I love October. Here in south Louisiana, we get many days of low humidity and bright sunshine in October. While we only have a few deciduous trees around here, the few we have are beautiful. Witness this cypress tree.
This beauty is in City Park. I’ve tried to match this warm, orangish brown color for quilts, but I’ve not found anything that’s just right.
Another reason I love October is because September 23 through October 24 is the sign for Libras. Some of my favorite people are Libras. Often when I feel surprisingly connected to someone at first meeting, I discover that they are Libras.
And the last reason why I love October is that it’s my birthday month, too. Next week, the 15th, is my birthday.
Today is the DAY. My novella, THE RED HALTER TOP, is out – available on Amazon. Whoopee, Dancing and Singing.
In the meantime, Spring is almost over in New Orleans. Azalea bushes are finished and returning to big, boring bushes that now need to be trimmed. The one overhanging my driveway especially.
French Quarter Fest starts tomorrow–a three-day food, music and drinking festival on the streets of the Quarter. Here’s a link, if you’re interested: http://www.fqfi.org/frenchquarterfest/ But the bad news is that strong thunderstorms and rain are predicted for this afternoon and into tomorrow. Bummer.
The biggest Spring festival is Jazz Fest – http://www.nojazzfest.com/ This is a ten-day long outdoor festival held at the Fair Grounds, a race track about five blocks from my house. I used to live even closer, and these two weekends tie up the parking, congest the traffic, and from my porch I can hear the sounds of the festival, but not any one musician. There are dozens of stages, big star performers, and it seems like hundreds of food booths and juried crafts for sale. You can’t just show up and try to sell your handicrafts or food. You have to submit samples for their approval. Hopefully, the weather will be better for Jazz Fest. But except for shutting down the huge music stages with all the electrical sound equipment, thunderstorms don’t seem to deter the crowds. See more details here:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Orleans_Jazz_%26_Heritage_Festival . Besides the threats of thunderstorms, the other warning about Jazz Fest is that by the end of April, we’re into summertime. It’s very hot and humid.
So after promoting my novella and promoting New Orleans, I am happy to report that I started a new story as soon as I finished that blog about what to do next. https://aliceakemp.com/2013/03/26/how-do-you-decide/. I opened a folder I’d set up labeled “New Ideas” and guess what I found inside? I laughed out loud. There was only one sticky note with a phrase I’d written down from something I read. The phrase was “He loved the taste of her mouth.” And a whole story opened in front of me – the title: “The Taste of Her” is a murder mystery where the bad guy seeks to lick the women he captures and kills. I’m nearly fifty pages into it and having a great time.
What goes on in the Spring where you live? What are you working on? I’m also finishing a quilt for my husband’s niece. Will post some pictures next time.
Have a beautiful day, and if you decide to buy my book and like it, give me a good review and tell your friends. If you don’t like it, please just tell me. (-:
If any of you are seamstresses, quilters, or otherwise engage in the needle arts, you’ve probably pricked your finger at one time or another. I did it today. The first time in I can remember ever. With my sewing machine, I am piecing a quilt for my husband’s niece. It’s a simple pattern – sewing strips together with assorted fabrics and then cutting them into squares.
But the *&$#@ machine unthreads itself when I start a new strip. I have to grab the end of the thread and tug out a couple inches more before starting. This afternoon I was grabbing the thread from under the needle when I accidentally dropped my foot on the foot pedal and POWIE. I jerked my finger away and managed to scratch a deep cut in the pad of my first finger, right hand. Pooey. I even bent the needle. But unlike Snow White, I didn’t fall into a coma waiting for a prince’s kiss to awaken me. Just had to get a bandaid to stop the bleeding before I bled on the fabric.
So advice to all you machine sewers – keep your foot off the pedal when fooling with the needle thread. DUH.
I guess my time had come. I’ve been sewing stuff since I was a kid. Took home ec in high school- Do they even teach that anymore?? I learned to make jackets and dresses and blouses for myself and my daughter–including bound button holes. Very proud of that skill.
But for the last ten years I’ve been making quilts – have done about 30 of them for all my family and my husband’s family. This one I’m working on now is the last one for family. Everybody has at least one quilt. I have 3 for my own bed.
The best thing about sewing is that you get to see a finished product (might take a while for a king-sized quilt), but if you persist, you have one finished. Writing and publishing is so much delayed gratification that by the time something’s in print or posted on line, you’ve nearly forgotten about it. I published research stuff as a sociologist when I was on the faculty at a university here – pubs showed up as much as a year or more after you’re finished. I’ve just recently gotten a contract offer for a short story that I wrote, and it’s probably going to be sometime late next year before it’s available. I promise you this quilt will be long finished before Mardi Gras in New Orleans. But I love it – writing and quilting — it’s a wonderful life.
Will post the details of the publication when I know more.
Thanks for reading, and all you seamstresses and quilters, leave a comment about your favorite things to sew.