grateful wednesday

A couple of years ago, I wrote about, almost daily added a few more, listed and listed until I reached 500 things I was grateful for.  In addition to listing on my blog, I kept a hand written list for several months, five things a day I was grateful for.  I read several books on being grateful.

snap out of itSomething is nagging at me to start listing again.  Something is telling me to SNAP OUT OF IT.  

This past weekend, I found myself teary eyed and complaining about drinking another glass of juice.  Really?  Someone (read that as Mr. Right) makes me four glasses of fresh juice every single day.  Listen up missy!!!!  We have the money to buy all the vegetables and fruits.  We have a very nice car to go get all those supplies. We have access to a great veggie fruit stand, amazing Asian markets, excellent grocery stores.  We have the knowledge to wash and prepare all of that.  I have the brain power to know the juice is healing me.   Heck, I even get to use sassy colored straws to drink said juice with.  (using two lemons a day, one must be mindful of enamel on teeth.) We even have an extra refrigerator to store all those supplies.

Seriously, teary eyed and complaining?  SNAP OUT OF IT!

I have even caught myself rolling my eyes heavenward & slouching shoulders when I see a daily dish full of supplements.  Again, SERIOUSLY?  There are so, so many.  Yet, think it through, we have the money to purchase all of those natural supplements, vitamins and minerals.  We have the brain power to learn about each of them.  They are working.    Not one of those supplements is breaking down anything.  Every single thing I put into my mouth is building up my immune system.

Maybe it’s my poor attitude as of late.  Jeepers, I am even bumming myself out.  yuck.  I have tried several tricks.   I stopped listening to the news after 9 pm.  Golly, do they only have a big stack of horrid, sad, awful news to choose from?   I have distanced myself from “well-meaning” friends who are grumpy and not encouraging.  I have made an effort to get fresh air and exercise every single day. (why just yesterday, four miles on the bike, time on the re-bounder and 1.5 hours of outdoor yard work).

I have come to the conclusion that  I just have to look for, acknowledge, write down, be grateful for,  the goodness and grace every single day.

Let’s face it, the people you work with, live near, or simply hang out with that are the happiest are more than likely the most grateful.  Yes, grateful is a very becoming trait on just about everyone.

imagesCAJQWT7WI don’t know if I want to or care to keep up with a “grateful Wednesday” segment on this blog.  However, I adore  the idea of trying.

Three things I am mighty Grateful for?  Yes, there are oodles and oodles, hard to narrow it down to just three.  I could start with our grandgirlies, as they are pretty easy to be grateful for.  Mr. Right, our Sweet dog, sunshine, health and wellness. A couple of really amazing angels that help me every single day.  By angels I mean girlfriends.  You know the good kind? The kind that let you complain and grumble.  The kind who dance a happy jig with you.    I could list those every single day.  Two wonderful daughter in-laws.  Amazing grown kiddos.  A new GRAND on the way!  Anticipating a beach get away, soon.  A wonderful sewing room full of supplies.  Popcorn stickers my sweet niece sent to me.  Oh, I have a million of ’em.

For today, I am choosing a miracle of miracle to celebrate.  I am smiling and happy.  While biking, my feet peddled faster.  My coffee tasted better.  I could hear more birds singing.  I have a little pep in my step all because of one guy.  (well him and his surgeons and his wife and his daughter and modern medicine technology)

1.  My brother-in-law, sharing his amazing good health with us.  His eye surgery was MORE than a success.   GRATEFUL for him and that he chose to share the moment with us.

2.  My brother-in-law, sharing his amazing good health with us.  His eye surgery was MORE than a success.   GRATEFUL for him and that he chose to share the moment with us.

3.  My brother-in-law, sharing his amazing good health with us.  His eye surgery was MORE than a success.   GRATEFUL for him and that he chose to share the moment with us.

Man, I love that guy.  I am just giddy with happiness for his good health.  gratitude


I figured it out

cardiganFor the life of me, I can’t figure out buying women’s clothing, I admit to the universe, I loath shopping in general but really dislike shopping for clothes.   Mr. Right is much better about choosing and buying women’s clothes than I am. I have no idea why?   Just a couple of days ago, we breezed through a very nice department store, I spied a fun, happy, floral print cardigan.  I pointed and smiled and said, “what about that”?  He said “you mean the one, that already comes with a Kleenex tucked into the sleeve?” It was his nice way of saying, it might be a bit too “old lady” for me.  sigh.  It is a mystery to me.

Why does our immersion stick blender have a slow and high-speed?  Oh sure, I have tried the slow speed, who uses that?  What the heck is that for?  I go back to using the high-speed every single day.

There is a light switch in our storage room.  I flip it on and off for fun.  I sort of hope it turns the neighbors’ living room lamp on and off.  We have lived here 14 years and we still have no idea what that switch is connected to.

Why do they sew pockets on ladies pajamas?    AHHHH, that one I figured out.

After several nights of rough and tumble sleep (or should I say, lack of sleep), luckily last night I slept through the night and then a bit into the morning.  Good thing I have a Sweet Golden Retriever, who kissed my hand to gently remind me, “hey lady, that food dish isn’t going to fill itself, daylights burning.  Get a move on.”

I stumbled out of bed, tried to pat down my joyful hair and shuffled into the kitchen to prepare said fancy dog her breakfast.   Then I decided it would be easy for me to slip on my winter coat, step into Mr. Right’s black work boots and go let out the chickens.  They need fresh straw and water and a bit of scratch to get their morning off to a good start.

All decked out in my, oh so fashionable attire, I marched across our back yard.  (que the music, praising the angels above for a full privacy fence)  Good morning pleasantries were exchanged between myself and the girls.  Fresh straw, fresh water, food dish filled, a little morning seed scattered around…………all was in order.  Then I checked for eggs.   Hello there my beauties!

Gratitude is a lovely way to start the day.

Fresh, beautiful, perfect eggs.    I slipped them gently into my pocket.  Yes, the pocket hanging down below my puffy winter jacket.

Very fresh warm eggs, nestled inside my pajama pocket.  Oh my goodness, I could feel the warmth through the fabric, like a mini hot water bottle.

So, that is what those pockets are for!  I never knew. 


eggs in pocket



owls, monkeys & turtles, oh my

40 years ago this summer, I learned to sew. Over the course of three months, I made the same blouse seven times.  One had buttons, one had a zipper, one had gathers …. you get the idea.  My grandmother was a big believer in learning to sew by doing.  She would show me one method one time, then I was to try and try my best.

I have sewn all of those years.  I was an Army wife for several years, so you KNOW I can make curtains.  Lots and lots of curtains. Oh and costumes, oodles and oodles of children’s costumes.

DSCN4324I have also sewn prom dresses, wedding dresses,  vests, costumes,  Christening gowns, bridesmaid dresses, flower girl dresses, quilts, aprons, shorts, pants, skirts and the list goes on and on.  I have repaired and altered (no, not fun).  I have sewn really lovely things. I have sewn things for people which I did not care for.  The items, not the people.  ha

DSCN4356I gotta tell you, the most fun and happy things I have ever sewn have been all the things for my grands.  Dolls and clothes and dresses and bibs.  Lots of bibs.  This past week colorful fabric has surrounded me.  Oh and animals. Owls and Monkeys and Turtles have been marching across my sewing table this past week. DSCN4360

…and jingle bells………….yes, each of the grandgirlie dresses have a jingle bell sewn in.  When I was a little girl, my grandmother sewed them into our dresses so we would have to sit still during church service.   I sew them into dresses for pure goodness and happy.   You have to twirl and swirl and jump, so you can hear the jingle bell.  Their mom has promised pictures of the girls wearing the new frocks.  I promise to share.

In my sewing room, I twirl and swirl, create and listen to loud music…….. my world is happy and challenging and healing and everything good.  Sew good.

he loves me, he loves me not

Some mornings, after a rough night,   I roll out of bed all jumbled and grumpy, my hair is wild and joyful, my pajamas are all tangled and twisted, then I remember it’s Sunday.  Almost every Sunday of my life, there are delightful flowers to greet me.  Most certainly the flowers help ease me into the day.  Not quite as easy to be grumpy and cross when cheerful blooms are right smack in front of your face.   The petals are open, sassy,  happy and gently remind me, someone in the universe loves me.  Mr. Right graciously brings me fresh flowers once a week.  The genus depends on the season or time of year.  This morning daisies were the star attraction.  Jaunty  in spirit and color, yellow also intense rose  color with a happy yellow center were waiting to be arranged into some sort of fun fashion.

Sometimes, the flowers or colors  tickle my creative bone and off I go.  Today, was one of those days.

mason jar lidsRecently, I stumbled upon a new product at the craft store.  I have been itchin’ to give it a try.  A package of four cost less than $5.00 and I used a 40% off coupon, so I was a happy camper.  (Thank you Joann Craft and Fabric)  You set the metal mesh atop a Ball canning jar, then screw on the ring.  Add water, then start poking in your flower stems.  I added a sassy country look by tying some jute around the top.  Quick easy and adorable.

I sure am glad he loves me.  I am super grateful he shows me he loves me by bringing me posies.   I am one lucky girl.

Here’s to a happy week ahead!

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.  It was not my lips you kissed but my soul.”






may I borrow your handkercheif?

sprinkle bottleMy mother would be watching “As the World Turns” and I could smell her ironing.  She had a sprinkle bottle.  It was full of water and she would sprinkle the item and then iron out all the wrinkles.  Her iron, in the “olden days” had no steam feature.  She had to make her own steam.  I was a young girl and it was hard to have “quiet time” and not talk while she watched her one television show a day.

I would wait and wait some more.  I knew at the end of her ironing for the day, she would sometimes say, okay, you can iron.  Weird, how she made it so I WANTED to iron?  Pretty smart thinking.  There was a basket with 10-15 of my father’s handkerchiefs.  Some were pure white, others had his initials on the corner.  D A B  On others there would just be a single letter B.  Then there was a couple with a very thin line of blue running across one edge.  My father wore a suit and tie every single day to work.  Every single day he carried a handkerchief.   Each was to be pressed flat, then folded over, then folded again and once more.  Then stacked neatly.  She would put them away in a very tall wardrobe closet that had all of his clothing and socks etc.  handkerchiefs

Mr. Right carries a handkerchief every single day of his life.  I can’t count the number of times while marrying a young couple, the bride’s tears are spilling over and I see Mr. Right reach for his pocket.  It is bittersweet for me.  I LOVE that exact moment when I see his hand start to reach for his pocket.  Also, I am very sad that NO ONE has taught the groom to be, he needs to carry a handkerchief.  More than one bride has walked back down the aisle without a fancy, lacy, sentimental, lady like hankie, but in its place was a plain, white, cotton, man’s classic, simple, ironed handkerchief.

Yes, even while he served in the US Army.  Every day, tucked in his pocket was a handkerchief.  With his Class A uniform or Dress Blues, he carried a white one.  With his BDU’s he always carried a neatly pressed Olive drab-colored one.  I mean that, every single day.  If he has on cargo shorts and flip-flops, I can guarantee somewhere in those cargo pockets there is a neatly pressed handkerchief.

Okay, maybe it is a “daddy issue” throwback.  I love, adore, melt when a man exhibits those gentleman characteristics.  One of the reasons my heart was aflutter when I met Mr. Right was because of his polished manners.  One of the things I LOVE about him.   We spent countless hours teaching our boys, good manners.  Because IT MATTERS!

Good manners go hand in hand with being kind.  Offering help if need be.

“Etiquette – a fancy word for simple kindness.”  Elsa Maxwell

iron dayI have been offered a neatly pressed white handkerchief in church, at funerals, during  weddings.  I have been silently handed one in a hospital.  I have chewed a hang nail in a very unlady like fashion, while bored riding in a car and have been handed a handkerchief.  I have asked for his handkerchief to clean off something on my glasses.

“How to be a Gentleman” by John Bridges      This is a book we have read, taught from and given over and over and over.  Yes, as a gift,  I have included a package of, you guessed it handkerchiefs.   It is a rather slender book, and if I may….the last page reads:

“A gentleman never makes himself the center of attention.  His goal is to make life easier, not just for himself but for his friends, his acquaintances, and the world at large.  Because he is a gentleman, he does not see this as a burden.  Instead, it is a challenge he faces eagerly every day. “

Yes, I am well aware that many make fun of good polished manners. Some less educated, thinking they are “old-fashioned”.    I am guessing it is because they wish someone had taught them.  Just by observing, I see a need to polish the apple so to speak.  It is time to bring back some good “old-fashioned” manners.  We are in need of kindness in the form of good manners in the work place, the home, the movies, the grocery store.  The time has come folks.

Just ask our daughter in-laws if good manners matter.  🙂  I am guessing they would not have gone on a second date, if said gentleman wasn’t…..a gentleman.

Yesterday, while ironing & smiling (because I was done ironing for the day and because luckily I have steam built-in) I ended with a stack of handkerchiefs.  Folded & pressed over and then over again.


you can’t eat an egg through the computer

Last night four people were laughing and giggling and smiling for about 20 minutes.  Two “older” people were huddled around the computer screen, laughing wildly at the two best grandgirlies in the world.  Mr. Right and I were Skyping with two people in Alabama.  I know this because the older girl, who is three told me she lives in Alabama.  Only, I noticed a very slight sweet, southern drawl.  Good gravy she and her sister have only lived their four months.

skypeGod Bless the person ( I hope it was a grandparent) who invented Skype.  Yes, I know it has a few bumps and hiccups.  However, from this grandparent point of view, one of the best inventions since “calm down curly wild hair gel in a bottle”.

Some of the time during our chat, the sofa on the Alabama end was empty.  It just made us laugh harder.  Their very patient mom, asked them to please get back on the sofa so the grandparents could see them.

Right before we were scheduled to visit, our dog wanted to be let out.  So, I let her out, but left the screen door open.  I didn’t want to have to get up and leave our conversation to let the dog in and make a loud screeching noise with the sliding screen door.  At some point, the dog came in and settled herself just fine.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement.  HOLY TOLEDO, the door was still open so one of our chickens took that as an invitation!!  I jumped up and screamed and flapped my arms and shouted and yelled get out.   Then the girls in Alabama started screaming and laughing and giggling.  It all sort of got crazy after that.

We tried to calm down and be somewhat normal.  We asked questions and listened to both girls answering at once.  We got to see how long and curly and beautiful someone’s hair has grown in the last few months.  Said girl was wearing a Tupperware bowl on her head as a hat, some of the time, so the hair do was rather “joyful”.   We got to hear stories and dreams.  It was all tangled up and lovely.

Then I held up two eggs to show them what I discovered in the nest.  The oldest girl laughed and giggled and screamed, “YOU CAN’T EAT AN EGG THROUGH THE COMPUTER”.   Not a sentence I thought I would hear our three-year old grand giggle.

They were bubbly and full of energy and LOVED showing us their “Frozen” pajamas.  Each had a picture of the latest greatest princess on the front.  They explained the princesses names and that Aurora wore an “ambulance” around her neck.  Her mom, gently and clearly said, it is called an “amulet” that she wears.  Oh, yes, she has an “ambulance” around her neck.  Then the grandparents couldn’t stop laughing.

Technology at it’s very finest.  And we got to be right smack in the middle.  Pure Goodness!  Can’t wait for next time. TO  DA  LOU!

grandchildren quote



next year

Did you just feel that?  It was a slight shift in the universe.

I walked out to my mailbox and found an envelope hand addressed.  You know that moment when you sift through the grocery ads, the junk mail, maybe a bill (if you still receive paper bills) and a padded envelope with a book you ordered for one of your Grands… spy upon high quality paper, his and your name, written in cursive?

DSCN4274I jostled everything under my arm, so I could open the fine quality envelope to get to the good part.  The gift.    Yes, a handmade card is a gift.   Take your breath away, hand-made, card from a friend.  The moment I slipped the card from the envelope, I forgot who I thought I was for a moment.  The very instant I saw the simplistic beauty, I said out loud, “I need to figure out what to barter, so she will make me 24 of these for next year”.

The greatest gift of Easter is Hope.

One of the shocking and interesting things that happened to me this past year, was the hyper awareness of the calendar.  Oh no, this could be my last Thanksgiving!  Oh, goodness, this could be my last New Year’s Eve puzzle!  Oh no, this could be my last piece of birthday cake!  What?  A new Grand on the way?   I need to make a quilt as fast as I can!  I ask Mr. Right all the time, do you think this is my last____________ fill in the blank?   I can tell by the wrinkle line on his forehead, he is loosing his patience with me asking.

Once I found out that I was extremely ill, I, like so many others, I walked back through my life and decided what was important and what was poppycock.   I have made excellent choices in the past year.  I made choices to see family and friends.  I have been nicer (if that is possible) to our dog.  I try to be more loving and kind to my husband.  I tell people I love & appreciate them.  I tell my daughter in law what a GREAT mom she is.  I tell our adult children how proud we are of them.  I try and write more sincere and kind thank you notes. I try to live my life a little more Grace filled.  I am more Grateful. I am much more choosey.

I have also made better and more informed choices about my health and wellness.  Each day I am getting stronger.  Daily I fill my pitcher with sass and swirls and vim and vinegar.  Maybe I am drawing from my past?  Maybe when I was a “terrible two” I was stubborn and strong and feisty and sassy?  I am quite sure that was an exhausting phase for my mother.  Maybe somehow I needed the practice?  Perhaps I needed to know that I could be strong and sassy, should the need arise?  Maybe today, I am utilizing every bit of that feistiness to hold my head up, get strong and lean and fit and plan for another day or week or month or year?

Somewhere in my months of poor me, I am sick, no need to plan for the year/s ahead, I should go eat worms……….a slight zig-zag began, fresh air happened, 1051 biked miles happened, yoga happened, juicing happened, people helping me happened, research happened……….. then today, something small yet significant happened, something shifted……….. I am GOING TO BE HERE NEXT SPRING, I NEED TO PLAN how many beautiful, hand-made Easter cards I am sending out.   I enjoy sending out Good wishes to our friends and family.  Easter week is a holy tradition in our beliefs. We love sharing that pure goodness, that Holiness with our circle.

Heartfelt and Sincere thanks to my wonderful friend for the gentle reminder, something that I had misplaced……….there is HOPE.

(I HOPE you love this card as much as I do,  I will be mailing them out next year)

Happy Easter, to us all.



I have a little twist in my brain.  I love to collect things.

Thank you to my friends and followers who shared what they collect on vacation.  Cookbooks, purses, jewelry, books and fabric.  I love to read the comments and learn about you.  Thanks for giving me a sneak peak into your suitcases coming home from holiday.

While on vacation,  I keep my eyes peeled for the perfect charm for my bracelet.  Something to help me remember the goodness.  Sometimes, family and friends give me a charm to make me smile and remember them or something silly.

Can you see the picture of my bracelet?  DSCN4260

Can you guess why and where I collected some pieces?  I spy with my little eye:

a palm tree

a rolling-pin

mickey mouse ears

a cowgirl boot

an “m”

a cable car

a dog bone

a music note

a pineapple

a cat

the space needle

a fortune cookie

a piano

a cruise ship

a fairy godmother

a star fish

an ice cream cone

engraved names

a heart

a penguin

alligatorThere is about to be one added.  Isn’t  Annie the Alligator creepy?

I live a grateful and charmed life.  It is good to remind myself just how lucky I am.




My dad used to keep his golf clubs in the garage.  One warm spring day, for some unknown reason, my two sisters and I decided to use them.  The front yard had lots of grass and several mounds of tulips and daffodils.  Um, I think you know where this is going.  In one sunny afternoon, three sweet girls, were able to make not one, but both parents so mad they couldn’t even yell.  You know that moment when you see your parents face?  The mouth gapes open.  The hands are gesturing wildly.  They are steaming mad, air is coming out of their mouths, but no words.  Yes, the club heads were covered in grass and dirt and I am sure dinged up from hacking away at the driveway and the rocks.  (I have a feeling any real floggers reading this, just winced.)  The flowers were all pretty much mulch.  We smacked and smacked and swung with abandonment.  Three little girls screaming and laughing and sweating and swinging.  It was all fun, until the parents came out to see what we had decided to do.

I took golf in college.  It sounded way more fun than physical education and the instructor was very, very easy on the eyes.  Turns out, just as boring as I thought it would be.  Cute instructor or not.  practice your swing, practice your swing, keep your eye on the ball, stop day dreaming….

Golf is Mr. Right’s thing.  Not mine.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy going to lunch at different courses.   I love walking around the manicured grounds.  I enjoy watching my boyfriend hit a bucket or two of balls.  I like wearing sunglasses and sitting and watching his “form”.  Haha, my blog, I get to say what I want.  🙂

CAM00380So when the topic came up about golf on vacation, you might be surprised that I jumped at the chance!   Pirate’s Cove ADVENTURE golf.   It was 88* and the sun was shining.  I got to wear a sassy sun hat, saucy sunglasses and snazzy bling covered flip-flops.  It was walking up and down and through caves.  We walked around water hazards and beside waterfalls.  There are treasure chests and curves and twists and hills every where you look.  There was a pond and special effects and noises.  Everyone you meet at Adventure Golf is happy.  They are being silly or giving it the ol college try.  18 holes only takes about an hour or so.  Here is the wonderful part of mini golf……….it is a pretty level playing field.  Even though one person may be an amazing golfer and have won several trophies and have many stories to tell….. and one person has taken one-quarter in college and dropped off two boys to golf lessons an unbelievable amount of times…………………their scores end up being extremely close.

I wish I could tell a lie and say that I won by a long shot.  Dang, I missed winning by two strokes.  However, it was close and back and forth all through the game.  It was all fun.  You leave your troubles and stress at the entrance.  Your biggest decisions are what color ball you want to use (I chose shocking orange) and who goes first.  20140402_115809 (1)

Next time you are on holiday or vacation, stop in and spend an hour having pure fun.  Pure goodness and laughs and giggles are to be found at one of those amazing Adventure Golf places.  Unlike the wet, damp, drizzle state we live in, any state with oodles of sunshine and tourists have really cool, amazing, happy, fun mini golf courses.

Come on, having a date at Adventure golf is so much fun!  It is waaaay more fun than the calm, polite,  gentleman/gentlewoman’s real game of golf.

20140402_121305When was the last time you went on a fun, happy, silly date with your Mr. Right?  Happy, fun, amazing marriages that last 32 years or more, don’t just happen.  You have to practice being happy over and over and over.

Block of the Month, April edition

DSCN4223San Juan, Puerto Rico is the name of the block for this month.  I chose a bright and cheery yellow for the sunshine. The cobblestone in gray to depict some of the roads.

Those pin wheel points in sunshine and soft gray match up so pretty.  The order and accurate measurements speaks to my heart.  Yes, I love to twirl and swirl and be silly.  However, coming back to order and geometry makes me sing.  Now, that makes this quilter smile.

When photographing this quilt project, I notice the colors look a bit subdued.  To lighten the mood,  I have also chosen a bright and lively piece of stripe for sashings & borders.  Yellows and more yellows with a touch of gray will make these delicious grays come alive.  The piece of fabric will add a harmony of calm and lively once all together.  DSCN4221

I find myself “see sawing” between bright and full of a punch color quilts to calm and peaceful.  Depends on my mood of the day which I gravitate toward.


This morning, the sun just started to come out.  I noticed a splash of sunshine on a quilt hanging in my sewing room.  Made me smile. Quilting warms my heart and soul. DSCN4226