Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
My mom gave me this plant the day my older son, Zachary, was born. It was in the little baby planter you see next to the very large planter. When Mom gave it to me, there were three or four little stems, and it was half-dead, as she had forgotten all about it in her car on the hot July day. I managed to bring it back around. There is another little sentimental note to add: when I was seven, my mother had a baby boy, who only lived a week. That little planter was a gift she had received when Gerry was born, and she kept it all this time to give to me. I was shocked the Easter after my mom died when the first of the crazy red flowers sprouted!
By the way, if anyone can tell me the name of the plant, I'd be much obliged!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I snapped this from our deck on Thanksgiving, and it's sort of how I feel today. It is grey, cold, windy. I have spent the better part of the day curled in a blanket watching childrens' television with my offspring. I like this photo because you can imagine life where there seems to be none. In fact, I am still seeing birds, mostly blue jays and cardinals, feeding off these two staunch sunflowers.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Found these roses on a clearance endcap at Meijer; perfect for my sister's fall themed wedding! Each bouquet has 6 roses and was reduced to just 8 cents! So I got 48 bouquets at $0.08 a piece, so total cost was $3.84, or 1.3 cents per flower! Righteous!!!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I finally finished the afghan I started for Nate two years ago. Doesn't matter too much...he still wears blanket sleepers and kicks his covers off anyway. It feels good to finish something, and not a moment too soon either, with the mercury dipping down to a frosty 8 degrees tonight.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I loved this purse for many years, but now my clubbing days are over. I need a big handbag now, big enough to carry diapers, wipes, a picture book, and a sippy cup and bib. Gone are the days when all I needed was my ID, a pack of ciggies (okay, glad that's over with) and a tube of lipstick. So I gave the purse to my brother-n-law's girlfriend.
I made the above quilt for my Aunt Louise for Christmas. My soul inspiration for quilting of course was my grammy, a sample of her work I have framed below. I loved her quilts because she was totally depression-era, and all about saving all the scraps and making something beautiful out of them. I think if she were alive she would think us quite well-to-do that we could afford to buy new fabrics to cut into little pieces to make fancy quilts.