Never in my life did i think i would get so excited about a potholder….honestly! I have been trying and trying to get some skill on attached binding and having all the corners lay flat, and the miters be mitered….also i really wanted to make something useful for me that was also not something that wasn;t good enough to give away.

Here is a needlelace heart..i don;t think i posted this before, but it is getting mailed in the morning.It will be
stuffed once it arrives.

And finally a mug rug i made for the organizer of the mug rug swap as a sort of small thank you….

Have been doing a lot of thinking about AD(alzheimer’s disease)and the concept of self…not from the standpoint of no-self, but from the side of functioning in daily life….i have heard people say that the person with AD is not the person they knew….in many big ways of course that is a sad truth…but who is it then?
If your mother has AD and you say, that’s not my mother, she isn;t in there anymore…then is “”mother”” and the relationship with mother only an artifact of relating to brain coordinated activities? Didn’t this person still change your diapers..and everything else in preparation for you to in the world?Is she not still your mother, albeit a mother with a brain disease? Is what we are finally really only seated in the brain?