Life has been busy--- I’ve been stitching here and there, and I had serious discussions with on keeping things in perspective. Not always easy when it comes to doing things you love--- like quilting. Warning: On the outside chance this could be my only post this week, it could get lengthy. Wednesday I walked into my office/Partsroom to find THIS at my desk--- complete with snow hat.
Just a gentle reminder from my boss to mail Bambi to sunny California to his sister. I kept putting it off for lack of a big enough box. But I think my boss was telling me to get creative. So I did and Bambi has been shipped to Sherman Oaks.
Saturday found us in Appleton getting my princess the perfect pink prom dress….
Here’s a photo—without the fancy hair and jewelry and primping. As a totally biased mother would say----she’d make a paper bag look good. We had fun and hit a couple of scrapbooking shops and had lunch. Believe it or not I handled her well. My husband told me to be careful at patting myself on the back. But truthfully, I don’t always handle Chelsey and her feelings and emotions really well. So from a mom’s viewpoint—I need to bask in the moment.
Ransom and I are still snowshoeing regularly. There has to be a perk with all the snow we have.
Conversation at the mall: “Mom I need a new purse”
“Chelsey, you can’t afford these purses, they’re expensive. Go to Shopko (Kind of like Wal-mart). They have really cute ones.”
“Mom—I can’t afford a Shopko purse either--- I’m really broke. If I buy the fabric—will you make me one?”
So—with $7 of fabric, a button and 30 minutes Sunday night I made this. There’s even enough fabric for a bag for the next girlfriend that has a birthday.
Tonight this fabric will be cut up for my Sunday school kids.
I found it a few weeks ago In Ishpeming. Photos don’t do it justice. It will become cards for the kids. The puppies are sweet.
Saving the Best/Worst for last. I still can’t believe I’m showing this.
My ironing board that Chelsey and I share in our room. Yep—there’s the “oops” in the corner we had by leaving it on and knocking it over…lucky we didn’t burn the house down. I keep intending to get a new cover – honest. But I want a cute one. I know other people have them, but I can’t seem to find one. And if I go searching with Don I get his analogy that the covers cost as much as the entire ironing board…. He just doesn’t understand…..
I’m getting my Sunday school classroom ready for the next quarter—putting a little Spring in to it. The quilting isn’t going anywhere and those kids are growing like weeds—I don’t want to miss out.