Minding momma

the “City of Bridges”, known for its 446 bridges
March 16, 2017, 5:47 am
Filed under: Life

all files from Google images.

My grandmother was always known for saying, “bloom where you are planted.”  I don’t know who originated that quote, but I remember my grandmother lovingly when I hear it from anyone.

Have I done that in our 4 years here?  NO!  I think longingly of our home at the coast, I daydream of our time and friends in Texas, I count the days until I can get back down to visit Myrtle Beach.  But enjoy the city I’m in, can’t say I have ever given it a thought.  Especially on a snowy day like this one.  I’m not the only one.  My daughter is heading to college at the end of this summer.  She knows how many weeks it is until she gets out of high school and out of this town.  My son, hates winter here, especially.  He constantly asks when we are going to move, when are we going to the beach again, and why do we have to stay here.

Did I cause that?  Not directly, but with my actions, and my attitude?  Probably.  I look at the pretty, postcard, perfect images of the city.  I know they are filtered and enhanced.  Because I look at the city, and it is not that shiny and bright.  But I also see it through it my dull, unimpressed eyes too.  I am not looking for beauty, so I don’t see it.

I live just south of the city.  People in this area, hate to cross a bridge or go through a tunnel into town.  Tomorrow, I have to do just that to take my daughter to another doctors appointment.  I know the city is full of museums, restaurants, sporting events, concert venues, and numerous other attractions.  I have no desire to see any of them.  Get in, get out, get home.  When will I embrace our adopted city?

I must be feeling melancholy as it approaches the anniversary of my moms death.  And of course, as I mentioned, the upcoming high school graduation.  I feel a stirring in my chest, to change my outlook on life here.  It is where we landed.  It is not permanent.  It is where, we believe, God wants us for now.  So how do I go about changing my feelings, and influencing my children’s?

Where would you begin???

Retreat Signup
March 14, 2017, 6:15 am
Filed under: crafted

Today is your last chance to sign up for the March Retreat!  It is a small one this time, with lots of fun games planned.  Should be plenty of space for everyone to stretch out.  And I believe there are only two rooms left at the retreat discount.  I can hardly wait.  I have so many things to work on, I cant decide what I am going t be taking along.  If you are interested, call Jenn today!  Quilters Depot.

Charity begins here
March 13, 2017, 5:32 am
Filed under: crafted, Life, misc.

It is time for Confession of a Fabric Addict annual charity quilt drive!


I intend to make a kids quilt for the second charity she lists.  Both John and I have bosses who are going through chemo right now.

I will be looking at my stash today to determine what fabric I can pull and what I need to buy, if any!  I am hoping not to spend anything on the top.  A mini challenge!

Will you visit her site and consider choosing one of the charity’s to make a quilt for?

Springing ahead
March 12, 2017, 1:20 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

We are celebrating the time change by starting our spring cleaning!  Today, the master bedroom.  Purge clothes, flip mattress, change bedspread, vacuum behind everything we can reach, clean windows.  Phew, I’m already tired.

Senior Banquet
March 11, 2017, 7:52 am
Filed under: Life

There’s the girls.  Senior Cheerleaders being celebrated at the annual banquet.  It is hard to believe we have attended four of these, and this is the last.

What a gift to have been given, cheering for one year on the Freshman squad, one year of JV, and two years on the Varsity squad.  She really pushed through some injuries and other personal challenges to stick it out.

Her father and I are so proud of her for making it to this day.  What a great high school cheerleading career!

My brothers quilt
March 7, 2017, 4:52 am
Filed under: crafted, Life

After Christmas, I was telling my brother about gifting my dad his shoulder wrap.  I teased my brother that I had some of that Duck Dynasty fabric leftover, and could make him one too.  He declined.  Then I mentioned, there was collegiate fabric for WVU that could be made into a quilt.  His reply, well if you aren’t too busy, I take a twin.

Yesterday, I got to work on it, and sent him a shot of the cut squares.img_0178

He texted a big SWEET back at me.  There are 3 prints, 2 gold prints and 1 gold solid, then 1 bright blue, and 1 navy print.  You can’t quite see everything in this pic though.

You can see my threaded needle if you look closely though.  I am hand stitching this one, its my favorite method of piecing.  The ladies at the shop were asking me why I wasn’t using the machine, and I just said, its not what my mind goes to when I think of making something for someone.  Hand piecing is my love.  And I got to work sewing up four patches of the gold and blues to go in between the WV prints.img_0179

I decided to make it a little larger than mattress size so he could wrap up in it a bit.  I’ve gotten just over the first half of the rows done here.img_0180

I am trying to keep it simple but interesting, and hope he really appreciates it.

Cat in a Case
March 5, 2017, 4:51 am
Filed under: Life, misc.


Last weekend, at our little sew-in mini-retreat, Jenns house cat jumped into Kathleens empty sewing machine case.  He was just checking out the cozy spot.

But the funniest thing, he did later that night. After I had cleaned off my sewing table, and gotten ready for bed, he tried to fly.

All evening, he had been eyeballing the tv corner, as he could get up on the end of my sewing table and reach the tv shelf.  Jenn kept shooing him down when he got up there.  She had gone to bed and I was relaxing on the couch when the cat jumped up on the table again.  He went straight to the corner and jumped up on the tv shelf again.  I got up and shooed him off the ledge.  The pulled the little folding table away from that wall and laid back down.

Two seconds later, Onyx jumped up on the folding chair, and onto my sewing table.  He took a flying leap towards the tv shelf…not realizing I had moved the table.  About halfway there, he realized it.  He started swimming in air as fast as his front paws would go, as if he were thinking, I can make it-I can make it-I’m not gonna make it!-I’m not gonna make it!-Oh crap!

I got so tickled watching his front paws grasping at the air before he landed on the carpet, I couldn’t stop laughing.  Boy did he give me a look!