Prophetic Whack

It's my own personal FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS! And here's a couple more. Do 'lights' have to be just Chanukah or can they be secular humanist too? I don't want to step on toes.




The first light is my nightlight- seems I wander around during the night with my inability to sleep and take pictures in the dark. The next picture is of the 16" disco ball I finally found for our Dallas friend's daughter who is having a dance party for her 16th birthday. Buying the damn ball also means you have to buy the hangy thing with the swivel, the lights and filters, and a suitcase of batteries. Anyway Lana was a great help back up in Weymouth at Good Stuff Cheap. And Bailey will now have to follow through with 'dance party' as her birthday theme. The next photo is one of those Christmas ornamental things that light up- who knew that alligators were symbolic of Christmas? You learn something new every day.

NOTE** Posted on the 16th- today I learned that the alligator lights are GREEN! How cool is that?

The ball itself is way cool- I want one for myself but TY drew the line on that plan. I thought it might be really cool to have several of them in a staggered row over the dining room table but sometimes he is just soooo.... damn.... Republican. We met with Mitch to give him our wish-list the other day. I could have kept going forever but TY interrupted and said I was an artist, like that would excuse me from excesses. I was getting Very Excited because I recognized several of the photos on his walls as pictures I have seen in magazines that I loved. For sure we found a great architect-fit. Now if HE can keep the $$$ in line we will have a new house someday. I was talking industrial materials and concrete counters with rusty things embedded and origami staircases and huge support columns left visible. TY was talking no mosquitoes allowed on the patio. So I jump in with NO screen rooms! And Mitch counters with scrim drapes to draw across. I get even more excited and talk grommets and turnbuckles, TY wants a firepit---- there isn't a log in this friggin' state.


AND finally, I finally got down the street with my camera to the huge Banyon tree that blew over in the hurricane. The woman who owns it (if one can own a tree) spent $7500 for a mammoth crane to come in and right it. Then the tree guys topped it and braced it, a marvel of modern engineering! Sure hope it makes it.

And my LAST bit is that I am going to teach at the quilt shop starting in January, If anybody you know is within the Palm Beach area, come take a class from me- I bring candy and we all laugh alot. Call Quilters Choice. We're doing a drunkards path with free-cut circles, and you don't have to be a drinker to take it (but it helps). There, that's enough for one day.