Queen

It’s my favorite time of year – the build-up from Halloween, and my birthday to Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Needless to say I do not suffer from season affective disorder, though I know a few people who do and it’s a terrible thing to have happen.

I love the holidays.

I EVEN love holiday music.

Yes, I’m one of THOSE people.

I think my love of the holidays comes from my mother.

Growing up, we’d decorate, cook, and listen to Christmas music during the holiday season.

I remember Mom would put on Christmas music and we’d bake cookies and pies until the dining room table was FILLED WITH TREATS!

This year I’m doing what I did last year and I’m QUILTING for the holidays.

My work shuts down for two weeks during the holidays and it’s the PERFECT time to start a quilting project.

This time, I’m looking at two quilt patterns:

The trick is that I really should make the Spruced Goose quilt because I have all the supplies to make it.

However, it’s a gift for a friend and the Star Gazing quilt is actually a more appropriate color scheme for her.

So I’m stuck.

Do I make the quilt that’s better for her or the one I’ve got all the supplies for?

Oh, the dilemma.

Turns out, I may just try to make both and decide what to do with them later.

Also, I have THIS quilt top which needs to be finalized and I haven’t created the backing for it yet so maybe I’ll finish THREE QUILTS this holiday season.

What can I say?

I am a quilt making QUEEN!

Old Lady

I have an interesting hobby for a 45 year old woman.

I quilt.

I’ve been quilting for 20 years and because of this, my Instagram feed show a lot of work in progress quilts and finished quilts.

My Instagram is linked to my Tinder account so all the men I match with can see my handiwork.

Some of my quilts turned out quite beautiful, like this one I made for Barbara over Christmas break last year and one I made for family friends who lost their son with a pattern called
Storm at Sea:

If you were to ask me what kind of art do I make, I’d tell you I’m into textile arts.

I LOVE my quilts and every single one I’ve made has been donated to friends or family, with a lot of love.

It takes time and patience and a little bit of serendipity to turn fabric by the yard into a pieced quilt.

I proud of the work I do.

So you can imagine my surprise when someone on Tinder MADE FUN of my quilting.

“Wouldn’t know you’re 45 except for the quilting,” he texted me.

I defended myself, saying that I make modern quilts, not grandma quilts.

He replied by saying, “All quilts are grandma quilts.”

So, I present to you my impression of a grandma quilt and my impression of a modern quilt and you tell me if you can’t tell the difference:

Needless to say, homeboy didn’t get too far in seducing me.

Women don’t take kindly to being aged beyond their years and just because I make quilts DOES NOT make me a grandma.

Hmph!

Temple and The Man

I finally managed to get to the man on Friday night right before it closed to visitors to prepare it for the burn the next night.

It was stunning.

Inside the structure were large wraparound movie screens playing animation which finally ended in a tribute to Larry Harvey, the recently deceased founder of Burning Man.

Here is a picture of the man during the day (not sure who to credit the photo to, so if it’s yours, lmk):

After wandering around the man for a bit, we headed over to temple.

Temple was serene and reverent and I took the time to leave my tribute for my children and my pets in the temple (see blue fabric on wooden beam, below).

The temple smelled amazing with incense burning everywhere.

Everywhere you looked there were tributes to everyone.

I felt emotional.

I’m pretty sure at some point I’m going to breakdown and have a good cry.

It’s been a good burn but so much has happened I feel like I’m behind in processing my feelings.

I may just cry when I leave the playa.

And it will be cathartic.

Trash fence

I always sum up my Burning Man experience each year with one quick phrase:

  • 2015 was the year I got dumped.  I also got ditched but when you get dumped, that sort of eclipses everything else, don’t you think?  Still, it stung.
  • 2016 was my abstinent year (I know, I know, how UNLIKE me!).
  • 2017 was the year I lived through my vagina.
  • And 2018 was the year of art.

That’s right.

I saw TONS of art.

I’m not sure I would have seen as much art had my dear friend and her kid not taken me under their wing and led me right to the art.

For a woman with an ADVENTURE BLOG, I should be more adventurous, right?

Then again, I’ve run with the bulls.

Raced stock cars.

And eaten Korean silkworm larvae (only if spitting counts).

So I’ll forgive myself for not feeling motivated on my own.

With the help of my friends, I actually made it to the TRASH FENCE.

And I snapped a picture to prove it:

And just because I’m in a sharing mood, here are some of my favorite Burning Man 2018 pictures:

And a few more pics which I’m sure I didn’t take but they’re on my phone, all credit to the photographers (LMK if it’s you):

New tattoo

Not long ago, I went on a tattoo bender.

My sister, ever the enabler, took me to tattoo shops in Reno and in the span of less than 2 years I went from ZERO tattoos to FIVE tattoos.

Then I stopped (in large part because I got cellulitis from my last tattoo) and since then no artist has added any ink to my body.

My SON, on the other hand, opted to get a tattoo to reflect his love of the United States of America.

As is practice in our family, he enlisted the help of my sister to get his tattoo:

Now personally I WOULD NEVER get this kind of a tattoo.

But I love the ink on him and I must say, despite the unusual location of the tattoo (on the back of his forearm), it suits him well.

He is BEYOND happy with his tattoo and I imagine that it’s the first of many that he will get.

And clearly he’s not afraid of his tattoos showing, like I am.

My hips, ankle, foot and shoulder blade are tattooed and all of them can be hidden, if need be.

I think, given his current occupation of soldier, that it’s a pretty neat tattoo to get.

At least he didn’t accidentally get a polyamory tattoo on his shoulder.

The accidental tattoo

I love tattoos.

On men.

On women.

On non-binary people.

It’s all very decorative and eye catching.

I have five tattoos – for a while I would get a new tattoo every time I visited my sister in Reno.

She has MANY tattoos and is my enabler.

We actually have two matching tattoos.

Once upon a time, when I was in love with a man who didn’t deserve me, I imagined that our love would last forever and so when I stumbled across this design, I wanted it:

tattooA heart with an infinity symbol.

I imagined it meant ETERNAL LOVE.

The thing that I didn’t know is that the design I selected is a variation of this design:

tattooThis is the symbol for POLYAMORY.

Yes, indeed.

I inadvertently permanently marked my body with a design symbolizing polyamory.

Ironically, this is my least favorite tattoo on account of it reminds me of the man I was dating at the time.

I’m pleased it’s on my shoulder blade so I don’t have to see it every time I look in the mirror.

But take this as a lesson from me:  Before getting a tattoo, DO YOUR HOMEWORK.

Or else you might have to wind up being polyamorous, like me.

Just kidding.

It means ETERNAL LOVE.

Trash fence

I always sum up my Burning Man experience each year with one quick phrase:

  • 2015 was the year I got dumped.  I also got ditched but when you get dumped, that sort of eclipses everything else, don’t you think?  Still, it stung.
  • 2016 was my abstinent year (I know, I know, how UNLIKE me!).
  • 2017 was the year I lived through my vagina.
  • And 2018 was the year of art.

That’s right.

I saw TONS of art.

I’m not sure I would have seen as much art had my dear friend and her kid not taken me under their wing and led me right to the art.

For a woman with an ADVENTURE BLOG, I should be more adventurous, right?

Then again, I’ve run with the bulls.

Raced stock cars.

And eaten Korean silkworm larvae (only if spitting counts).

So I’ll forgive myself for not feeling motivated on my own.

With the help of my friends, I actually made it to the TRASH FENCE.

And I snapped a picture to prove it:

And just because I’m in a sharing mood, here are some of my favorite Burning Man 2018 pictures:

And a few more pics which I’m sure I didn’t take but they’re on my phone, all credit to the photographers (LMK if it’s you):

The Great Train Wreck

Two replica trains were built out of wood for Burning Man.

They were placed on a track facing each other and filled with explosives.

Then, after a fireworks show, the trains were pushed on the track to one another and KABOOM!

The trains blew up in a massive fireball.

I’m telling you this not because I saw it, but because I heard about it as I was trying to peek over people’s heads on my tippy toes.

I saw NONE of it.

There were so many people surrounding The Great Train Wreck’s perimeter it was IMPOSSIBLE to see anything.

Still, it sounded AMAZING.

And I did managed to hold my camera up over my head and snap a few pictures.

The irony out of all this is that the explosions occurred BEFORE the collision.

Timing is everything.

Temple and The Man

I finally managed to get to the man on Friday night right before it closed to visitors to prepare it for the burn the next night.

It was stunning.

Inside the structure were large wraparound movie screens playing animation which finally ended in a tribute to Larry Harvey, the recently deceased founder of Burning Man.

Here is a picture of the man during the day (not sure who to credit the photo to, so if it’s yours, lmk):

After wandering around the man for a bit, we headed over to temple.

Temple was serene and reverent and I took the time to leave my tribute for my children and my pets in the temple (see blue fabric on wooden beam, below).

The temple smelled amazing with incense burning everywhere.

Everywhere you looked there were tributes to everyone.

I felt emotional.

I’m pretty sure at some point I’m going to breakdown and have a good cry.

It’s been a good burn but so much has happened I feel like I’m behind in processing my feelings.

I may just cry when I leave the playa.

And it will be cathartic.

Chub Rub

While chasing after a drunk Tejas on his scooter, I managed to give myself heat rash (damn short shorts and chub rub).

So I was happy to accept a ride on the Party Snail art car to go see the Worm Watch burn at midnight on Friday.

I have this TREMENDOUS fear of being left behind on the playa at night.

It’s so easy for me to get turned around and lost.

So I stayed close to the Party Snail when we made stops at Planet Earth and Sextant.

And then again, when we parked out among a field of art out on the playa.

The Worm Watch (created by the South Bay Art Collective) burn was fun to see – it was a GIANT wooden earthworm, poking out through the playa with an observation tower next to it to get a good look at the worm.

Here’s a nice picture of what it looked like (since my pic is rather shabby and I never saw it during the day):

It all started with fireworks (naturally) and culminated in the slow collapse of the structure

The drone show we were supposed to see never materialized (damn high winds) and so that was an uneventful end to the evening.

Here’s drone footage from the night before: