A peace-full pause

I really did intend to stitch peace pins when we went to Santa Fe this past week …

but we were having too much fun with Meg and Meliss, who took us on a 70th birthday celebration trip for Don …

Turns out the house Don found for us to stay at was once owned by country music singer Randy Travis (now owned by his ex). It was beautifully decorated, and inspired me to walk around taking pictures of all the hand-painted gourds (many of them signed) and funky doors …

And of course we soaked up the wonders at some of our favorite galleries (after asking permission to photograph of course) …

Although no art can begin to hold a candle to the wonders of the land and the high desert sky …

So now I’ll bask in peace-full memories of a golden interlude whilst putting needle to cloth … hoping to leave a little bit of New Mexico enchantment in every stitch.

P.S. Look what just popped up on Facebook …

To a learn more about the peace pin project and request your own (free) peace pin, click on this link.

Golden

What follows is an excerpt of a post written 15 years ago to commemorate the 35th anniversary of our first date. If you link to the full post, you’ll find it is followed by one that serendipitously mentions Barry and Fiona’s peace project. And if you’re curious, this link to the 40th anniversary of our first date includes pictures of our then 18 and 20 year old selves.

So it is that today marks 50 golden years since the day we met … and it still seems like yesterday.

I awoke at dawn to find this treasure awaiting me …

and perhaps we’ll add a picture of our autumn selves as we celebrate tonight at Uchi.

Life is so wonderfully good.

Gifted

After my parents both passed away (my mom in 2008 and my dad in 2012) my brother and I divided their estate. Of course, there were some things we both wanted. Fortunately, both of us got more than everything we needed. So long story short, it worked out.

Except … there was one painting in my parents’ Shelter Island house that I loved …

It was painted by Rufus Coes and probably purchased shortly after Don and I married, judging by this 1978 article recently found by my sister-in-law …

I confess I was saddened when I learned that my brother had passed the painting on to his son …

But then it occurred to me that I have a painter in the house. So I asked Don if he could paint his own version …

and good man that he is, he did 💕