sew grateful, update

Two grands came to visit and brought their parents along for the trip.  We had a marvelous time.  Hiking, laughing, Legos, soccer, bike riding, Ladder Ball, BBQ, reading books, collecting bugs, meeting the chickens and collecting eggs, rocking babies on the porch.

I sincerely hope you have grands to rock and ride bikes with.  How lucky are we??

I did not stitch a lick while they were visiting and the week after they went home, I moped.  Prior to them arriving, I spent time stitching and have 3 finished items to share

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Teresa from kitten stitcher/Shakespeare Peddler gently encouraged us to take our pictures with some of our finished samplers or pieces.  Maybe add the pictures to the back for future generations.  It doesn’t have to be formal, or fancy.  Add a swipe of lipstick if that makes you smile brighter.  Apron on or off, just take the picture!   https://www.kittenstitcher.com/

This piece is the Jane Pattison sampler by Kitten Stitcher.  I changed it into the Georgina Thomson family sampler.  It turned out lovely.  I am very pleased.

20190608_140748This is the “Coffee Saves Lives” sampler by Heartstring Samplery.  28 count linen and it hangs in between my kitchen and dining room.  Makes me happy to have her fully finished.

20190606_210115This next one is by Heart in Hand Design.  Tall Tree Sampler.  I finished it into a hanging piece.  I backed it with tie fabric from a no-longer-needed tie of Mr. Right.  I love how it turned out and the added tie fabric is a very nice way to use old tie fabric.

Today is a very warm day here in Washington state.  An ice cream kind of day.  Homemade, creamy, dreamy, vegan Chocolate ice cream kind of day!  That’s right.  No dairy, no eggs, no gluten…would you like to know the secret ingredient?  A baked Sweet Potato!

The recipe is from Brandi at The Vegan 8.  https://thevegan8.com/4-ingredient-vegan-chocolate-ice-cream/

I am not a fan of sweet potatoes.  Honestly, in this recipe, I will volunteer to be a banner waving fool to support the local sweet potato farmers!  This is AMAZING!

Here’s to a lovely beginning of a healthy summer!

Sitting on the front porch, licking ice cream off my fingers……

In this together, friends,

Chat soon.

 

 

playing life

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We just wrapped up one full glorious week with grand number 3 and parents.

While we love every single moment with the grand, after he is tucked in for the night, the board games come out.

The same thing happens when we are with the other grands.  Bedtime happens for short people and then the snacks and cards come out.

We have played board and card games since before we were married.  Mr. Right played all through the cold Quebec winters and even though we have a bit warmer weather in the Pacific Northwest, the tradition as continued.

Our son told us he remembered his cousin, Brett in Quebec teaching them to put vegetable oil on the spinner to make it spin and spin and spin.  haha   Love that the cousins played games growing up.

I gotta tell you, I have the most wonderful memories of playing family games with our children.  Fast forward and now four adult kids have great attitudes and the conversation is sprinkled with jokes and silly comments. No matter the age: talking, snacks, games………feels perfect. Feels like family.

Scrabble, Rummikub, Kismet, Cribbage, Monopoly, Sequence, Phase 10 and Life.  Each night the snacks are set up and the game begins.

Since one daughter in law is a banker in real life, you would think she would want a break? Nope, she raises her hand & volunteers for the job. She is  organized, neat & accurate, perfect for the job.

One person this week seemed to sit in the “lucky” chair and win more than his share.  Great reason to do it all over again next time.  We keep track by writing on the inside of the box.  Date, winner and sometimes crazy comments.

During the last game night, we played Life.  Our game is from the 70’s.  The pieces are all still there.  The church steeple is in perfect condition.  The cards are all accounted for.  The box has a few rounds of strapping tape to repair some worn edges.  life game box

If you have ever played you know you roll the dice and your piece advances to different squares.  You pay taxes, go to school, you have children, get a job, play the stock market, receive a pay check and sometimes or 3 times in one game, you are thrown back to start to begin again.  Yep, just like real life. life board game

Whenever I play and I land on the “have a baby” spot.  I normally grown.  I have never thought of myself as a good mom.  To be honest, I sort of beat myself up about it over and over and over.

I yelled too much.  I was too worried about a clean house.  I was frantic about proper behavior.  I think back and sort of wish I had been a bit more flexible.

This time, when I landed on the space and I rolled my eyes……………our youngest son, said, why?  I said, I didn’t think I was a very good mom.

He said, Dustin and I turned out pretty good.  I think you did great.

WOAH!  LIGHT BULB MOMENT!

I just giggled and went on with the game (which I lost by taking a chance.  Come to find out , I had more moola than anyone!  Drats)

However, I can’t stop thinking of that moment.

One of the things about healing the last 3.5 years, is letting go of bad feelings and moving forward.

In just one, off the cuff comment, a HUGE weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Then, I got to thinking about it.  We are so impressed with the way both boys and wives parent.  Our grandchildren are polite, kind, thoughtful, funny, silly, incredibly smart, creative, happy, curious and amazing.

We raised our boys to seek out wonderful women to be their wives.  Together they are amazing parents.  They each seem to have found a good balance on being “the parent” and being silly & goofy.

Today, I am about 98 pounds lighter.

We did an amazing job raising our boys.  They took all the good from Mr. Right and I and then peppered in some goodness of their own.

Our grands are amazing.  Their parents are amazing.  Their grandparents are amazing.

Life is good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

pressure cooker

Once, smack dab in the middle of the week before Christmas I started reading the latest Danielle Steel book.

You know the drill, Christmas, many moons ago, back when the boys were in pageants at church, gave gifts to school friends and teachers and were still young enough to be a bit squirrely as Christmas approached. After we lit the Advent candle/s and had a family meal, there was something planned/written on the calendar every single week night.  Pictures with Santa, a trip to feed real Reindeer and of course reading Christmas stories each night. The weekend rolled around and somehow we had to juggle a couple of invitations and managed to make it to all the parties, host one of our own and still take lovely thoughtful hostess gifts and handmade gifts for family and friends.  I wrapped gifts many a nights.  Almost became a tradition to race out two nights before the big day to buy more stocking stuffers.

It all became too big.  One morning, alone, I drove to the library.  I checked out one of the “hot picks”.  I drove straight home and poured myself a soda and started reading.

It was pure bliss.  Not one word of the story had anything to do with responsibilities & not a word was written about a holiday.   I would find time during the day to read a chapter or two.  I would finish wrapping more gifts at 1 in the morning, then stay up until 2 am to read more of the book.

I guess I needed a break.  I needed some place for the steam to escape.

Once, smack dab in the middle of moving to a new home, I decided to sew a dress for grand #2.  Her birthday is next month and I wanted to make sure I had something home-made just for her.  I purchased a card, bought a book she asked for and then I settled down to created the perfect owl jumper.  I put it in a special box and marked the box with huge letters  “SWEET GIRL’S BIRTHDAY GIFT”.

I made sure the sewing room was the very last on the list to be packed into cardboard boxes.   I needed my machine, scissors, pins and needles.  I needed to be able to sew a jingle bell inside.20160219_161024

Yes, all little girls need to have a jingle bell sewn into their dresses.  It reminds them that I am thinking about them and sending them oodles of goodness their way.  It reminds them that they are special.

I wanted to stop, right in the middle of the kaos, clutter, boxes, tape, sharpie marker and create something that she will love.

I guess I needed a break?  I needed a place for the steam to escape. As exciting and wonderful it is to be moving, the pressure cooker had reached its limit.  The steam was starting to sputter.

20160219_160954-1I wanted to make Sweet grand #2 more important than anything else in my world.

I am the luckiest girl in the world to have 3 grands.  It was of utmost importance that I stop every thing and make sewing the perfect owl jumper more important than anything.

It is my mission in life to always let our grands know they are the most important thing in our world.20160219_161034