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What would the Sargent Major’s Wife Do?

My brother-in-law, was a SGT. Major in the US Army.  Gosh, I love that guy.  Don’t tell him I said so.  He doesn’t “do” mushy.  haha.  When I first met him, I’ll be honest, he scared me.  During those Army days, he scared me more.

Days have slipped by and somehow I am not scared of him or his gruff voice anymore. He is one of the good guys.  He is the kind of man you want on your side when the Zombies come over that hill.

You all know by now, I love, love, love my sister-in-law.

Here is something you might not know about Army wives……they are the “behind the scenes” magic girls.  They are the reason things look & move so smooth in the military.  My sister in law, use to get up at 3:15 AM to make breakfast, so the Army man in her life could have a decent home cooked meal, before heading into work.

She always ironed his t-shirts.  Just in case, he was in his office and it got hot.  If he took off his Battle Dress Uniform jacket, his Army t-shirt would be crisply ironed to perfection.

My Army guy knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be wise NOT to eat anything, I mean anything that I tried to cook for him at 3 in the morning.  Some Army wives just aren’t morning girls.

Each and every Memorial Day, our Army guys do what they promised to do.

They remember.

20170528_113743-1_resized_2They owe their fallen military brother and sisters the respect of remembering. Their uniforms are spit spot ready. Their shoes shined like the sun glistening off calm water. Their brass is shined within an inch of its life.  The smell of Brasso lingers in the air.  Their uniforms are lint free with nary a wrinkle in sight.

The morning before we went to the cemetery, I asked Mr. Right if his dress shirt was ready?  Drats.  I had forgotten to iron it.

For a fleeting moment, I thought to myself…..geesh, you only see about 2 inches of collar and a half-inch of shirt. Sometimes, you spy a quarter-inch of the cuff…….

Who would know if I only ironed those parts?  It would be my secret.

When it comes to ironing, I am not always the most willing & cheerful person.  I could just do those parts and move on with taming my hair into a something a bit reserve and respectful.

As the iron heated, I had “the” thought…. What would the SGT. Major’s wife do?

Oh, I think we both know the answer.

I told Mr. Right what I was thinking.  He chuckled and said, the SGT. Major’s wife would probably iron it twice!  ha

Mr. Right’s shirt was starched & ironed with perfect creases, not a wrinkle to be found.

The shirt was ironed to perfection, every single inch of it.  20170528_112312_resized_3

A perfectly ironed shirt.  Befitting a solider headed to pay his respects and make good on his promise.

 

We are a grateful family.

We remember.

 

 

 

 

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cross stitching, grace, grateful, sewing

soul birds

We all have people in our lives that we want to remember. Deep down, honestly, we all want to be remembered.  We want some amazing story or wonderful piece of stitchery to remind our loved ones of our lives.

Some people touched our lives deep to our souls.  When I listen to stories about people like that, I get a lump in my throat.   Somehow, the heartfelt passion that was shared, spills over onto me and I am moved to celebrate with them.

I came across this new cross stitch pattern,  http://www.strawberrysampler.com/detail.cfm?ID=14537    The pattern comes with several bird choices and the alphabet in script.

I just knew it was something that I would use over and over.  It came in the mail two days ago.  I finished my first soul bird last night.

20140826_162543 To share the housekeeping portion of this project:  I used 30 count even-weave, I used two strands of hand dyed Sampler Thread in cranberry.  It took about 4 hours to complete.

I made my first soul bird for a friend to help her remember her Aunt Barbara.  Barbara was a seamstress and had a jaunty, cheerful yellow kitchen.  I tried to do my very best work in her honor. (seamstress to seamstress, I had to rip out a couple of stitches, go back and make them right, I have a feeling this will make you smile)

I will send the completed cross stitched piece onto Florida.  Then my friend will use a piece of fabric and some filling  to sew this little gem into a mini pillow/sachet.  I will include a couple of buttons and a charm or two.  I will include some fabric.  I will include some home-grown lavender.   However, if my friend has a button that reminds her of her aunt or some piece of fabric that just speaks to her….. then that is what she will use. 20140827_110913 (1)

I would love for this little mini pillow to get tucked somewhere.  One day, when stumbled upon, Aunt Barbara will be remembered with a huge smile and a full heart.

To be able to share in the memory of someone so dear is truly a privilege and honor.  20140827_110809

I wish I had known Aunt Barbara.

In a way, I did/do.  She was the Grace in the fabric of my friend’s life.  Aunt Barbara helped shape and fashion my friend into the kind spirited, talented, wonderful, loving person she is today.

So in a lovely, twirly way, I know a bit about Aunt Barbara.

Yes, we will remember you, always.

I am so lucky and deeply honored to be able to help celebrate her.

I feel bathed in Grace and Goodness, just to be able to share part of this amazing project.

Thank you Miss Florida for sharing your Aunt with me.

When this you see, Remember me. soul