Archives for September 2012


I’m so happy I don’t have to sleep on a straw-stuffed mattress.

The best view in the house is on the top bunk.  Glowing cylinders are courtesy of my brother.  I love them.

A Reupholstered Bench

It seems that everyone thinks that the new bench was made just for them.

And that is fine by me.  It is my greatest joy that others enjoy the fruits of my labor.  Actually, this could very well be the “bench that bloggers built.”  I bought it from Dayka, Sherry suggested the Schumacher fabric, and I scuttled it off to the upholsterer.  I love a group effort.  Oh, and my youngest says it’s a dandy place to build a fort, and don’t forget the light saber.

(Check out Dayka’s blog above for the before–I had the upholsterer rework the frame a little to make it less “leggy” and he did a semi-attached cushion on top.)

Starry, Starry Night & Other Wonders | Sardinia

There is not one star photo in this post.  Unless you count the sun, which is a star, really, really close, that shone on us with reckless abandon in Sardinia and nary a cloud to diminish its effect.

Isn’t it a shame the efforts we city dwellers must take to view a night sky heavy laden with stars?  I’ve craved it something fierce for a while, and I had to go all the way to a mountain town in the middle of the Mediterranean for satisfaction.  I’ve needed to feel that wonder, flipping my neck back to gaze at what looks like the throne of God.  And then there above the silhouetted limestone mountain were two shooting stars.  I like it when God goes the extra mile to make a good moment spectacular.

And there were other wonders like magical seaside grottos with the most delicate lacy formations, stalagmites, and stalactites–designed to take my breath away.  Goats with bells skipping up precipice…

….caves on the beach that would even make a thirty-something woman dream of pirates and sirens and gold and treasure…

But wonders of all wonders was the blue under that shining sun.  That blue, shifting and myriad in hue, that blue that made me want to cry because my eyes could not register it all no matter how much I looked and focused and tried to identify that blue is the streak of my hair, the blue of my son’s eyes, a swath that is the green of spring grass, and mysterious blue that laps at ancient sailors and stories, that Mediterranean blue…

Floating out there with my one and only begged me to wonder, how can we arrange to do this all the time?

Somehow the week wasn’t long enough.  It is hard to get one’s fill of leisure; but surprisingly it is easy to get one’s fill of pizza and pasta.  But I would have eaten twenty more straight meals of curlurgiones to have more time to explore the beaches and trails.

There were discoveries around every corner–or pile of volcanic rock, in this case.  Hmm, I wonder what that means?  An Italian cognate?  I wonder.

And there I was hours on a plane heading home, thinking I had left wonders behind, when I looked out the window at just the right moment.  There below me in the Atlantic was an enormous iceberg off the coast of Greenland.  I looked until it passed from view–and that blue.  That blue that veils the ice below the water’s surface, that exotic frigid blue…

Spotted in Europe: Stripes

[Geneva, Switzerland]

[Cala Luna, Sardinia]

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