Luxurious Mix and Match Hand Made and Dyed Silks

My newest and most ardent passion is silk. Touching, feeling, sewing, shaping and then adding color to the lush fabric puts a huge smile on my face that turns to giggles and laughter.

Here is some of my latest work:

Emerald Blue kimono floor lengthHand made Emerald Blue Kimono, floor length with Shibori technique on collar and sleeves.

Emerald camisole blue Thai pantsEmerald camisole and hand made Thai pants.

Gutta silver outline blue scarf with treesHand painted silk scarf.

Shibori technique carribbean blue scarfHand dyed blue scarf with Shibori technique.

All pieces are to mix and match for an incredible luxurious look and feel.

 

Show Piece on the Dance Floor

My father whom I admired with all my heart said that, “A man takes a woman to the dance floor and she becomes his show-piece. He does not overcome her with his presence but shows off her beauty and charm. He shows her off.”

When I saw Easy Virtue, I thought of my wonderful father and his poignant thoughts on the subject. As a man from Egypt, one would not think he was so progressive and avant-garde. But he was. When he died, I was heart-broken. He left me with thoughts and ideas to last me till the day I die.

People have suggested that I walk well in high heels. Non other than my father is responsible for that also. When he saw me walking like a new born giraffe, he took it upon himself to spend some evenings with me. He placed a book on my head and watched me walk back and forth in the living room till I managed to step properly.

“If you cannot walk in the damn shoes, don’t wear them,” he said several times, smiling and indulging me.

I also indulged him and followed his direction. Though small in stature, he was large in spirit and heart. No one else took the time but my father taught me to Tango, Rumba, Samba and Waltz.

This dance is for my father whom I loved.

Laying Down of Your Life

Before you consider laying your life down for your fellow man, consider laying yourself down daily in the small things of life.

Our need to be first overrides our sensibilities resulting in the small infractions of life. Stepping aside for someone on the same small sidewalk or pavement instead of fighting for the narrow space could be one.

Walking behind a car at the light instead of in front of it, could save the driver time wasted, waiting for you to cross on foot in front of the car. It might delay you two seconds but it gives you the opportunity to allow someone the advantage over you for a few seconds.

When standing in line and searching for your money, you could step aside for the next person who is ready with wallet and cash. It might hinder your progress but it is worth setting someone ahead to curb your need to be first.

Small things, daily encounters in life are the practice grounds for the laying down of your life if it ever comes up. One baby step at a time.

The Coming of Spring in Oils

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One of the most beautiful things my husband and I have done over the years is travel the West Coast, take photographs and then paint them. On one such trip, we came across a melting area that was obviously covered with snow earlier and it left us breathless. Here is my rendition of such an event. Join me in enjoying the view.

Joshua Tree Spooky or Lovely?

When you come into Joshua Tree National Park it may not seem interesting or different. But once you enter the gates and you see the structures and the plant life, it will take your breath away that such strangeness exists. Life and death are so close at hand here. It starts off benign enough then transforms to these weird rock formations and plant life.

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Ravi Zacharias tells the Story of Andre Stamos

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“In 1945, at the age of 20, he was captured by the Soviets and incarcerated. After some years of imprisonment, he was believed to have gone insane and, therefore, was transferred to a psychiatric ward in solitary confinement, 300 miles outside of Moscow. In 2000, when the Russians were trying to empty out their prisons and psychiatric wards, they brought a Hungarian psychiatrist to examine this man.

The psychiatrist examined Stamos for a few hours and concluded, “This man is not insane. In fact, it is you who are driving him insane. He is not talking nonsense. Rather, he is speaking a rare dialect of Hungarian.” As soon as he was released, the first thing Stamos asked to see was a mirror. He had not seen himself for 55 years; he had been 20 years old when he last saw his face. Now at 75, he looked at the mirror, put his face in his hands, and sobbed uncontrollably like a little baby, because of what had happened to him. To go through most of life without knowing what you look like is nearly unimaginable to us Americans. “

 

Our simple freedom of looking in the mirror to see our face should not be taken for granted. Our ability to pick up the Bible and read the word of God should not be taken for granted. Life is nothing without following the Lord.

Soaring Higher to do the Best She Could

George Shinn in 1875 was summoned once at midnight to the bedside of an old woman who lived by herself without much in the way of either money or friends and was dying. She managed to convey that she wanted some other woman to come stay with her for such time as might have left, so George Shinn and the old woman’s doctor struck out in the darkness to try to dig one up for her.

It sounds like a parable the way it is told and I am inclined to believe that if someone were ever to tell the tory of your lives and mine, they also would sound more like parables than we ordinarily suppose.

They knocked at doors and threw pebbles at second story windows. One woman said she couldn’t come because she had children. Another said she simply wouldn’t know what to do, what to be, in a crisis like that. Another was suspicious of two men prowling the night and wouldn’t even talk to them.

But finally, as the memoir of Dr. Shinn puts it, in the prose of another age,

“They rapped at the humble door of an Irish woman, the mother of a brood of children. She put her head out of the window.

‘Who’s there?’ she said. ‘And what can you want at this time of night?’ “

They tell her the situation.

“Her warm Irish heart could not resist.

‘Will you come?’

‘Sure I’ll come and I’ll do the best I can.’

“And she did come,” accounts Dr. Shinn. “She did the best she could.”

 

Excerpt from: “Listening to Your Life” by Frederick Buechner for December 4th.

Fence on the Beach

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