Grateful for:

Iconic art and the ways in inspires. – The Birth of Venus by Botticelli

I am thrilled to my toes grateful for the cooler weather and the breezes. I used the air conditioner for exactly 1 week after we put it in. August, you fickle friend.

Thankful for rounding the bend on all my projects.

Thankful for enthusiastic and helpful models.

Thankful for gals who have stashes of seashells, more on that soon.

For friends that show up with food, so I don’t have to leave my sewing tower to eat.

For other rock star fashion designers and their friendly lovely attitudes.

For upcoming birthdays. Big ones. Big round numbers. And my fervent belief that the only way to be okay about ‘em is to be showered with fine presents. Yes. Presents.

For silly wishlists and the fun they bring.

For a body that isn’t failing me.

For pinterest & the escaping distraction it offers.

Have a beautiful weekend friends.

I’ve been dragging my feet this Friday.

I’m stressed, overwhelmed, overworked, and overly-needed.

I’ve missed summer this year. I blew right by it. Working so hard. Not watering my garden once, except for the pumpkins and a couple of potted nasturtiums.

There is the smell of change in the air around me. Things I’ve never considered, I’m considering. Or things I’ve brushed off, are making my acquaintance.

Photo by Papermecrazy .

But it’s Friday, and it’s good for me to remember to be grateful:

For the basics: enough to eat, shelter, & clothing on my back.

For love, can’t get by without it.

For talent. I’m surrounded by talented people.

For drive.

For inspiration.

For ingenuity, especially when dresses don’t work.

Dresses that work 99% of the time.

For a dog that is a loyal lion.

For Vino Verde.

For change.

For tenacity.

For a simple life.

And last – but by far, not the least, for a meditation and relaxation podcast of a man with a Scottish accent. Bless him, his voice is the antidote to my insomnia.

Have a good weekend friends.