Deep violet, plum...whatever your favorite shade of purple, it is a color of richness. At one time, this 'richness' was literal as only the very wealthy could afford garments with the hue of the once difficult to obtain and expensive to produce dye. Have you noticed how your attention is drawn to a deep purple garment on an individual? One might conclude that even today, purple carries the subtle tones of wealth, royalty and even power.
As a child, I was driven into town to exchange purple sweaters given as gifts by my apparently more broad minded cousins. Then, I had no idea why. I liked them and would have been delighted to wear them. Now, I know it was my mother's attempt to not have me appear 'uppity'. Luckily, times have changed and so has purple's reputation. Purples are everywhere with it's smorgasbord of shades to choose from...indigo, plum, grape.
Our online Etsy shop The Dreamy Dahlia carries several items in purple and it's various shades. If you are a veritable purple enthusiast that won't be satisfied with a purple hat and scarf, you may want to visit The Purple Store.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Get It In Writing
We all have things that we may have done differently over the years. I would have treasured things that were handwritten more. I have lots of samples, but I let slip from my grasp hand written recipe books by my mother, the childish scrawl from my son's second grade school projects, letters exchanged with my now husband of almost 42 years from when he was in the Navy. One's handwriting is like a snowflake...so many are close in appearance, but no two are identical. While we savor for the day a hasty 'r u ok' text message from a loved one, we will treasure their personal handwriting for a lifetime.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Getting There Is Half The Fun
We've heard that expression probably all our lives. Some of us can identify with it saying "the trip is ALL the fun'! Other's might say the whole object is the destination itself. Relative to crafting, some of us enjoy the process while others enjoy the product. I'm a process person. I'll happily rip out twenty five rows of crochet just because I've spotted a stitch a ways back that I think is a little too loose. Identifying whether we are a process or product person can actually be a guiding force in our lives, helping us decide what makes us happiest.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Pretty Is As Pretty Does
This line from 14th century literature which was used extensively in Home Economics classes in the mid-1960s to teach us manners. Or mannerisms. What brought this to mind is feelings I have over reading that my grandchildren, at least a couple of them anyway, are looking for 'relationships' in life, not just one night stands. Or one week stands...whatever is the norm for 'stands' these days. I'm not sure they could define what is meant by a relationship. The definition of 'relationship' sure has changed over the last few decades. I think what they mean is that they are looking for validation. Someone to see that yet undiscovered by another human being specialness they have. Their wow factor. Remember The Partridge Family with Florence Henderson and Robert Reed? My son watched reruns of that show over and over in the early 80s. It's popularity along with other similiar shows was probably partly because the interpersonal relationships and the validation they gave one another. They talked out loud instead of sending each other typed messages. Each one was unique with their own voice, their own mannerisms, their own strengths and weaknesses. They each had their own wow factor. Texting, profane music, hooking up...how can my granddaughter's quirky sense of humor shine through this? Or my grandson's sensitivity in one on one situations? As a politician said "never let a crisis go to waste". This inability for the unique personality to shine through in today environment is definitely a crisis I think. Younger people are feeling it. I hope they don't let it go to waste and that they find a solution. I hope they realize that "pretty is as pretty does" and everyone is still looking for it even if they don't know it. Wow.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Learning New Stuff
Today I was on a crochet site reading how much the addition of diagrams has helped those who crochet and have dyslexia. Dyslexia is defined as a learning disability. This first got me thinking about how lucky those with dyslexia are to have the addition of diagrams to work from. Then, I started to think about if crochet was first presented in ONLY diagrams. I would not be a crocheter! I don't get diagrams, I get the printed pattern. From my understanding, diagrams look to me how the printed word looks to those with dyslexia. So, is my understanding of the printed pattern right and the addition of the stitch diagram, which appears to be added as an after thought, wrong? Actually, I think right and wrong depends on which foot the shoe is on. Or which way we first experience things in life. Maybe the old adage "if at first you don't succeed, try try again" has more meaning than on the surface. If at first we don't succeed, try try another method. Diagrams, maybe...
Monday, August 8, 2011
Not My Cup Of Tea
Maybe the title of this blog is misleading. It isn't about tea at all. It is about what is being called 'interactive dining'. It goes like this...you go in this new restaurant, get a bowl and go down the line. While in this line we pick out our vegetable, our starch, our protein, and even our sauce. After that I don't know what we do with our bowl because they completely lost me at 'sauce'. When I go out to eat, I want things peaceful, relaxing with no challenges. I know things need to change and we need to keep them fresh and new! I'm all for it. I remember the first motel...yes, they called them motels back in the middle of the 20th century...that put a swimming pool out front. It was called 'The Colony Motel'. I just thought that was the coolest thing. I also remember the first McDonald's ever where I grew up. My dad drove us there. I was elected to stand in the long line of this fresh new idea of a restaurant with a list of what they wanted on their hamburgers. Hamburgers were 15c, cheeseburgers were 20c...no condiment choices. You get what you get and like it or go somewhere else. Unfortunately, there was no 'someplace else' to go to. I don't remember ever having to stand in line at McDonald's ever again. I guess my parents didn't like this new challenge of a restaurant. I wonder where I get that attitude.
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