One of my biggest blog fans was my Grandpa. He has always called me Buzzer (guess that is how I used to pronounce my name when I was little) and would tell me to "keep the stories coming." Tomorrow he can not wake up to see what my latest thought was because he is really sick with tubes and bags and drips and tape and machines attached to his body.
His hospital is near my home now and for that I am so grateful, although sad for who he is not near. I am able to visit, to wait for his eyes to open, to listen to his ramblings. Some coherant, some not, but it is all the same to me. Because he is here. Because I can hear him. Because he must get better.
So I will start now, writing every Thursday, to let you know, or at least remind myself, that everyday is a new day. And hopefully one day he will read my blog again.
Ahh... Sewing is my sweet relief. Time when I can zone out and create. Use my hands to produce something. My mind relaxes and I am able to just be in the moment.
About 2 months ago I was talking to Kristie from Simply Stylish Designs and we decided to make each other the Jingle Jolly Table Runner from the Happy Zombie website. Here are the results. The one layed out is the one I received. I can't wait to do it again. It was a give (which felt good!!) and a receive (which was wonderful!!).
Here is a few pictures of the runner I made for my giveaway...
In a time in my life when I don't know really where we are meant to be I am so lucky to know who I am. When the questions are to hard to answer and the sadness and hurting of my loved ones seems too hard to take I can still go to that place where it is all right. Sewing helps me get there :)
There are some days I can deal with most anything that is thrown my way. I sing along in the car. I have a cherry voice. You would like to be near me. Yesterday was one of those days!
Sick Kid/Dance Recital/No Gas/Short Amount of time. No problem: 7:45 am -Find doctor's number 8:00 am -Wait on hold for 25 minutes 8:25 am -Explain issue 8: 30am -Hold breathe and pray for next available appointment time (10:30) 8:40 am -Get everyone ready (skip shower-no time) must go to dance recital first. 8:52 am -Get in car and realize I have no gas - pray again we make it to first stop, as we are late.
9:05 am - Watch performance, clap, cheer, and hug
9:48 am - Race out of there - get gas
10:33 am - Arrive at doctors, act like I don't know I am late, fill out forms, wait
10:52 am -Talk to Doctor, hold down child while throat is swabbed
11:24 am -Leave Doctors - Head to McDonald's (it is a must, right?)
11:58 am - Turn in prescription which will be be ready in TWO hours.
The winner of my giveaway is Julie from Creative Jule!!! Swing by her blog for some great inspirations. I can't wait to make a table runner for such a fabulous mother and friend! (Of course, all great things take time... I mean, ahem, the runner is in the mail!!)
OK - speaking of time. My brand-new niece should be here any day and we can hardly wait. I made her this cozy little baby blanket.Appliqued the "A" and flowers with love onto soft cream flannel.
Must be off to eat my body weight in chips. I mean, watch the Super Bowl.
This is long overdue so shame on me!! My smarty-pants first grader was Student of the Month for January! As mothers we can praise our children until we are blue in the face but the minute it comes from someone else they finally hear it and believe it... You are great!
We are so proud of you :)
I didn't get a bumper sticker though... I kinda wanted one.
You can't expect me to rave about one child's accomplishments and not mention the others? So here is Kissa. She proudly managed to fit a pair of Barbie sunglasses on her nose.
It's the small stuff, you know. Last day for the GIVEAWAY if you haven't left a comment... ya better :)
On the way to school this morning the girls and I saw a rainbow. I was smiling to myself because my mom always told me rainbows stand for Hope. Without missing a beat Audrey says, "Wow, that is a lot of hope!"
And all I could think of was this man. And I knew. That rainbow and all it's hope was meant just for him.