Followers of Wordsfromanneli, please indulge me one more time. I know that some of you are aware of my second blog which I dedicate to books, authors, and writing, but in case you don’t know about my annelisplace blog, please come visit and if you are interested, follow me there as well. https://annelisplace.wordpress.com/
One of my favourite writers, Darlene Jones (yes, she’s the one on the camel) has just completed another book, “Whispers Under the Baobab.” It is a stand-alone sequel to her previous publication, “When the Sun was Mine.” In this sequel, the setting goes back and forth in time. We are taken from the U.S. to Africa and back, to events that happened earlier in the life of award-winning journalist, Flo McAllister. When she died, Flo left a mystery behind. The story evolves as we try to decode her secret notes.
I’d like to share the author’s thoughts with you here. Welcome Darlene. What can you tell us about your new book, “Whispers Under the Baobab”?
It’s always exciting when “the book” is finally edited, formatted, and published. Holding the print copy in your hands never fails to make your heart beat a little faster. You’ve done it.
Did you ever do something really stupid that made you wonder if old age is setting in early? I did! Today! I think I’m losing it!
We have a lot of windows in our house and they were in dire need of a cleaning after a winter of storms. I had been cleaning a few at a time over the last week, using a spray bottle of Windex, paper towels, and sometimes a squeegee.
Today I had a lot of things on my “To Do” list, so I rushed to get started. I grabbed the Windex and the paper towels and started on the living room windows.
I was surprised how much of a film remained on the window pane after I sprayed them and wiped them with the paper towel. I put it down to having neglected the job for too long, and rubbed harder with the towel so the panes finally came out clear. Emma’s nose prints on the glass didn’t help any. She likes to stick her nose into the window pane when she sees birds or rabbits in the yard outside.
In case you’re wondering why I have a photo of two spray bottles, it’s to show how similar the Windex bottle is to the one I accidentally grabbed in its place.
I had been cleaning my windows with Febreze! No wonder the panes were a bit filmy. But at least there is no doggie smell anywhere near the windows.
It’s easy enough to grab the wrong bottle when you’re in a hurry and don’t have your glasses on. The Captain says I’d never be able to get a job as a caregiver. I’d have the residents keeling over from getting the wrong medicine.
I promised I would share what we made at the quilting retreat. I’m very much a beginning quilter, so I hesitate to show what I was working on. But the saying goes, “Save the best for last,” so I thought I’d start with my own project(s) and work up to what some of the experts sewed in another post.
I still have plenty of scraps to work with so I brought the cut out squares and strips with me to the retreat. I only broke two needles this time, sewing through the heavy layers in the corner seams. Less than one needle per bag. Getting better!
Future bags may be a variation of these, maybe with squares on the bottom too. Not sure yet.
What are they good for? In my case, I use one of these bags as a purse because they hold a lot (of my important junk). Most other people might use them to carry books to their book club meeting, carry slippers to a friend’s house when they go to dinner and want to change shoes, carry a camera and a notebook for a hike or photo outing, carry a sandwich and a bottle of water — the list is endless. It just depends on your lifestyle and special needs and hobbies.
Some people at the retreat made much fancier bags than these and it got me thinking about finding new designs for my next bags.
Meanwhile, I made the top layers of two coffee table “runners.” I’ll do a post about those when I get the batting and backing on them and finish quilting the layers together.
In the next post I hope to show you some of the projects the expert quilters worked on. Their sewing skills are amazing.
Next week, I hope to tell you all about the quilting retreat I will be attending this weekend. There was a time (long ago, now) when I would never have considered spending a weekend sitting around, sewing with a bunch of old ladies.
We get wiser with age, and now that I’m one of “the old ladies” I don’t feel all that old at all, and I’ve come to realize that, even though I’m an amateur quilter, there is great satisfaction in creating something original and possibly even useful.
Today I’ve packed my threads, fabrics, rotary cutter, and my wonderful Bernina sewing machine. I’ll be bringing along material to make another quilt similar to the one in the photo below, which I made last June for the guest bed, only this time I’ll make a bigger one for my own bed.
I’m looking forward to being away from the usual housekeeping duties for three whole days. I’ll miss the Captain and the dogs, but with any luck they’ll miss me too and be happy to see me after the weekend.
If my sewing comes together, I may share my creations with you next week.
My guest today is Joe Eliseon. He is looking at you over his glasses because he wants to make direct eye contact with you, dear readers, as he is about to share his interesting history with you.
The well-seasoned old codger looked at me sideways, stroking his clean-shaven chin. “You know, if we hire you, you’ll be the only lawyer in the firm with a beard.”
“What is it?” I asked. “Some sort of hormonal problem?”
Honest to God, I thought it was something in the water.
Times have changed since I was in law school, interviewing for jobs. I grew my beard back then, wanting to do something women couldn’t do, at least not well. Recruiters described a law firm as “casual” and “relaxed” if they allowed you to take off your suit coat on a hot day. The constant, staccato beat of secretaries’ typewriters told the partners they were making money. Big…