Our House/Christmas morning.
The Ranch/Christmas mid-day.
Tim's Parents/Chrismas afternoon-night.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. Sending you warm wishes of holiday cheer. While this is the happiest time of year in many hearts and homes, I know it is the hardest and saddest time for many as well. Wherever you are at mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually I wish you peace.
Fondly and with Much Love,
Dusty.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Worth.
A friend asked me if she could buy a few bow bracelets. I told her I wasn't really selling them but I could show her how to make them or just give her some extras I had made up (after all, the flattery is payment enough). She told me she isn't crafty and wouldn't feel comfortable not paying for them. And so here I am figuring out how to price these little sweeties...any ideas?
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Lost and Found.
Do you know what this is?
It's a Christmas miracle. I lost these earrings 3 years ago, I have searched high, low and everywhere else. I always keep my eye out for them and hope they will magically appear in an unchecked coat pocket. Yesterday I was cleaning out an old bag I had up in my closet. As I opened it I actually thought, "wouldn't it be great if I found my disk earrings in this bag, HA!" I pulled out a couple bobbi pins from one pocket and scooped out another pocket with these lovelies. I sat there gobsmacked for several moments then did a very jubilant happy dance. I don't loose things often (well, my temper frequently but otherwise...) so these treasures left me haunted.
Speaking of haunted, a little story...
In fifth grade, Jesse Melnick was new to my school. His grandparents took him out of public school and put him in private school after his mom committed suicide. I think he had a younger sister, no dad that I was aware of. He, Damon, Gina and I were good friends and I remember him speaking lovingly of his mom in the comfort of our small group. We "dated" for four days in sixth grade when he gave me a bracelet of his mom's to wear until we "broke up". I felt awkward and sad when he gave me the bracelet and gave it right back to him after the long weekend of our "relationship". He and Damon left in seventh grade but we kept in contact and ran into each other here and there.
When I was sixteen, I had stayed late at a youth group party and when I arrived home, my parents were furious because they couldn't get a hold of me/I broke curfew. They were carrying on in frustration/anger while I just stood in the living room not at all surprised but confused at their exaggerated reaction. After I got my lecture, they told me they were more concerned about my being on the road/away from them because Damon's mom had called while I was out to tell me Jesse had been killed in a car accident.
I remember Jesse's funeral very clearly; going by myself, sitting on the soft velvet pew, the chapel smelling like Pine Sol and a faint musky smell I didn't like at all, teenagers weeping, making eye contact with Gina and loosing it myself, Jesse's sad grandparents holding hands, the warm afternoon at the cemetery and Jesse being buried on a hill under a tree from which wind chimes sang softly in the breeze (by the way, wind chimes in a cemetery=super creepy) and leaving the burial feeling so desperately sad.
My sister Shannon and her family recently moved into a new house in a new town about 45 minutes from where we grew up. There is a shed out back where a previous owner abandoned random belongings. My nephew Dawson was rummaging through/cleaning it out and found a little old treasure box. Inside he found this: Jesse's ID card.
It's a Christmas miracle. I lost these earrings 3 years ago, I have searched high, low and everywhere else. I always keep my eye out for them and hope they will magically appear in an unchecked coat pocket. Yesterday I was cleaning out an old bag I had up in my closet. As I opened it I actually thought, "wouldn't it be great if I found my disk earrings in this bag, HA!" I pulled out a couple bobbi pins from one pocket and scooped out another pocket with these lovelies. I sat there gobsmacked for several moments then did a very jubilant happy dance. I don't loose things often (well, my temper frequently but otherwise...) so these treasures left me haunted.
Speaking of haunted, a little story...
In fifth grade, Jesse Melnick was new to my school. His grandparents took him out of public school and put him in private school after his mom committed suicide. I think he had a younger sister, no dad that I was aware of. He, Damon, Gina and I were good friends and I remember him speaking lovingly of his mom in the comfort of our small group. We "dated" for four days in sixth grade when he gave me a bracelet of his mom's to wear until we "broke up". I felt awkward and sad when he gave me the bracelet and gave it right back to him after the long weekend of our "relationship". He and Damon left in seventh grade but we kept in contact and ran into each other here and there.
When I was sixteen, I had stayed late at a youth group party and when I arrived home, my parents were furious because they couldn't get a hold of me/I broke curfew. They were carrying on in frustration/anger while I just stood in the living room not at all surprised but confused at their exaggerated reaction. After I got my lecture, they told me they were more concerned about my being on the road/away from them because Damon's mom had called while I was out to tell me Jesse had been killed in a car accident.
I remember Jesse's funeral very clearly; going by myself, sitting on the soft velvet pew, the chapel smelling like Pine Sol and a faint musky smell I didn't like at all, teenagers weeping, making eye contact with Gina and loosing it myself, Jesse's sad grandparents holding hands, the warm afternoon at the cemetery and Jesse being buried on a hill under a tree from which wind chimes sang softly in the breeze (by the way, wind chimes in a cemetery=super creepy) and leaving the burial feeling so desperately sad.
My sister Shannon and her family recently moved into a new house in a new town about 45 minutes from where we grew up. There is a shed out back where a previous owner abandoned random belongings. My nephew Dawson was rummaging through/cleaning it out and found a little old treasure box. Inside he found this: Jesse's ID card.
Monday, December 17, 2012
This was my view all weekend.
Watching My Littles closely, snuggling them when they needed a hug and when I needed a hug. Like yours, my heart is broken for the families and community of Sandy Hook Elementary School. May we all cherish our children more, each other more. For life is so very precious.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Crafting.
Tonight is the Book N Hooker's (my book/knitting club's) Christmas Party. Each member is to bring a little hand-made gift for everyone. After many hours of freaking out, I decided to go with a project I've never done before (risky). I made leather bow bracelets. I've always been a little shy of working with leather but this project is so easy, I think I'll have The Little Girls make one for each other for their stockings. I used this as my guide.
When I saw this, I knew these little Christmas houses would be a fun way to wrap the bracelets. (I colored them to look like the Doors of Dublin!)
I can't wait to see what hand-made gifts the other ladies come up with and I'm a bit nervous/excited as this is my first Book Club Christmas party.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
The Sick Bed.
When Savannah was 2 years-old we started the tradition of "The Sick Pillow". The Sick Pillow is really just an old soft flannel pillowcase I used to slip over Savannah's pillow in case she threw up. Since then whenever she has a bad tummy ache, cold or flu-bug she asks for The Sick Pillow. She had a fever yesterday and terrible stomache too. The Sick Pillow wasn't going to cut it. So I pulled out The Sick Bed, where I could better snuggle her by the fire. And since I kept her home from school, My Littles and I stayed on The Sick Bed all day. We crawled out about an hour before the sun went down and went outside for some fresh air, but once the sun was down we were snuggled up under the flannel sheets-all four of us. I had to take The Sick Bed down this morning (Savannah is feeling much better), it is a cozy-trap and so inviting next to the warm fire--I'll never get anything done.
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