Family, the Original "F" Word

I didn't write my title. I wish I had. It was written by a good friend Skye Alexander who moved from Rockport to Texas. I used to be able to walk to her house. It is a great line and brings me to the topic which is on my mind- tomorrows' holiday. It seem that starting on Thanksgiving and for the month after, the volume of all of my emotions is turned up. The concept of a "normal" day is out the window. Because I am selling my jewelry the next month is a time of reckoning or should I say "wreckening". Every year I make small changes toward making things less stressful. By the time I am 86 things should be hunky dory. But back to tomorrow and family. I am going to my Dad's house. It will be a small group which I like. But being with my family is like walking across a mine field. My Mother died over 5 years ago and it was her personality that set the tone for the family. I am sure her paranoia and anixiety would be diagnosed as something today, but they created an envoirnment that didn't foster trust which is a stepping stone to love. I am sad for her that she never was able to relax and enjoy herself. And tomorrow I will be sure to be in the moment and not react with childhood patterns learned long ago.
Ah, I feel better.
I wish you all a peaceful holiday.
Leslie

Losing my Blogger Virginity

I have wanted to do this for a long time. Something always got in the way. I have friends and people I have never met whose blogs I read regularly. I have even developed the habit of thinking about something and musing what an interesting blog topic it would make. And, of course, there are those topics that I wonder how it would be to write about on such a public platform. So the time has come (and gone a few times) to just jump in and let the chips and comments fall where they may.

I would be interested in hearing from (finally) fellow bloggers about their experiences and how they may have differed from what was expected. In the times to come I expect to focus on my creative ventures, But how can I talk about that part of me and not include the emotions behind the creations?

I have a housemate who will post from time to time and we both are fond of all things fiber. My house is across the street from Folly Cove. Hence the name of the blog.

And, as they say at the Rockport dump ( I swear it's true), come back soon.

Leslie