Oh, if you’re a bird…

…be an early bird

And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.

If you’re a bird, be an early early bird—

But if you’re a worm, sleep late.”

 Shel Silverstein 

Where the Sidewalk Ends

As I sit sipping my second morning cup of coffee at 6:30 on this dreary Sunday morning, I’m thinking about the fact that my recently-developed habit of rising early in an effort to get a few extra hours of website development in, has lingered a ways beyond the actual launch of our new site a few weeks ago. I’m also thinking how I’d love to sleep in late, like I did when I was a teen. I so fondly remember how easy it was to do so. 

In case you wondered – this is where I sit during my morning seizing-of-early-morning-moments…

…in this bland, blue chair, with a quilt on my lap and a sunny, orange, boy-cat named Copernicus at my feet. Although he had several different wingback chairs as I was growing up, this chair was my grandfather’s last one, which came to live with me when he passed 19 years ago last month. 

See the chair? Not the same…but one of them. I’m thinking this photo was taken on lawn-mowing day in about 1972, given the shorts he was wearing and the age of the little blonde, pony-tailed-girl in his lap. Those were his mowing shorts, which must certainly have accompanied his mowing tennis shoes (out of view). Wish I could see which book we were reading. Wish I could remember the moment too.

There’s certainly a matching foot stool that went with the chair, because there was always a matching foot stool that went with the chair, but the one that goes with my (now) blue chair lives eternally in the storage room downstairs, since it never really fits in any room the chair has lived in since they both became mine. 

Full transparency, friends: This is the arm of the blue chair I sit in every seize-the-moment-morning:

I don’t suppose ‘bland’ speaks adequately of this chair without ‘dirty’ standing beside it on either side. Perhaps both sides.

Even though we’ve had it cleaned numerous times, it never seems to look cleaner than this. Yet in all the years I’ve been sitting in it and all the years my ‘Granch’ sat in it before me, the sturdiness of it has remained exactly the same. Good bones, I guess. Now if only my early morning seizing-of-moments can live without it long enough to recover these good bones with fresh, clean upholstery fabric. I’m working on that. Imagining the style too.

Seizing-of-moments. I’ve learned that these early moments of the day, when much of my world is still fast asleep, are moments worth seizing. My brain is fresh and my thoughts are less weary, since the distractions of the day haven’t yet had a chance to creep in and make them so. 

I’m now posting this late Tuesday, if you can believe it (of course you can, because your weary heart knows mine, since we’re both trying our hardest to be less weary).

Time flies that way, doesn’t it? Of course it does.  I’m wishing you a Happy Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, etc. too, and hoping you’re finding it within you to seize; or at least – trying your best to. I know it’s hard sometimes…but I hope you’re managing…from your own (maybe dirty) blue chair, with or without a matching foot stool beneath your feet. Let’s hang in there, shall we?

Fireworks, Emma the Schnauzer & Serendipity Woods Shop Progress

Good Morning All,

Happy Monday-after-we’ve-terrified-our-pets-beyond-belief Day! I may have mentioned somewhere here that we’ve had miniature schnauzers for almost 30 years, and all have possessed some degree of apprehension when the 4th of July rolls around every year.  Now, however, we have the queen of Fireworks Terror, Emma:

Emma: Our ordinarily confident, well-adjusted, 1-year-old, who officially becomes a shivering, crying shell of herself during fireworks.
Emma: Our ordinarily confident, well-adjusted 1-year-old, who officially becomes a shivering, crying shell of herself during fireworks.

Not to sound like a completely unpatriotic stick-in-the-mud, but as far as I’m concerned – I can sort of take fireworks or leave them. It’s probably, in part, because I feel like it’s awfully unfair to consciously embark upon an activity that only we humans above age 3 can fully appreciate and understand. It also probably has a bit to do with the fact that for about 13 years straight in the 90s and early 2000s, we had at least one child under 3!  Fireworks are cool; they are. It’s just that they’re so loud. Am I the only one that wonders why exactly most fireworks must also be accompanied by the rapport?

Anyhoo…Aside from fireworks we only actually saw from our yard (whilst attempting to get Emma to potty, to no avail), it’s been a busy, progress filled, shop entrenched weekend for me. It’s been about 2 weeks since we officially launched our Etsy shop, and we’ve had some great success! In the meantime, I’ve been working to build our actual web store on the side, which does take time!

I think I mentioned previously that we’d arrived at the decision to work with a local design firm to create our website, which seemed like a great idea at the time. Unfortunately, the firm we wanted to use was under some construction of their own, and could not really get going on our site until mid-to-late July. Well, I’d have waited, really I would have – but I’m just too excited to wait!

So, I’ve been building it myself and getting a pretty good groove on!  Mostly, these past weeks have been thoughtful ones to determine just how it is we intend to stand apart as a fabric store amongst a whole lot of other fabric stores. Making those determinations has required a good deal of surfing from one end of the web to the other. What’s been most revealing for me is in paying attention to the quilts I’ve seen that really grab me and create an opportunity for the tiny, joyful crafting voice inside me to exclaim out loud: “Oh! I just love that!” The trick, I’ve learned, is to pay attention to ones where that emotion is consistent and long-lasting.

There’s a good deal to be said about fabrics we love not only at the very the moment we first see them, but also for as long as they live amongst our fabric stash, and more still in the quilts we hope will last for generations.

So I think what I’ve learned in all this seeking and searching of how Serendipity Woods will fit into this world of quilt stores without getting lost among them, has a fair bit to do with the styles of fabrics we will ultimately sell, once we get moved over to our permanent site. The three words that come to mind as I think of them are: Refreshing, Cozy, and Timeless.

I’ll leave you to imagine that for a bit, until next time…

Cheers and Happy Quilting,

Pam