On Growing Up Southren…

…or can you really find yourself if you don’t even know your name?

Now my cousin knew my name alright but she called me Cindy Lou in the South you got to have two names one just ain’t enough honey and you got to address people proper with endearments like darlin’ sugah sweet pea words that drip slip slide outta your mouth like the buttah that runs down your chin from granny mommy’s made from memory biscuits tweren’t no Bisquick in her cupboard.

Well I was born Candace Leigh but it didn’t matter none because when my folks the one a Southern Baptist from Florida Cracker and the other a New England Episcopalian High Church Ma’am converted things started to change as in you must have the name of a proper saint in order to baptize this child and so it came to pass that they baptized me at the age of three Mary after the Blessed Virgin in the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost it was Ghost back then.

Now she was a righteous woman and all sure enough and one should be proud to have such a namesake and I woulda been but I was Candy all my life all the way through the third grade anyway until the nuns saw Mary on the Baptismal certificate and that was all she wrote and that’s why you’ll find Mary at class reunions cause it’s a lot easier than explaining who the hell Candy is. the end.

Present day. So I’ve been trying to reinvent myself so I can rename this blog and I’ve been having a little trouble but my excuse is that I’ve had an identity crisis since I was nine. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it. This week has been crazy, and it’s not over yet, but I’ll be back next week with my usual quilting shenanigans. Can you believe that Labor Day has already come and gone? It’s more than half-past summer, folks, and another cool weekend is predicted here. All I can say is, yee-haw.

Losing the light

Losing the light

About icandyet.com

Hi—I’m Candy P. I live in beautiful Northwest Arkansas and write this blog about quilting. I love the entire process of quilting from design to piecing and appliqué, to free-motion quilting on my Janome. I have been sewing since I was five and started quilting in 1991 with a group in NE Minnesota. We used cardboard templates and scissors and did everything by hand. I have since made traditional quilts, donation quilts and Quilts of Valor; I’ve done paper piecing and foundation quilting but now really enjoy improvisational piecing using scraps from my stash or my hand dyed fabrics and making art quilts. I am also currently trying to finish any and all unfinished projects. I am so far behind I can never die. I have always been a maker, a sewist and needleworker, running the gamut from hand embroidery to macramé, knitting, crocheting, crafts, book binding and mixed media projects. I have taught a lot of handicraft classes including fabric painting, origami, and calligraphy, Dancercise (who remembers that) and my own exercise classes. When I’m not in the garage dyeing fabric or in my studio, I’m at Zumba or walking on local trails and photographing art or whatever catches my eye. I currently belong to Crystal Bridges, AQS, The Quilt Show, NWA Modern Quilt Guild and the Van Go-Go Girls (a local art quilt group). I occasionally make it to the piano and the golf course and enjoy cooking with my husband and generally wreaking some kind of havoc with my daughter. You can read my previous blog at Kandykwilts.blogspot.com but you cannot read my blog as northwind at The Quilt Show, apparently lost forever. I write about my current projects, mistakes and all, and often tell you what products I use (with no compensation). I am open to suggestions about blog posts and will be happy to answer any questions you may have about my projects or posts. Comment or email me. Feedback is most welcome—just be kind.

Posted on September 8, 2016, in memoir, Miscellaneous and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. LeighIzzyBellalexxanne Hart

    Hmmm…like mother like daughter. I am soooo enjoying doing yet another round of tandem identity crisis with you. Perhaps after all this time, we should stop calling them crises, and just call ourselves Eternally Evolving. (My keyboard just flubbed that as “Evilving”…heh heh, it really is a smartphone) Perhaps the simple Mutants will do.
    ~with love and glitter

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