Thursday, April 10, 2014

THEY DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Project Funded!

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Rolling Papers And The Universe

Rolled papers all day yesterday
Taking these and others up to
Goat Feathers booth this week.

Today I think I'll paint some
word canvas, right after I go to market.
I've been out of staples for days.
No milk, juice, bread,
Tried to figure out a dish made solely
from condiments, but....
I have an entire fridge door of condiments
and no bleeping food!

Anyone else hate market shopping?
I hate getting dressed to go 2 blocks.
If I look really bad,
sans makeup and wearing paint or food
 splattered clothes,
you can GUARANTEE I'll see
someone snotty I do not wish to see,
and word will spread that I really am unkempt 
unless at work..
At work, both jobs, I also get really dirty
perhaps I am unusually and frequently unkempt. 
Do I care?
Not a fig.

This week?
I'm plunging head first into painting 
my kitchen cabinets,
or should I say repainting?
I painted them about 15 years ago.
I have a week off from both jobs, so

I am going Grey!
I was thinking of grey but when I 
and met this lively, oh so friendly gal,
 and then spied a color 
Pittsburgh Grey..
"It's a sign"

I was hooked.
The universe was talking.

I stood there debating
and while listening to Josie give us directions and 
hints and ideas freely with none of that
other gobbeldy gook you get elsewhere in
other shops selling paint, I thought...

Even though it is NOT in my budget,
I am going to support this woman and 
her independent small business.
I gladly plunked down the cash
and I know I will be thrilled.

and THEN
quite by chance
and here is where the universe comes back in.
My First boss told me about Josie's shop
and that is why I stopped in.
I go to my other job the next day 
and tell Second Boss
about this great shop I went to,
 and about painting my cabinets.

Second Boss is doing an auction later that week,
 and meets a paint gal there and gives her 
her card as introduction.
The paint gal says she just met a Suzan 
who works at the auction place.
You guessed it!
Second Boss just met Josie!

When the universe speaks
Pay Attention.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

You Guys Are Awesome

You made The Pink Sorrys catch up,
  tie and then hold a great position for hours,

but now they need an extra push to the finish.

So many of you, my dear friends, voted 
and I am ever so grateful.
If you have not had a chance 
to vote yet, please do so right here:
deadline 5 ET April 1st

One vote per person,
but your friends can vote if you let them know via 
your social media...Don't know what I'm talking about?
See previous post

Just thinking of all you
bloggie friends and local friends,
 who reached out to help,
well lump in the throat time.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

If You Have One Minute

Damn ....I know I'm going to the well again, but if 
you could please go to this link 
and vote for 
The Pink Sorrys.
Winning this will help them finish their funding.
One vote per person please.

This is such an important film that these bright talented 
young people are trying to get made.
It is about gang rape in India and if you have not 
been aware of the problem - google it.
Yes, this is for my son and his girlfriend.
They have tirelessly worked on this 
project for many months. 
Big name folks have signed on but they 
still need the funding. 
My kids aren't making any money,
they're just working their butts off trying to 
make meaningful films.

Yes I am asking a huge favor.
It will cost you nothing but a scant minute of your time.
I will be ever so grateful
and love you all more than I already do.
Thank you.

....and thanks to the great chums who showed up
and supported the sale today..
and Judy.... I hate you for the whipped cream donuts,
and Judy.... I love you for the whipped cream donuts.
Have you guys hit PINK BOX Donuts yet?

Walking Dead Finale
Thank heaven for Mad Men return and 
Bletchley Circle
what ever would I do?

please vote, pretty please?

Friday, March 28, 2014

Guess who?

Right below the twinkle star
Orange cap
Darling Daughter
Production Designer

The Curse of Don Scarducci.

 It's a short narrative film about a mobster 
who is allergic to gluten.
Happy Weekend Everyone!
Local gals..
Huge "robe and much more" sale at the warehouse
tomorrow morning.

email coming today
we're going to kick back in the sun
eat breakfast and have starbucks
join us...

Thursday, March 27, 2014


I have discovered that quite a few of you
did not know that if you click on the 
pics on my sidebar almost all of them
take you to something fun...
Like the pic of Ben and Anam takes you to their 
video about their movie
and their fundraising efforts,
 and the Kensho Logo takes you to the trailer
and Blake and Hannah's fundraiser link also.

Hannah worked with Alec Baldwin yesterday on a shoot,
she had the day off from her work on Believe.
She is beginning her own purge
getting ready to move.
Ben is burning the candle at both ends with work, 
their film, standup and the theatre group.
Not to be out done, I now have three
part time jobs.
I worry I'll show up at the wrong one
on the wrong
Click on pics my friends
Click away!

Thursday, March 20, 2014


I make lists....
I write them down
and do them in my head.
and in the car

This morning I sprayed on my
"Happy" from Clinique 
and thought about all the different colognes
I have worn in 50 years.
In no particular order
and shaking of my head wondering huh at some?
here they are

L'Eau du Temps
Ma Griffe 
Jessica McClintock
Este Lauder Youth Dew
Chanel 5
Sweet Honesty
Amazing Grace
Lemon Up
Issey Miyake
Muguet de Bois
Gap ( forget which one)
Eddie Bauer ( forget which one)
Heaven Scent
Rive Gauche
White Shoulders
Wind Song

and I've forgotten  more I'm sure

OK that is hilarious!
Funnier still, is I rarely wear any cologne.
The heavy ones I wore when I was much younger
and now I select only light crisp scents
or soft subtle ones.
In the last five years I've worn only

Amazing grace
Don't think I'll vary a thing

Now.... about the guys I dated..
 not going there...

Tuesday, March 18, 2014


So my friend Ronda and I got
a booth in an antique/craft place
 about 2 weeks ago.
Now you guys know I will shout out about my kids
but I am kinda quiet when it comes 
to shouting out for me.

Something I need to work on.
Jo Packham told me that
way back when she was here 
shooting my house.
She almost yelled at me.
So have most of my close friends, 
for that matter..
many of them bopping me on the head.

When folks want to shoot or see my house,
I am always a bit surprised cause well..
it's just my house..
Or when they buy my creations I am surprised.
I know I like them, but I never assume others will also 
enjoy my folk art.

so anyhoot....
we got this booth and in two days had to
burlap the walls and light and drape it, make a chandelier,
paint some furniture.
We walked my back yard for displays and we
scrambled to make stuff to just get it up and started 
because the place,
Goat Feathers in Boulder City
 reopened a week ago.

Here is my quiet little announcement

Nettie & Elsie
old grey mare
Piper Zane Creations

Ronda of PZ will have incredible pillows, tutus, t-shirts and
bags etc..all hand printed, embroidered and sewn 
right here in Henderson.

I will be doing a variety of paper and sewn folk art 
just like I have the past 30 years.
Totes and Banners, Tags and Holiday

We're so new we don't
 even have good photos yet.
Maybe this weekend.

We'll throw in some antiques, 
a few retail treasures,
but mostly
it'll be us,
sewing, printing and making 
pieces by hand and with love.

I hope you'll support us
encourage us
visit us
and yes, we do custom orders on nearly everything 
and yes, we will ship.

A FB page is coming soon
My Instagram has started up, so you can follow us;
see my upper right sidebar, and please do follow me...
my followers number there is embarrassing, 
seeing as how I have posted a dozen pics in three years.
I'm tackling a huge learning
curve every day. YIKES

To my local pals,
come see us soon.
I'm learning from Ronda the best places
 to eat and shop up there.
To my far away more reason to come visit
and stay in one of the guest rooms.

oh and hang with me here
there may be another banner Gathering brewing..
email me if you are interested.


Nettie and Elsie
the shop

Alice Kae would be happy

Friday, March 14, 2014










Monday, March 10, 2014

Guests A La Z

I love having folks stay with me.
I find joy in pampering my loved ones whether it is a
family member or overnight local friend
spending the night so we can get an
early start on a CA road trip.

I do have a set way of doing things
and thought I would share,
in case you would like to adopt some of the ideas.

Each bed has 2 soft pillows and 2 medium/firm,
hopefully meeting each person's needs in some format.
Two firm shams for sitting up in bed.
Also I make every bed with 2 top flat sheets,
because sometimes you just need a slight cover
 and 1 is just too flimsy. One is placed on the bed 
right side down and then folded back over the top sheet
which is made right side up.
Next is always a light blanket or quilt,
topped with a down comforter or spread
accordion folded so it can be pulled up easily.
This way the guest has many cooling/warmth options
without having to ask the host.

I always place a throw in the room
 so a quick nap can be taken without
undoing all the linens.

Drapes/shades that can be drawn
to darken the room.

Two bedside lamps within reach while in bed
and a place to lay a book, a glass, cell phone.
If lights cannot be within reach then 
plug them into those cool remote clicker gizmos.
I buy extras after Christmas for 75% off and
 use them everywhere in my house year round.

Empty drawers so that longer staying 
guests can unpack, 
and if you are unable to do this
provide a luggage rack, bench, stool.. 
up off the floor.
I do both.

Do not make a guest push your clothes 
aside to hang theirs. Empty a large space for them 
and provide a supply of NICE hangers please,
so they know they are just for them.

In each room I provide:

A large mirror
(no one wants to walk out into a shared hallway
without a quick check in the morning)
books/ magazines
(gear toward guests tastes if known)
Deck of Cards
( a salvation for me in a room if I cannot sleep)

Fresh Pretty Towels
I stack one of each 
washcloth, hand, bath, per guest and 
stack and tie with ribbon and 
leave in their room,
if the bath is to be shared with others.
There is then no doubt and the question
"which towels can I use?"
Vary the style between guests please, 
to avoid confusion, and wash 
or replace every two days.

I also provide a guest basket
 for each room containing
a note saying
"Please enjoy"
and I fill with 
Sample Sizes

Body Wash
(Try to select non gender specific)
Disposable shower cap

Bottled water
Perhaps some snacks

new Toothbrushes,
new Disposable Razors
Small Hand Soaps
mini scrunchy pouffs
and disposable slippers/mini peds
when I can find them cheap.
( frequently the dollar section in Target)
Usually a basket costs me less than 10.00
and often none or only a few are used
so unopened items can be saved for next time,
so I rarely spend 10.00 per visit..

I provide one freshly washed robe per room.

At the sink I provide both liquid soap and bar soap.

In the shower toilet area,
hooks to hang wet towels so that
 they dry quickly and extra toilet paper
in view and "within reach".
If you do not have insets in shower for 
toiletries then please provide an 
over the shower rack.
No one enjoys a shower while holding onto a
bottle etc or having them precariously
 balanced on the tub lip.

You do not have a dedicated guest room?
They're on the couch? Or a blow up?
You can still adapt many of these pleasures
 for your guests.
Make sure you have plumped
 up the sofa/blow up to make it comfy.
When I have to enlist the couch for 
more space I first lay down a folded feather bed
or comforter before I make it up and it becomes a cloud...
"Make up" the couch/blow up to make it pretty,
don't just hand them a stack of linens, and say goodnight.
Provide a bedside lamp and table ( maybe a foldaway)
and perhaps a luggage rack out of the way.
All the other small luxuries can be left in the bath.
Be-ribboned towels, gift basket etc.

who's coming over to stay?

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Alice Kae

UPDATE 3/4/14

The rainbows were here again this morning
and I thought of Mom and this post and it is now
11 years she is gone.
So I am reprinting solely for me,
so that they are both consciously with me today...
just like every other day,
but when the rainbows come usually all through March
I know she is really listening.

Alice Kae and David James
I miss you

reprinted from October 2010

I'll be here in 2 months.
Scotty and my beautiful young Mom.

Most of us avoid uncomfortable topics, shy away from pain.
Facing the difficult parts of life is not a joy ride,
however, standing as testimony to our lives is vital.

It is with this intent that I join Char at Ramblings
today as several of us discuss our Life Lessons.
I have given much thought to sharing something
so intimate in such a public manner, disregarding my "normal"
blog fare but obviously have opted to do so.

Life lessons are meant to be shared.


Alice Kae
Mothers bake cookies, read you stories before bed. Mothers teach you the lessons you need to be happy. Mothers get you ready in the morning, and have snacks waiting after school. Mothers are not expected to get severely ill when you are a little girl of eight, and they are not supposed to spend more time in the hospital and bed than they do in the kitchen or even at home.

Becoming chronically ill before the age of 30 and fighting to survive for the next 40 years, changed my mother. We will never know what her life, our lives, would have become had she been well. My father once told me after a very bad period of discord between Ma and I, that he wished I could remember what she was like as a young mother. How she kept their very modest home neat and cheerful, and we were always clean and in fresh clothing.

The type of illness my mother suffered, required many years of steroids and it was not until I was well into my adulthood that I realized much of her erratic behavior was most likely the result of decades of innumerable medications. Although they kept her alive, they altered her, she became her illness. It defined her, enraged her, saddened her.

My mother and I were often volatile, though never estranged for more than a few days at a time. We lived 2000 miles apart for 30 years yet we spoke several times weekly and during difficult times, multiple times daily, as one or the other of us hung up on the other. We shared a lot of wonderful days during infrequent visits, and I bore up through many horrific days, trying to maintain a relationship with someone who I could not reason with, as she vented rage my way for a multitude of reasons.

I spent 30 years after leaving home trying to understand how we got to this place, praying and wishing and begging for a different existence with this woman who was my mother. I never failed to see her through each medical crisis, told her daily of my love for her, and never doubted that she loved me.

Loving someone is no guarantee that you will treat them kindly, with respect or with intent to make their lives easier. I wished, oh, how I wished, that things would change. I wanted Barbara Billingsley, Donna Reed, I wanted the Mom I thought I was entitled to have.

Within a week of my father's passing, and with devastating and cruel timing, my husband left, and I became a single Mom, struggling with heartbreak and fear and not at all prepared for the loneliness and demands of my mother who had miraculously outlived the man who had cared for her 40 years of medical needs. Thus began three years of constant struggle between two women, Mother and Daughter, both suffering such tremendous loss and having little tolerance for the pain of the other.

My hardest adjustment was the loss of what I knew to be true for 16 years; what was to have been my and my children's future. For my mother, who had been told since I was eight that her life was limited and each crisis was a death sentence unrealized, the suddenness of her life without her caregiver was intolerable. At her death bed three years later, gasping each breath in unbearable pain, came the words, "I just want it to be over. After all these years why does it have to be like this, be this hard." My mother had no faith, leaving this world in pain and sorrow, with a lifetime of regret and anger.

Suddenly, came the realization that there was no sense in grieving what never was; that Mother had done what she could, as she could, and from her view her life certainly had not turned out the way she had planned either. Two women united in sorrow for what could have been, should have been, in their own lives and with each other. The anger that I always felt directed at me was more likely misdirected as she railed at the universe, "why me?" Feelings I was all too familiar with. Feelings I now rejected as my legacy.

With intense clarity I envisioned that other young woman, Alice Kae, faced with devastating news that would leave her to become a different Mother than she had ever planned to be. As I sat by her bedside, holding her hand, I knew with absolute certainty that I must release the life I had planned in order to embrace the life ahead.

Seven years have passed and more often than not, joy abounds. I assume no outcomes as absolutes. My mother's lesson on happiness, unintentional though it may have been, was valued beyond measure; granting me peace, with the power of forgiveness, the power of grace.

I love you, Mom.

reprinted from May 19, 2010

Today my Mom has been gone 7 years. I've been struggling with what to write about Mom because our relationship was complicated. That is putting it mildly. I can hear my close friends saying "duh".

I loved Mom and she loved me, but that does not guarantee an easy relationship. I tried to write on Mothers Day but the day came and went. This morning I noticed the date and thought, it's time. Time to pay homage but to do it with honesty.

Still blocked, I stepped away from the computer to get some tea and as I walked through the living room, I was shocked to see the rainbow display. I have talked about these in an earlier post, but I have never had a display this time of year and never to the degree that you see here.
 The enormous rainbows inexplicably covered every wall and surface from ceiling to floor.

It gave me pause. I have been know to wax poetic on occasion, so bear with me here please. Suddenly I felt Ma around. In fact I felt her screaming "listen to me, pay attention. This is for you. Remember me well"....and the tears began to flow. The good tears, the ones the rainbows bring. After the storm, when so much has been lost, appears the rainbow, begging to be followed to a better place.

Suddenly my dilemma was a non issue. I loved Mom, she loved me. Nothing more need ever be explained or hashed out or examined.

Mom, I miss you, I love you. You would be so proud of your grandchildren. Be at peace, I remember you well.


Sunday, March 2, 2014

Check over at my sidebar Please
Watch Brad and then view teaser

Blake Producer
Hannah Production Designer

They're moving to LA!
All four of my chicks in one city
 only a few hours away.
Z/Gloriously Happy Mama

Saturday, March 1, 2014


I was out in the yard trying to bring the mess of
it all back under control when I heard a screech
 followed by 
tap tap tap
tap tap tap

Right above my head was this fella 
who was not the slightest bit nervous to have me 
checking him out or bothered 
when I ran inside to get my camera.

Now you other folks with lots of 
winged wildlife will scoff but to me
 this guy is a miracle.
I have only seen one other woodpecker 
in my yard in 20 years 
and that was when the kids were tiny.

I quickly looked up NV birds and I think he is 
a male downy woodpecker..
If you know he is not, please tell me what he is.
(I am told he is a ladder backed)
He hung around over an hour
and cheered me up after another 
"interesting" day.

The yard is still not done,
major tree trims needed, $$$$
some disease attacking two of them
 and the guy has not shown up twice.
The pollen from the worst tree had to be scooped 
out of my gutter in BUCKET FULLS, 
with me dangling from a ladder.
I love my shady yard but this labor is just too
much anymore..or I'm too old or maybe both.
Think about all the snow most of you
 have shoveled this winter.. that...... ARGH!!!!!

My handyman replaced my 20 year old
bathroom faucets yesterday but
the hot is on the right and the cold on the left now,
and he thinks I'm ridiculous to mind...
talked to me like I was 2 years old, AND says
he hooked them up exactly the way
 they were originally plumbed...sigh

I made some Italian Mac and Cheese
last night for dinner (pinterest recipe)
and I plan to drown myself in a heaping bowl
in about 2 minutes, and cheer the heck up...

or maybe I'll rant into the ****It Bucket
later tonight...

left is right, right is left
hot is cold, cold is hot
of course 
what's the big deal?

that's like me signing


you'd know it was me right?