The date stamp is wrong on the camera.
Who wants date stamp? Not me. I have no idea why it is there after all these months.
The pavement is there......
Remember the cows in the mud?
These trees are important to me. On the rare occasion that I rode the bus home from school, I would sometimes have to walk the 1/4 mile home on desolate road with wind whipping across the field, NOT uphill.. anyway, these BIRDS lived in THOSE trees. Well, they were evil. I ran. I ran A LOT past THOSE trees.
Leaving my parents but never leaving. Those memories stick. Stick whether you want them or not. Mostly I want them, but I have some I'd rather not...
Like sewing 4-H. The anxiety it produced was evil-mad for my timid nerves.
She was nice, but she was tight. Strict. A family friend. AND, she pretty much taught me a LOT! Thanks.
I hated ripping out progress. I really hated fashion revue? REVIEW? Whatever, it was modeling my goods. Yah, oy! Stage fright at it's finest. I used to HOPE that I wouldn't advance to round 2 just so I wouldn't have to hit the stage again. Did I ever tell you how close I was to being salutatorian of my class.... & the prospect of having to give a speech at graduation? Uh huh... I'll confess later. I don't think my family knows. Nor do my teachers. I think a few wine-night friends might know.
How about that little fur ball? Don't worry, I hooked him up with a more WINTER style jacket. He's cute, he's brother. (Great sentences tonight, huh?)
So, it was a long day in paradise. Kids are Christmas crazy, cookie crazy, cranky crazy, and simply emotional wrecks this time of year. Highs are higher.. lows are lower and I am just crazy.
And have a hobby that is making me very happy & consuming all my time...
No time for beautiful photos ... as you will soon see. ;)
NO time to snowshoe, ski, or look up...
And The Willow? Just sits patiently & waits for meal time, sleepy time, or .... night out time.
(another fabulous sentence, thanks.)
Who wouldn't want an oven mitt from moi?
Let's see that again...
How about that one?
Oh, this one has a matching apron... both in the final phases.
The Willow has a new stocking... focus on the stocking, this house is a DEEE-Zas-TRrRrr!
G designed, I poked my fingers.. a LOT!
How about that little brass bell? Not sure how long it will hang on by the few threads... that little guy is HEVVVVV-Y! Do you know what the A stands for??? .... Awesome. That's RIGHT!!!
While GoodWill-Hunting, I found this 4-drawer, 16 buck treasure. SEriouslY, gives me shivers to find a vintage bargain like THAT! G likes the storage space. I made sure to pack it full of my new hobby before he could get his papers in it.... after all, I was here first. ;)
What's this I see? The little village that I grew up on? Pure plastic 1960 style. Man, I loved this set. LOVED it. Openings in the back for little lights.. that will happen tomorrow. I hope.
These make the cutest birds.... wait until you see them! I can't find the one I sleep with... seriously, did G take it SE with him?????? BIRD??? BirrrRrRRrdDDD??? G!!!
That's an apron. I found my grandma's super super super seriously early 1900's apron pattern. Nothing more than a classic farm apron.. but, so cool to cut these aprons from THAT pattern.
Great photo huh? Here's that matching apron. Lined with the silkiest water-resistant fabric and cute pockets!
Yah, I was losing patience after 5 minutes of taking photos of these things... wasting time when I could be CUTTING and stitching!?
Oops.. distraction! I have a real rabbit fur hooded coat. Boy, I'm loving these tangled adjective-mess sentences with hyphens tonight! The salon chicas LOVED It last night. It's a little luxury and shiny coat for my needs.. but it certainly is WARM and G loves it. The end.
I made 24 paper cranes one day... Don't worry, I wasn't teaching. The conference was GREAT, really it was! So, the cranes are gifts for my students. They love to puff the final breath of life into the bellies & make 'em fly.. and crash.. and well, my efforts last about 1.25 minutes in the hands of 7/8 year-olds. ho hum.
Oh SOooooo LONNnnnneeeLLYYyyyyy.... hehehe poor guy. gal. girl gayl. Whatever, it gets sick of my sweat dripping on it's shinyness.
So, my latest... ? creating custom reusable sandwich bags... everyone's doin' it.
***Yes, that was my first Secret. Glad you stuck around for it?