Just minding your own business. Checking your email…
When from out of the shadows…
…comes the dreaded “Snatch” monster–feared by alllll.
Ok, not all.
Some.
Maybe some.
A couple.
Oh, man. She snagged it.
Pwned…
The mouse pad never stood a chance.
What Really Matters…
“As a physician, who has been deeply privileged to share the most profound moments of people’s lives including their final moments, let me tell you a secret. People facing death don’t think about what degrees they have earned, what positions they have held, or how much wealth they have accumulated. At the end, what really matters is who you loved and who loved you. That circle of love is everything, and is a great measure of a past life. It is the gift of greatest worth.”
Dr. Bernadine Healy, Commencement address, Vassar College, 29 May 1994
Take Your Vitamins…
…or this could happen to you.
Road Trip Treasures
Took a little road trip the other day with some of the kidlets. We visited–and fell in love with so many cute shops along the way. That’s always the best part of adventures like this–the serendipitous goodies that insist on coming home with us.
Found an adorable “bubble” pattern for the baby chickies. That’ll be coming soon.
Discovered some pre-punched baby bibs–one for each baby. All I have to do is trim around them and crochet some scallops or somthing. I’ve never tried it before–so this could get interesting. I’m game. If it’s ugly–I don’t have to show you. ha!
This is a quilt pattern that I’m sure will look so much better in prettier colors. Of course, since I’ve never made a quilt–perhaps it will actually look better if I get someone else to make it. haha
Found these sweet little file folders in the close-out corner in a tiny fabric shop–while I was wandering around…touching stuff.
This is a felt pattern for holiday felting. Sorry the picture is blurry. I’m sure it’s because I was so excited to show this to you–I couldn’t hold still. Don’t you just love Christmas stuff?
This should help with my SQDD. You know…Severe Quilting Dysfunction Disorder. If not–oh well. It was only 50 cents.
Last and certainly best–we found a used bookstore that had a huge 1/2 off sign in the window. Ohhhh…game over. The bald kid and I nearly got lost–never to be seen again. The titles are a bit blurry–camera hands trembling with joy again, no doubt. We found both volumes of “Sherlock Holmes”–by Doyle, “Ruby Holler” by Creech, “Esperanza Rising” by Ryan, “The Dark is Rising” by Cooper, “Peter Pan” (our next Family Book Club Choice) by Barrie, and “The St. Nicholas Anthology,”–by a huge raft of famous writer’s. Summer could be over tomorrow and I’d still be happy. New stuff. Old stuff. Cool stuff.
I’d put it all away, but I just have to leave it stacked up for a while…you know…
so that every time I walk past…
I can stare at all my treasures–
and giggle.
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Week #18 Food Storage Prompt: 10lbs. sugar
A Good Daughter…Gone Bad?
Several weeks ago, my sweet Jillian packed up and took off to New York, and promptly became a bad guy.
Oh, she was excited about it, all right.
She was very stalwart to call us as soon as she arrived and was shown to her room at the 100 year old Hobart College.
Soon after, she broke the news.
“Mom,” she said, “I’m a Harvest Dancer.”
“That’s nice, dear,” I said.
“And…” she said, “a non-believer bad guy.”
“A WHAAAAT?!”
She sounded disturbingly…happy.
I tried to stay calm–but it was tough. After all, this is my Jillian we are talking about. What on earth would she know about being a bad guy?
A few days later, she sent us pictures of the Hill Cumorah that she will be running up and down for weeks–carrying her spooky torch…because, as I said, she is a bad guy, and bad guys carry torches…apparently. Who knew?
Here’s part of the Hill Cumorah Pageant set where she will be her old bad guy self–you know, trying to stone ancient prophets–that sort of thing–(I assure you, she was raised better than this) while the good guys run around trying to get the wicked people to behave themselves.
The redeeming news is that apparently towards the end my girl has a change of heart and decides to become a “believer” after all.
That was close.
You know, it’s funny…
She still looks like my sweet Jillian.
Phew…