I finished paying off the commercial sewing machine and brought it home. Then, I realized that I'm used to sewing on a huge table. For dealing with stitching the ends on yardage and stuff, a 20" deep table just isn't enough.Thanks to TJ and our tool shed, I was able to design and build exactly the table I want. In a larger space, it will butt up against the machine table. In this space, it sits at

Some days just don't turn out how you expected at all. Today was slated to be a routine day of food arrival and storage for a big gathering that starts tomorrow.On one trip, the driver saw a deer hanging out near the road, alive. On the way back, she was on the side of the road, dead. They brought the groceries home and went back to get her. She was still limp when they got there, and just had traces

I'm finally home. Between the stuff with my bio family, food poisoning and other stresses, it took me way longer than normal to find my bearings this time. It finally clicked today when I took time off from work to listen to the creek.And then I realized that, thanks to modern technology, I can give y'all a glimpse into this world. Here it is!

[My new, powerful machine]It's funny how things work. I stopped by to talk to Karen, the co-owner of Select Designs, a production sewing shop in Wolf Creek (and, incidentally, one of the few businesses in this tiny town.) I just wanted to ask if she had a source for used commercial sewing machines.Well, as it turns out, they are changing directions with their business and have some machines on hand

...or another version of the story at the very least...My best friend is great! He sent me a "kick in the pants" email yesterday on the topic of going to help my dad. It's exactly what I needed.You see, I am a very generous and forgiving person by nature. I want to help everybody and just be respected for who I am. When it comes to my family, though, I need to just let go of that. There are times when

The other day my grandmother sent a message: "Call about your Dad. URGENT!" Then I saw an email from my youngest brother.Uh-oh. I'm not close to my family, so two messages at once means it's serious...My dad was riding his motorcycle through Utah with a friend when a blinding sandstorm kicked up. As they were pulling off the road, a vehicle crossed the center line and hit them.I don't know about his