistically thrived.

Soon, I was making maternity wear, then infant wear, then toddler wear. In fact, I made many of my son’s clothes until finally, in 5th grade, he pleaded with me to buy store bought. By then I was more than happy to comply. My husband and son joined a KungFu club and I made their kungFu clothes. I made ”Big Shot” ties for my husband when he became an Inhalation Therapist (today called a Respiratory Therapist). Sewing has always been a creative, peaceful, happy past-time for me.….and now I am rewarded with creating the designs for what we called yardage, some 50+ years ago.

The fun thing is that the fabric designs @Zazzle.com offers our customers a template to make any adjustment to the sizing or direction to the pattern design. If you like it as is, you just make your purchase, but if you are feeling like you want to collaborate and make it the way YOU want it, you hit the CUSTOMIZE button. Easy as that!

We have been so eager to show you what designs we have included ….. What do you think?

An Albino Deer Sighting

This morning, I awoke and felt like going upstairs. On the stairway I looked outside the windows and immediately saw our island’s white deer!

I’ve seen this deer before, but today was different. It was my special gift of the morning and I accepted it as so. How magical it all seemed to me.

After a bit of reading, I understand the chances of becoming an albino deer is 1 in 20,000. If you’re interested, you might want to read this. But I am also interested in the symbolism of animals interacting with me. And, even though I have seen this deer as I drove around the island on numerous occasions, this meeting was special. This deer appeared in my backyard and took its time to let me take a video. It was here for me, this I believe. (I slowed down the video a bit, so you could take a more relaxed look.)

So, what was the symbolism? I found interesting articles when searching white deer mythology. I know one thing, I am on another adventure and this deer on my hill has spurred me on the get out of my Pandemic coma and into a deeper spiritual quest. Here I go!

I have yet to draw or paint white deer, perhaps now I will be inspired to do so.

Celebrating Love

Listen to your emotions. Choose satisfying thoughts that arouse satisfying emotions…..then watch what happens.

Our life can be like one or numerous fun-loving, golden joyful roadtrips! Choose LOVE and see what a satisfying life you can have.

The Playhouse Collection:

Camano Island in January

When it’s cold outside and toasty in the car … when you are retired and your husband can’t easily get around … that’s when you can really appreciate a State Park!

This is Camano Island Park, our favorite! In the summer our grandsons love to swim and run along the beach. We arrived here in 1974 with a 2-year-old son, a Great Dane and a Springer Spaniel. We were 27!

The house we rented was across the street from the beach. When we moved in, there were no locks on the doors and we needed to put up a mailbox to get our mail. We had come from city life — Berkeley. It was a magical time!

Our son enjoyed turning over rocks to find baby crabs. We gathered the tiny rocks, shined them up and glued them on bottles, little boxes, … made lamp stands. These were glorious moments of family bliss. That year, Manny worked as an inhalation therapist in Everett and I groomed local poodles.

Ah-h memories. I apologize for taking you down memory lane. It happens a lot lately i can still feel the vibrations of those memories … just like I am there. Life is certaInly worth the ticket!

Today I’m working on placing some of these photos into a collection featuring this island on Zazzle. I look forward to finding more and more audiences who resonate with my visions Here are some products from this morning.