Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Wordless Wednesdays

Wednesday again, almost July. I remember summers when I was young. My brother, Tommy and I would roam the woods behind the house, make hide-outs among the bushes, go swimming in Norman's Lake, set fire to the woods. Oops! That slipped out, sorry Tommy. But today, so many years later, the heat bothers me a little, though I hate cold weather. Then the heat was nothing, just the joy of being outside and playing from sunrise to sunset. So today, I'll share a few pics of us in the summer back in the day.

 The End.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Made by Me Mondays

Monday again? Wow! Where does the time go? I really would like it to slow down, honestly. The older we get the faster it goes.

I've been working on some dresses for little girls the last few days, and I will share them with you today.

This is the first one I made. I just love these dresses. If I wouldn't look like a little old lady in a mumu I would make one for myself. How lucky to be small and young and wear these very cute, comfortable dresses.
 I apologize for the photos, as I was in my sewing room and just snapped these quickly. I guess my favorite is this one with the geese. The fabric is by Lizzy House. Great fabric designer. Hope you enjoy my little dresses. Now I'm going into the sewing room to get a few more made.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wednesday, I think!

It seems that since I've quit "going" to work, I can not keep up with the day of the week. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is think - "what day is it?" Maybe it's Monday, no wait, on Monday I did so and so, so it can't be Monday. I don't have a calendar hanging in my sewing room. Maybe I should get one. I like calendars, but if I like them a lot, I can't throw them away, especially if they have pretty pictures. I, also, have trouble throwing away magazines. I mean, I was in printing for 30 years, so I know how hard the process is to get that magazine finished, but it's the pictures that keep me from throwing them away.

Oh, and I love to buy books and magazines. I have so many that I will never do anything with, but I have to have them. I'm sick. I know I'm sick. That's the first step, isn't it? Admitting you have an addiction?

And I won't even go to the fabric addiction I have. It's embarrassing. My husband wanted to rent out the old Lowe's building for my stash. He said that being on drugs would cost less than my fabric spending. Maybe he's right, but I get much more satisfaction out of the fabric than I would from drugs, I'm sure. I'm not saying I have experience in drugs, I'm just thinking fabric is better.

That shelf up there? That's just a little teeny tiny bit of fabric I have. This is just one room. I have also taken over the sun room now. It's full also. I even gave away about 6 boxes of fabric to the church to make clothing for underprivileged children. Didn't make a dent! But I am trying to go through it and do something with it, as I don't think I have enough years in my life left to use the fabric. Then there's the fact that if I really like the fabric I find it hard to cut it. I know, I know. What is it for, if not for cutting and sewing? When I die, just do the inside of my casket with some of my favorite fabric. Or just roll me up in the fabric, don't even get a casket, it's okay with me. Wait, how did I get off onto this subject? I said I wasn't going to even talk about my fabric addiction. Okay, so I lie, also. Look, I've got to get to the sewing room and use some of this fabric. They say to live each day as though it were your last, so I've got a lot to do!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Daddy Was a Hell of a Man

What is it about little girls and their daddy? We wrap them around our finger, then they take over our heart. My daddy married my mom when she was 16; he was 21 getting ready to leave for WWII. What a way to start off your marriage and your adult life. He came back two years later, a man in every sense. I was born 10 months after his return.

My daddy died in 1987 at the age of 64, young in today's standards, and young even then. I have missed him everyday for 23 years. I think of daddy everyday. He was a self-taught man, as he left school in the 5th grade to help his family. He was a hard worker and a soft spoken man with lots of wisdom. I wish I was half the person he was.

This is daddy in the first house my mama and daddy built in Clarksdale, Mississippi. He was so proud of having his own home and mama kept it squeaky clean. I never realized how young he looked and was. Why is it when we are children, we think of our parents as old? They are still young with dreams of the future.

It's hard for me to write about my daddy; I don't know why. I love him so, and wish I had one more day just to be with him. He would always hug me and tell me he loved me everytime I saw him. And we were very close. He had his problems, mostly brought on by the war, I think. But he overcame them at the age of 47 and joined AA. He used to tell me, "I thank God everyday that I am an alcoholic. I would not be the man I am. God knew what he was doing."

Every year my daddy made an inventory of his life for the past  year, the good and the bad. Then he would go visit his pastor and go over his inventory, make amends for any bad he had done, any person he had hurt. How many people do you know that does that? He was a very spiritual man, and his belief in God ran deep. He knew he had a purpose on this earth and when that purpose was fulfilled he would be ready to go home. He definitely fulfilled his purpose on this earth.

Daddy grew the most gorgeous roses and planted vegetables every year in his backyard. I think he felt closer to God outside in the garden. In fact, his favorite song was "I Come to the Garden Alone". I love that song and everytime I hear it I think of my daddy. I wish my grandchildren could have known him. I just think he was a beautiful man and human being. He was tough on us growing up, but I understand it now. He wanted us so much to have more than he had, to go further in life than he did. How strange, he went so far in life, I could never equal his impact on mankind.
So, today on Father's Day, I wish you, my daddy, happy father's day, and know that I have missed you so much. I can still smell you and here your voice. I can hardly talk about you without crying. I want to thank you for giving me so much, for being there when I needed someone to talk to, for being firm with me when I needed to learn my lessons in life, but most of all for being my daddy, for being one hell of a man.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Wordless Wednesdays - But I Have a Few Words to Say!

Before I get into the Wordless Wednesday pictures, need to share something with you. I have a cat named Miranda Lambert. Now, I love this cat, never thought I'd love a cat like this, and she's an inside cat, something I've never had - an indoor animal. Well, Monday I went outside to clean her litter box, then went back in fixed her food and water, then went about my business. Hours later, Robert comes home, says, "where's Miranda?" I say, I don't know, haven't seen her in a while, look in her bedroom and see if she is asleep (yes she has claimed a bedroom). So, I think, OH NO!!! What if she slipped out this morning while I was cleaning her litter box? I thought I shut the door but, then I think, well, it wasn't all the way closed, but surely she could not have opened it and got by me. We search the house over calling her. NOTHING! I'm in a panic now. So here I go outside with her food bag, shaking it and calling her. She doesn't come. So I'm walking up the street, crying, shaking a cat food bag, hollering MIRANDA LAMBERT WHERE ARE YOU? I MEAN IT,  GET YOUR TAIL HOME RIGHT NOW! I am now officially the crazy cat lady of the neighborhood I am sure. I stopped and thought, " My God, I'm walking all over the neighborhood, crying over a cat. I've lost it.
Well, we did find her under the work shop. I got her out by shaking the food bag. I must have been a pretty sight, searching for Miranda Lambert! Okay now for Wordless Wednesdays.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Terrific Tuesday

Tuesday again, and everything around here is as normal as can be. What is normal, anyway? I got to see a couple of granddaughters the other evening, very briefly, as they are 16 and 14. So, you know they are very busy. But I cherish every minute I get to see any of my grandchildren. I haven't seen my Lindsey in quite a while, so I think I'm going to have to go over there and see her. She never ceases to amaze me with what she comes up with. She is a very creative and happy child, 13 years old, and smart as smart can be. Here she is at the Elvis Festival this last weekend having a great time, like she always does. When I'm around her I find myself smiling all the time. She is an only child, besides her doggies, Harlow and Maggie, and her kitty, boo-boo kitty. And she's beautiful on top of it all. So, I guess today my terrific Tuesday is all about my terrific Lindsey.

You know she's beautiful, just look at her! (She takes after me.) I'll share a few more photos of her, then I'll share my terrific shirts I made

Now for my shirts - not the greatest photos but you'll get the idea.

That's about it for me. Happy, terrific Tuesday to everyone. Now back to the real world!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Made by Me Monday

Today is the day I share something I've made. This last week I've been slaving, well working, anyway, in my sewing room on some new totes/diaper bags. I have a  few pictures of Two of them and I will share them with you.

This is the second one that I've done, though this photo really isn't very good. It is Hot pink peace with zebra lining. I'll be working on 4 shirts today and will share them tomorrow. I think They're going to be very cute. Nice appliques on each one, so come back tomorrow and see what I've accomplished today!

Onward I go, shower, then the sewing room is beckoning. Hoping for a very productive day! And hope yours will be good, as well.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Wordless Wednesdays - What Makes Me Happy!

Wordless Wednesdays! I'll share a few things that make me happy!
Friends and Family!