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  • Laura No Peeky

    ByHeather Bailey

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    I love to collect funky jewelry — the more colorful the
    better.  And I have gathered some beautiful and weird pieces over the
    years.  My friend and sister-in-law, Laura, has similar taste.  We often make or buy each
    other quirky jewelry for birthday presents — a tradition of
    sorts.  (17 years now!?!)


    BaggieW Amidst my bold tangle of jewelry, I don't have very many basics
    though.  I often wish I had an all-black necklace to wear with a black
    dress or a bright blouse.

    Assuming Laura runs into the same
    predicament, I made her a simple, black necklace for her birthday this
    year.  Hopefully, the blackbird carved into the pendant adds just
    enough chirp. 

    Charlotte then hopped-to & made a necklace for her cousin Lily — C's specialty 'candy-wrapper' design. Both trinkets are wrapped up and on their way to Laura's. Shh.

    Now to make the same one for me.  We'll be necklace twins.

  • Fascinated, though Somewhat Discomfitted

    ByHeather Bailey

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    I
    woke up this morning to my mother calling 'Heather" with a short, soft
    whisper in my ear.  Was she there?  No.  It was a dream type-of-thing. 
    She wasn't in my dreams, it was just her voice saying my name — and only once.

    The
    last time something similar happened was several years ago, when I woke
    up early with a panicky feeling that something was wrong with Old MacDonald.  "Oh no, oh no, something happened to Old MacDonald!"  As I came to consciousness, I laughed it off.  What could have happened?  Perhaps the Farmer in the Dell stole MacDonald's Three Little Pigs to make a sow's-ear purse for Goldilocks?  Again, I wasn't really dreaming of Old MacDonald.  It was just a feeling I had while not-quite-awake. 


    0904HBhairdo3a A couple of hours later, I learned that Isaac's grandfather unexpectedly died in the night.  His last name was MacDonald.  And he was old.

    I'm still baffled by the experience.  Especially, being his
    grandaughter-in-law and not a close relative.  I think I only met him
    twice. I rarely have nightmares or wake up in a panic.  My dreams are usually bizarre and silly, like a They Might Be Giants song.  I clearly remember rollerskating along a riverbank in Turkey and making snow-angels in a mountain of sugar. 

    So,
    though my mother's whisper in my ear this morning wasn't in panic at
    all, it was such a similar experience that I've been pondering the Old
    MacDonald thing all over again.  … and thinking that maybe I need to give my mom a call.

    Has this every happened to you?

    (The photos?  Random, I know, but I mentioned my hairdo on Twitter yesterday & some folks requested a peek.)