...and we're on our way. The smile on Stan's face as we set off this morning was priceless—he loves boating and I'm so glad it makes him happy. His great smile is one of his many main attractions. Today he was beaming!
Actually, as I write this entry, we have already docked in Tacoma (on Friday afternoon) and just above our moorage is Museum of Glass—an interesting structure that we'll explore tomorrow. The photo at left is of the large sky-reaching cone that houses the furnaces where demos on glassmaking are done each day.
As we cruised in the fresh air and bright sunshine, Mount Ranier shone forth in all its glory—one big ice cream cone in the sky with a little puff of cloud to it's left and a bit of a cloud "bonnet" on top. We had glimpses of the Olympics, too, but Ranier was the piece de resistance.
I remember the first time I saw Mount Ranier—a hot, clear day in late June or early July of 1969. I'd graduated from college (Colorado State University) with a degree in Textiles and Clothing on June 10th. With Mom and Dad along for the ride (I'd only just bought my first car and gotten my driver's license) and my very few belongings stashed in the trunk, we drove to Seattle for my first job, arriving in time for me to start work on the 16th. That was the year that Perry Como's "The Bluest Skies You've Ever Seen Are in Seattle" was popular and it was my theme song as I waited to hear after my interview for Department Assistant at Unique Zipper Company. To my great joy, the call came, I was hired, and I was on my way. My journey in the home sewing business had begun. I'd had only two job interviews and had landed the one I most wanted--for a whopping salary of $5,000 a year!
I found an apartment with another home ec graduate who had been hired by Unique, too. One morning, on the way to work, we rounded the bend under an overpass—and there it was in all its glory—the most beautiful mountain I had ever seen! Mount Ranier! When I left Seattle in late July for a new position with Unique in the Bay Area as Educational Representative, I vowed I would return to Seattle one day. I did, for six weeks in 1971, before packing my growing collection of belongings for the next company move to the NYC area. I said farewell to my mountain, and again I said I'd be back! And here I am enjoying the sights and sounds and smells of Puget Sound on a cruiser with my soulmate and Mount Ranier looking down on me. I am truly blessed!
Perhaps you've wondered why these measurements are often printed on button cards. I've been working on my next sewing book this week and have been writing about closures, specifically, buttons. Since I knew my editor would want to know what the term "line" on a button card means, I did a little research—on-line, of course! Line (or ligne in French) is an old measurement for button size, according to one source. A 1"-diameter button has 40 lines—but just exactly how lines are measured I have yet to learn. If anyone knows, I hope you will share in a comment.
Until next time--when I'll share photos from the Museum of Glass in Tacoma...
Keep sewing and smiling!
"Peace and war begin at home. If we truly want peace in the world, let us begin by loving one another in our own families. If we want to spread joy, we need for every family to have joy." Mother Teresa