Tag: Thanksgiving

I am my own enemy

I am my own enemy in every respect. Let’s start with My Holiday table piece. I had this beautiful pumpkin fabric that I loved. So I found my pattern and cut it out. After I sewed a couple of sections together, I realized that this was a directional patterned fabric. and was going to look totally stupid. Pumpkins going every different direction. My words at the time are not fit to repeat. So, I finished it and then practiced some quilting, which pretty much winded up looking like a two year old scribbling on paper. I used it on Thanksgiving anyway. No one but me noticed the disaster.

So, issue number 2. I fractured my foot. Dont know when or how. Mentioned to the Doc when my toes started burning and I wanted them removed (just kidding) and soon I was sporting this fabulous attire (left). Oh joy, just in time for Holiday shopping.

So, now we can move onto dumb ass move #3. So last night, while wrapping Christmas presents, I single handedly managed to shove a pair of scissors into my thigh and then promptly shove them through the top of my hand. Went in around the thump, pointy end came out the top of my hand somewhere. While this occurred, I truly have no idea of the sequence of events. Did it need stitched? Probably. Did I get them? Noooooo. It was 9pm at night and I was so annoyed with myself. Needless to say my daughter and Significant other have taken away all sharp objects. I am now destined to use blunt nose scissors under supervision.

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My turkey from He!!….

OMG, this turkey for the Fall Quilt Along gave me such grief, but it is done, ahhhhh.  Never to be repeated again.  It is cute, but I could go a lifetime without completing that activity.  So, some of it is my fault.  I fail to read instructions well (or at all sometimes).  I went right to cutting and did not Label anything.  Susan at DesertySkyQuilts mentioned that there were labels.  How about that?  I had no idea because I did not read the instructions.  For an educated woman, I sometimes feel really stupid.  Needless to say, when I went to sew, I could not figure out what was what and spent multiple hours sorting them out and figuring out what fabric I had assigned to sections and counting and re-cutting.  I also did this in the middle of things with my sweet sister Kellie, so my mind was not right either.

I am not going to tell a sister story today.  While sometimes it makes me happy, sometimes it also makes me sad.  I am still waiting to dream about her.

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So Many Things to be Thankful for…especially Monnie and the Wool Coat Quilt

I often forget how lucky I am.  Sometimes, getting caught up in the day to day img_03301activities of life makes you forget a few very important things.

I am still here.  For this I am grateful.  I have a beautiful, healthy and smart twelve year old daughter.  I still have Miranda, which at one point in time not too long ago, I did not think I would.  She hobbles around the house today.  For this I am grateful, even when she gets on my last nerve.

I have Kevin, who in his very own way is a very kind man, who looks out for all of us.  He was most certainly my rock during Miranda’s accident.  Lately he takes care of me when I don’t feel so well.  Currently I struggle with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Dystonia.  They don’t go well together.  But, it will get sorted out, eventually.  Kevin son’s Bryce, who is cute as can be and such a helpful sweet boy.  I miss him when he is not with us, but grateful when he is.  I can’t imagine what it feels like not to have access to your child at all times.

I am grateful for my three sisters, even though we sometimes we get off track.  I am hoping to see them all at New Year’s this year, so we can work on getting things back to the way they used to be, or as close as we possibly can.

These photos are of a quilt that my sister Anke has.  It belonged to my Grandmotherimg_03321 Monnie (Uncle Donald’s sister).  She was one of my most favorite people and the reason I sew today.  This quilt is made of old wool coats.  Imagine how warm it is…  The history.  I wonder who wore all those old wool coats?

A big thank you to my sister for sending me the pictures.  I remembered seeing it, but it had been a long time and brings back the fondest memories of Monnie and reminds me of who I am.

At 52, I have already said goodbye to two husbands, both my parents and a couple of dear friends.  It is a lot.  Sometimes I think it is too much for me.  But then am I reminded of all those that are still in my life.  For this I am grateful.

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Treasure your Family