Passing of the King of Pop

Like most people I was shocked and saddened by the passing of Michael Jackson 2 days ago. He seemed immortal, as most icons do, and such a part of my childhood.
I saw the Jackson Five in concert when I was 9 at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. I was a big fan and my mom says I ran up to the stage when they came on. We would watch the Jackson 5 tv show and play their albums and dance around the house. In the 80s everone was wild about Thriller,etc and who didn't try to moonwalk?

I always thought he was a rare and fragile human being and I wish him peace.

Earthquake!

Last night at 8:29 pm we had a small but strong earthquake. The boys and I were all crowded into our small office/sewing room. I was working on a blanket I am sewing for our bed, Niko was practicing the violin, Pete was paying bills, and Sean was patiently waiting for Niko to finish so he could hear the next installment of The Hobbit. We all jumped up and then realized we didn't know what to do.



I think we decided in the future to head outside and under the pine tree. I have never trusted the ol' stand under the doorway advice. After all have you ever seen a earthquake destroyed house with the doorways standing up? When I was a baby in San Francisco, my mom said she took my brother and me up to the park and sat under the trees because the roots would withstand the quake. Sounds good to me.

Holy crap I have a blog!

I am excited to have taken the leap into the blogosphere. I love to read other people's blogs, especially those of fiber artists. But because I don't feel that I can call myself an artist yet, I am just using this as a place to put my memories and to share them with whomever is interested.