Marching Matters

March Madness, the Ides of March, the Ideas of March, Mad as a March Hare....the Mad Hatter


(I interrupt this Word March to say that I've always liked the Mad March Hare because he is compelled to always behave as thought it is tea-time because the Mad Hatter supposedly killed time while singing for the Queen of Hearts...


I feel as though some days time is killed and I'm forever stuck having another cup of tea because I know not what else to do...at that time, me and the March Hare have Madness in common, and I like that...)

March of Dimes, March right in here young man, give me my marching orders, March into that sewing room and clean it up so you can actually create something...


This cleaning and organizing thing takes time. Time I'd rather be stitching. And just when I'm getting tired and losing interest in my task at hand, I see a post like this...which inspires me so much that I make one of the pictures the wallpaper on my computer desktop...and I March back into the sewing room...


And I find things that inspire me while I work. Like this mosaic collage I have framed.


This piece was created by Peggy Plonk, who lived in a community where I used to work. Peggy was 85 and was a nationally recognized artist and oil painter. Her arthritis had left her hands gnarled and in pain to where she couldn't hold a paint brush any longer -- so she collected all unwanted magazines and snipped small bits of colored paper -- and painted with those. And continued to create her art. Unstoppable. March on. No matter what. That piece speaks volumes to me. Peggy died many years ago but her story lives on inside of me. Reminding me to persevere; be true to my calling...no matter what.


And, on break from my marching, I check to see about that contest and discovered that WE WON! WOOHOO! Pants Pants Revolution won a $100 gift certificate to French General and a copy of Kaari Meng's new book -- Home Sewn! Oh, the girls are going to be very excited!

That's enough for today. Cheeri-o! Or Hi-Ho Cherry-O...


Or, eat your Cheerios, or Cheer for the O's...

Or...Chucky Chan chunked a chest of chocolate cherries, If Chucky Chan chunked a chest of chocolate cherries, how many cherries did Chucky Chan chunk?

Mad as a March Hare and off to drink some more tea...