Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Slim pickins

I still swing by the local thrift shops as often as time allows. I don't find near as many amazing things as I used to. That makes it extra exciting when I do stumble upon a prize I suppose. I love, love, love spatterware enamelware. I don't ever find it at thrift stores though. In fact, my husband found this bowl at an antique shop for a very fair price.  The vintage, toy toolbox is super cute and I may use it in my greenhouses to corral supplies. I made the quilted mat inside the black tray and now use it to keep television remotes. The white enamelware tray? See the little pour spout on the front left corner? I believe trays like this were used in darkrooms back in the day. I think it looks like a conversation bubble used in cartoons. I'm thinking of hanging it on a wall with a bunch of magnetic letters. An interactive selfie station. Mostly I imagine putting my dog in front of it with the speech bubble above her head. Imagine all the funny things she would say!


Monday, August 29, 2016

You know that feeling when your kids do something that you are really proud of?

You know that feeling, right? When your kids do something that just makes you so dang proud?

Back in February of this year, this one said that she wanted to run. She was still in middle school but wanted to start training for the fall Cross Country season. And that's exactly what she began to do. Despite her already busy schedule, she began running at least four days a week. Then, during the summer, she ran six days a week. As the beginning of the school year approached, she even ran twice a day.

She had her very first Cross Country meet last week. She ran fast and hard.

And made my heart leap right out of my chest.


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Can't stop. Won't stop. Making.

Just the other day someone looked at me with sideways eyes and asked why I make so many quilts. It was asked in tone that indicated they thought I was crazy. 

Actually, expressing my creativity and making beautiful things kinda keeps me from going crazy.

My summer was full of making. I'm usually a start to finish kind of quilter. Meaning I start and finish an entire quilt before making another. But this summer I kept starting new ones. Strike when the fire is hot, I say! Creativity ebbs and flows and I just went where my heart lead me this summer. Currently I have four quilt in progress. Oops. Nope. Make that five. 

But I basted and began quilting one this week and have purchased the fabric I need to finish the others up. That's my plan for the next several weeks.

I'm counting on YOU to hold me accountable. 'Kay?


Monday, August 22, 2016

17 times around the sun

We spend a day each year taking note of another trip around the sun. This marks your 17th.

But there's one thing you might not know. It's that one day isn't nearly all that is celebrated inside your momma's head. Many days throughout your year(s), I look at you and feel like a spectator of an epic tale that you are writing.  I watch and see an event and feel the grandness of it. And the smallness of it. And sometimes I see it like a tiny dot on a long timeline of events. Other times I take the deepest of breaths trying to suck in every detail and imprint them on my memory so as to never forget.

I feel like new sunglasses, like a brand new pair of jeans
I feel like taking chances, I feel a lot like seventeen
I feel like windows rolled down, new city, streets and cabs
I feel like anything can happen, laughing,
You take me right back, when we were kids
Never thought I'd feel like this
Like when I close my eyes and don't even care if anyone sees me dancing
Like I can fly, and don't even think of touching the ground
Like a heartbeat skip, like an open page
Like a one way trip on an aeroplane
It's the way that I feel when I'm with you, brand new
Brand new
                                                -- Brand New by Ben Rector

I love being in your seventeen year old world.

I love being your mom.

Happy birthday sweet girl.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Searching for Perseid

We hiked to the top. Took photos of the horizon. Watched the sunset. Put on sweatshirts. Set up the scope. Focused in on the moon. Helped everyone get photos of it. Protected our food from the scurrying mouse. Commented on the toad hopping across our path. Rolled out sleeping pads. Unfurled quilts. Searched the inky, bruised sky for meteors. Made memories.



Tuesday, August 16, 2016

School, (life) seasons and sunflowers

My girls started back to school today. A senior and a freshman. I think that is why I've been so quiet in this space this summer. I've been staring down that freight train doing everything in my power to slow it down. I've spent these warm months watching them try on new jeans. Or sleep till noon. Or get new hair cuts. Or stream Netflix like a champ. I've dropped them off for numerous weeks of camp. And excursions on the Appalachian Trail. I've bought countless ice cream sandwiches. And said yes to every sleepover they've requested.

I've plastered a smile on my face during numerous college tours. And felt my eyes well up when she walked in with the new jeans and backpack looking too beautiful for words eager for high school.

I'm doing my best to take it as it comes. You know. As you do.


Aren't my sunflowers pretty?