My journal of big words and pretty pictures
As a kid, I remember my grandmother and mother using material remnants to make Crazy Quilts. Never ones to throw away perfectly good fabric, they would create blankets with no recognizable blueprint. My first unsupervised sewing project was to deconstruct several pair of old jeans, and piece together a pillow cover. I think I still … Continue reading Mama, she’s crazy
When I was a teenager, my mother sewed my prom dress from a pattern I picked out, using mauve floral material I approved - think Holly Hobbie meets Laura Ingalls Wilder. At the time I loved the dress, but it was truly hideous. It seemed appropriate at the time, since my date looked like Grizzly Adams. … Continue reading Wash, rinse, repeat
I was pondering what to make for dinner tonight, and that led to reminiscing about what we dined on as children. Here I was trying to figure out what to do with some ground turkey, and ended up salivating over the carb laden meals of my childhood. “Back in the day” there wasn't all this … Continue reading Hungry, hungry hippo
When I was young, my aunt Sharon taught me how to make granny squares. She gave me a skein of yarn and a little H aluminum crochet hook and off I went. i kept up with this crafting skill over the years, teaching myself how to read pattern charts and make special crochet stitches. I’ve … Continue reading Millefiori
Years pass too quickly Tiny blocks and wooden tops Childhood mementos Paint fades, memories ne’er will Kept safe in a mother’s heart
The drawer stuck. It was either from being overstuffed with junk, or the Georgia humidity warped the wood. Either way, Reagan unleashed a week’s worth of frustration on the poor handle trying to force it open. Alerted to her struggle by a string of random swear words, Kevin came into the kitchen just in time … Continue reading A box of memories
Thin spiral notebook 