Fabric Design

Ok, here's my latest obsession: Fabric Design.

I resigned from my job in early March. New manager - guy - with no sewing experience was making life miserable for a lot of the ladies. After dismantling most of the processes (how things had been done), and complaining about my time in the office (trying to catch up the loads of paperwork) - I decided it was time to let him learn to swim on his own. (They weren't paying me enough to train him and everyone else.)

I am working on teaching some sewing classes there, if I can ever iron out the details with the mgr.

So, as a woman with options, I have been exploring my creative side. Sewing, writing, cleaning (oops - organizing), and playing on the computer.

I always wanted to try my hand at fabric design. . .so here ya go! (most of my experiments haven't been made public yet, but if you have a notion to design: Check it out. . .

http://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/sandie'sfacinations


Additionally, I will add a pic of my newest sweetie cat: Lady Catherine

Pondering my age

Okay - so I published a few posts that have been sitting on my list for nearly a year.

I have been enjoying my 3 daughter's this holiday season. Can't believe "the baby" with be 21 years old in Feb '09. In her 3rd year at University of Idaho. Middle daughter a senior at Idaho State, and their oldest sister, also attending ISU.

Me? I'm Assistant Manager at the fabric store again, after an eight week stint as "acting manager" - much nicer to be supporting someone who has all the responsibility. . .Wait - - -I'm doing most of the work while he's in training. Having a blast.

I had foot problems last year - broke a couple of bones, but now doing well for my age. Hate to admit it, but I will enter the Senior citizen category on my next birthday (this month).

Don't act my age, so no one believes me at work. If they'd look closely, they could see the tell-tale signs under my chin. . .

A couple of summers ago, I took ballet for the first time. I always wanted to be a dancer. . .
However, my ballet career didn't last long, and now you can see why. . .

The Post I NEVER Wanted to Write

Dated 4/28/08



It is amazing how perusing my yearbooks brings back memories of my teen years. Coupled with scanning photos of my Mom before she got sick, made the memories take a twisted turn. Some things you don't want to remember. . .cause the truth still hurts.



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In High School, one of my classmates made a comment about one of her worst photos, "It's a face only a mother could love." I wasn't sure what she meant. I mean the picture was BAD. Would a mother love a face like that???

I didn't understand what a comment like that could mean, because I didn't have such a face.







The fact is, my mother didn't like me. Oh, she loved me because I was her child - but she didn't like me, and made great efforts to demonstrate that fact. When your mom doesn't like you - it can feel like she doesn't love you, either.

Side note

Most of you missed my "Worst Date Ever" I squeaked it in behind "Family Favorite" and dated it Feb 29th.