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  • D.C.

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    We did it. We really did it. We took a much needed break and had two
    wonderful weeks touring Washington D.C., Williamsburg, and New York City with the
    kids and visiting east-coast family—Isaac's sisters, Evie and Laura
    both live near D.C. with their families and his brother Ross lives near
    N.Y.C. It was a trip like none other we've had to date. I came home
    home this week refreshed and inspired.

    In D.C. alone, we saw: The Natural History Museum, The Library of Congress (incredible!), The National Portrait Gallery (I'm finally ready to try my hand at portraiture), The Lincoln Memorial, several war memorials (speechless), The American History Museum, The Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum (my baby's heaven), and a had a private tour of The U.S. Capitol Building (my office manager, Karen's son works for our AZ congressman). I posted highlights from the trip on Instagram as we went along. There is so much more that wasn't posted.

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    This collage shows some highlights from the DC portion of our trip. My iPhone
    alone has 1000+ photos from the trip, so choosing was tough. Some of you have asked for our itinerary to help plan
    future vacations to the area. I'll type that up and post it for you this week.

    Can I just say that D.C. was so much more magnificent and visually
    powerful than I expected. I was proud to see such beautiful architecture
    and art on display. I was especially taken by The Library of Congress and The National Portrait Gallery. I wasn't so sure about the massiveness of some of the government institutions. That was shocking. But, all in all, wow.

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    “Car. Beep-Beep.”

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    It's
    Quilt Market season at the studio. We're in a bi-annual bustle to prep
    for the show. Today, I met with another local stitcher who will be
    helping out with samples. I'm skirting around that misleading 'sewer'
    word. I think we just need to come up with a new spelling. Same word,
    new spelling: sewwer, sewur, sew-er, sew-erer, sewurr, seweur
    (french-ish)…

    What a fun afternoon. Fun I have no business having. Fun I have no business without.

    I was up with the baby till 4am last night, nursing him through a
    105º fever. I finally climbed into the tub and poured water over his
    back while he slept against my shoulder. It was so sweet. But, man am I
    tired!

    It's 7pm now on Friday night and it feels like my day is just getting
    going. I don't think date night is gonna happen unless Isaac wants to
    help refine pattern covers, book flights, schedule meetings, or sew.

    ** I let the baby pick a photo and title this post for me. **

  • Let’s Get this Show on the Road

    It's time to hand out some show tickets and a C.D.

    Angela — you've got it — two tickets for Thursday night's show are
    all yours. Thank you for your enthusiasm. That always wins points with
    me—ask my kids.

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    — surprise — Rachel, we have two tickets for Friday night's show for
    you as well.

    I'm going to send Wendy your email addresses and she will
    send you the details. If you don't hear from her right away, email me
    your contact info.

    By random drawing, the C.D. goes to… Elizabeth S. Email me your
    shipping address, Elizabeth, and we'll drop your present in the mail right
    away—along with a few HB extras (!!!).

  • Wendy!

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    As we wished—yay!—Wendy is game to offer two tickets to her show in New York City next week at The Metropolitan Room, featuring songs by composers as diverse as Cole Porter, Joni Mitchell, and Wendy’s collaborator, Michele Brourman. This exciting event celebrates Wendy’s debut album, Breathing, and is tied together with entertaining vignettes from Wendy’s colorful family—a fun and personal show.

    Wendy is my fiercely-fabulous sister-in-law. She is both a talented singer and a charming storyteller. She’s hilarious, in fact.

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    …And it’s killing me that we missed her opening night last week in Los Angeles! Anyone want to go to the New York show in my stead? I’ll sit on your lap in spirit.

    As Mitch Ellis of the performing group Chambers, Herbert & Ellis
    put it, after seeing the Los Angeles performance last week, “Wendy Lane
    Bailey's show was truly grand… Under Michele Brourman's artful musical
    direction she put on a really terrific show. Beautiful song selection,
    sensitive phrasing, clear storytelling and a warm rich voice. Kinda the
    whole package.”

     

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    Wendy performs on Thursday, the 21st and on Friday, the 22nd at 7pm. I
    have TWO tickets to give away—and a C.D. Comment to enter. Please
    indicate in your comment if you want to be entered into the TICKETS
    drawing; otherwise, I'll assume you're in it for the C.D.

    If you're in the greater New York area and you don’t win the tickets
    giveaway, head to The Metropolitan Room for a exceptional show
    nevertheless! You’re sure to have a great night. And the cover charge is
    only $20.

    One more time, that’s The Metropolitan Room at 34 West 22nd Street
    (between 5th and 6th Avenues) in New York City. Reservations can be
    called in at (212) 206-0440 or made online at metropolitanroom.com.

    Discover more about the show here, and stop by Wendy’s blog at WendyLaneBailey.com.

    Update: Winners announced — click here.

  • Rose Bowl Treasure

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    The Rose Bowl Flea Market makes me gitty. Wendy and I were like two
    magpies, combing the aisles for sparkly treasure. She has a great,
    vintage-20s, flapper-deco aesthetic. It was fun to see what trinkets
    called her name—definitely a great way to get to know each other on a new level.

    I highly suggest it.

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    One vendor offered metal letters of every size and color, including
    polkadots. I sorted through his alphabets for a good 20 minutes—they
    were comically hot in the bright sun. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a
    website or even a business card. If someone’s looking for at Etsy
    opportunity, track this guy down. He’s a Rose Bowl Flea Market regular.
    And we all need his letters. 

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    With our car trouble, we had to leave the trailer behind, so my
    blinders were on when it came to furniture. That was a bit painful.
    However, a hunt for small treasures brought an interesting challenge. In
    the end, my eclectic loot included: plastic chicks, pink buttons, a
    rhinestone buckle, embroidered ribbons and silks, a green vase, a red
    scarf, and a sequined gold and black vintage circle skirt. If you're a
    treasure hunter too, The Rose Bowl Flea Market marks the spot. In
    charming ol' Pasadena, CA.

  • @ Los Angeles

    We just returned from a week in Los Angeles. My super-talented sister-in-law, Wendy Lane Bailey, had flown out to L.A. to perform at the Gardenia.
    We were supposed to arrive in time to watch her sing, but our van's new
    transmission had a different plan. Even though the transmission was
    only a couple of months old, it gave out on our way out of town—big time. Needless to say, we started out on a different adventure than we had planned.

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    I'll just say that we got to know the truck stop really well. And
    after a few hours we made our way to a pizza place near the mechanic’s,
    camping there for most of the evening until we had secured a rental van
    to pile into. Nine hours and $700 later, we were back on the road to
    L.A.

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    Unfortunately, we missed Wendy’s performance. A serious bummer.
    But, we tried to make up for it once we arrived. We stayed in a
    beautiful hotel in old-town Pasadena, one of my favorite areas.

    Our first stop was to visit old haunts in the Fashion District with
    the kids. When we lived in Hollywood, Elijah was about the same age as
    our little one is now. It was bizarre—and pretty cool—to see him, at
    6-foot-3, push our youngest around in a stroller just like I used to
    push Elijah around the Fashion District in a stroller, years back. What a
    serious time warp.

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    We ate at Pink’s hot dogs for old-time’s-sake, spent a day at The Getty Museum, shopped at the Rose Bowl Flea Market (my favorite!), toured our old neighborhood—which has changed quite a bit, yet is so much the same—had cocoa at The Grove, and received a driving tour of historic Venice, CA from Wendy’s friend, Jessie, who has lived in Venice for the last 40 years.

    I’ve been to Venice many times, but I had no idea that a large part of the city was originally built along canals. Instead of driving to a neighbor’s house, they would canoe. I love it.

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    As for The Getty, I adore it.

    If you can believe this, I never did visit The Getty when we lived
    close-by. We even had a friend who was a curator there at the time, yet I
    still didn't make it. Back then, Isaac once went on a private tour of
    the museum before it opened. Where was I at the time!? Seriously.

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    It was fantastic. I am awed and inspired. And ready to find a
    portrait-painting class to take. Know of a good one? We’re back home
    now, but part of me wants to turn around and head right back to The
    Getty. If you are ever in Southern California, get yourself there. Don’t
    miss it.

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    mechanic repaired the transmission without charge. However, I’m still
    sad that the fiasco cost us our chance to see Wendy’s show. She has two more shows
    coming up in New York City next week. Perhaps I can round up a couple
    of free tickets to give away and send one of you in my stead.

    All photos are from my Instagram feed—hallelujah for functioning phone cameras! We forgot to pack the big camera on this trip—ack.

  • Revive

    This weekend I had the pleasure of speaking at the Revive blog conference in Phoenix, Arizona. It was put on by two cool ladies, Coley and Lindsey,
    who run an outdoor antique market twice a year called Junk in the Trunk Vintage Market. The next one is April 27th at Westworld—and I will SO be there.

    They wanted to reembrace their blog and improve
    their approach, so instead of waiting to attend a remote conference or researching
    the subject online, they decided to assemble an event to educate others while getting an education
    themselves.

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    I was asked to
    give a keynote address, but because I am in the throes of designing
    another fabric collection—yes!—that is due this week—we decided
    on a Q &A
    instead. That way, the audience could glean what they most wanted from
    my being there. The other speakers joined in as well— it was great.

    It's always nice to step out of the studio for a break when I'm in the thick of a big project. Time
    away helps me gain perspective on where I'm at. And more
    than that, this time, I got to meet and help some wonderful and creative women in my own area.

    So, as I was posting images from the conference on Instagram during
    the event, a couple of women commented on Instagram that they felt like
    the only bloggers in their states. (It was Maine and South Carolina, I
    think.) They wished there were meet-ups in their areas as well.

    If you feel this way too, can I just take a moment to empower you to make it happen!?
    You can rent a small space or see if the city has a meeting room you
    can use, ask a couple of bigger bloggers to do a shout-out for you, see
    who might be willing to come speak. Bring in some food. Or keep things
    super simple with a round-table discussion amongst the attendees. The
    fact is, if you're feeling alone in your area, the chances are that
    others around are feeling the same way. You can be the solution.

    And you don't have to make things all fancy and froo-froo. Just get
    started and see what becomes. You will likely return home with a few new
    friends, some great ideas, and a good helping of fresh energy.

    Photos above are from my Instagram feed: www.Instagram.com/heatherbailey or @heatherbailey if you're in the app. Sign up for Instagram, it's awesome.

  • Knit Bits

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    I
    taught myself to knit 20 years ago. My freshman year in college, my mom
    gave me some supplies for Christmas, but she never got around to
    showing me the basics over Christmas break. She offered to teach me once
    I returned home again for the summer—but I was too impatient. I would
    have to teach myself. My first project was a fisherman's knit
    sweater—because that's my kind of crazy—always start with the hardest
    project.

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    and I dated long distance for my first couple of years of college, so
    we spent a lot of time on the phone—often for hours at a time. I got a
    lot of knitting done during those long calls.

    Come to think of it, I made two fisherman knit sweaters that
    semester—it was A LOT of time spent on the phone—Isaac was quite the
    talker back then. I was happy to listen and knit, occasionally chiming
    in with an "uh-uh…yep…sure…of course…then what?…" A $40 Radio
    Shack headset phone saved my aching neck. I loved that phone.

    That was back when I still planned to become a surgeon. Knitting and
    doll-making were my stress-relief from a demanding school schedule.

    By the time I switched my major to Apparel Design, knitting was my
    side-kick. I brought my knitting to class, to the cafeteria, to
    church—everywhere I went.

    Later, when I designed a full-on clothing collection for competition
    in the university's annual fashion show, my collection was the only one
    to include a variety of knitted garments. In fact, I suspect that my
    men's intarsia sweaters were pivotal to my First Place win in my first
    fashion show. It was early in my second year of the program, and I was
    competiting against designers with twice as much schooling and
    experience.

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    Living in sunny Arizona, I don't knit quite as frequently as I did
    when we lived where it snows. But, it is still one of my
    all-time-favorite pastimes. When I get the itch to knit, it doesn't
    matter if I have a project figured out—or even the right needles (as
    evidenced by my rubber-band-modified double-pointed needles above)—I set
    to it.

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    time, I tried my hand at the trendy, new ruffle yarns and made a scarf
    for my sister-in-law, Laura. She's in DC, where it's a bit colder. And
    she's my style-sister. If I can't wear it—because it's just not cold
    enough here—then I can enjoy the finished knitting through her.

    I did finally grab some shorty little light-weight bamboo needles to finish the job—so I could knit on a plane without bothering my neighbors—and avoid getting patted down by airport security.

    I dont' know how many of you knit, but have you ever tried working with ruffle yarn?

    My take: It was fun to knit with, but a little slow. You knit each
    chain/eyelet that runs along one edge of the yarn (see top photo), and
    it's a bit of work to keep the yarn untwisted. Then there is the matter
    of burying the yarn ends. There was no straight-forward solution for
    this, so I put it off of course. I finally resolved to crochet the ends
    into the work so they would be undetectable—which worked perfectly.

    I finished up last night, in time to ship this one off for
    Valentine's Day. Sorry for the spoiler, Laura. I'm sending chocolate
    too.

    If you're a
    knitter, here are the details: I cast 15 stitches onto size US 4
    (3.5mm) needles. Knitting every row, I used 2 full balls of Flaunt™ yarn
    by Loops & Threads™ (Michael's) for a mid-length scarf. This yarn
    comes in several variegated options, as well as in solids.

    Next up, I'm making a twinner scarf for me—in teal.

  • Sixteen?

    I was that girl who carried a doll baby with her everywhere she went.
    And not by the hair or the hem of her skirt, but gently, sweetly wrapped
    in a blanket, safe and warm.

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    One of the earliest photos of me, as a
    toddler, shows me clutching my Raggedy Ann doll. My eyes are teared up
    and I'm miserable because my mom tried to take Raggedy away for the
    photo. She finally relented and gave her back. The teary-eyed portrait
    is the best image they got that day, capturing much more than my child's
    face, but a glimpse of my spirit as well.

    These are the same heart-strings that are being plucked today. My
    first real baby, my son Elijah turned 16 yesterday. He's 6'3" and
    growing. Tall and slender, with a deep voice and sprouting stubble, he
    is hardly recognizeable in form from the soft, cheeky baby you see here.
    But, like me, he is the same person underneath. Just like he was as a baby, he is kind-hearted, cuddly,
    intelligent beyond belief, and so, so good to his mom.

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    In those early years, Elijah was my daily companion and at times my
    only friend. The silver lining to a very hard period of my life is the
    closeness we developed as mother and son. I have such a mushy, saggy
    soft spot for him in the middle of my chest. It gets deeper and
    squooshier as the years pass. And it hurts sometimes. How is it that my
    little angel-faced baby is now housed in the framework of a man? It's a
    puzzle that has confounded mothers for centuries. I'm not the first.

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    hope is that I'll know Elijah much longer as a man than I knew him as a
    boy. With this math on my side, perhaps the puzzle will resolve itself.
    Or maybe this is why we have memory loss in our old age—to ease the
    pains of distant memories.

    Today, my heart hurts. I know things are no different from yesterday.
    And I have nothing but gratitude for this forward-rolling life we've
    been given. I hang my heart on Elijah's daily hugs, his love for family
    activities, his lack of embarrassment over his old mom, and his wish to
    live near us as an adult. Unlike so many teenagers, he's in no hurry to
    leave us behind. This gives me clearance to teach him to fly, as I know
    he'll return safely and willingly—if more infrequently as the years
    pass. My eyes might be a bit redder for the experience, but success as a
    mom is a happy, healthy, functional child—who also still likes you
    somehow in the end.

    He is a good, good kid. I am grateful to be his mom.

  • Creative Spaces Giveaway

    There is a new issue of Creative Spaces out this week. Apparently—and of coursevolume #1 was so popular that Creating Keepsakes decided to publish a second volume—and this time I was able to say "Yes!" Kudos to Megan Hoeppner for gathering such inspiring spaces—and for her patience and tenacity with my busy schedule.

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    Confession: I've been holding back on you guys—a little. You see, I've finished a handful of craft-organization projects around here that I haven't shared yet. I'm letting Creative Spaces Vol. 2
    have the scoop: embroidery-floss storage made from a spinning earring
    display, colored-pencil storage from a transformed gift box, tiffin
    boxes for paint storage, the handy metal caddy I keep next to my
    drafting table for paints, brushes, pencils and inks—FUN STUFF.

    CreativeSpaces2So,
    go pick up a copy at your local book store or craft store for 132 pages
    of DIY storage and décor projects, and a behind-the-scenes tour of a
    wide variety of crafting spaces, from Amy Yingling's sleek and modern space to my own eclectic menagerie. For a full-size sneak peek at the issue, click here, then click on the ISSUU image at the center of the page.

    !!! I have one glorious copy to give away. Leave a comment below to enter. I'll announce the winner on Monday. !!!