Friday, July 12, 2019

More quilting adventures

These up above are my latest nine patches.
Down below we have a disconnected square:

And a pin wheel:

Then we have this beauty, but I can't remember the name for it....

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

I scream, you scream. We all love ice cream

Ok so maybe they don't scream for ice cream, but they do bark really loudly for their ice cream. And don't even think they will share.

The fab four

DJ became Daisy.  Peanut became Blue. Hershey became Dink. Queen B became Princess.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

June bride

What's June without a June bride?

Then there were her daughters:

And I was doing so good keeping my tears in check unti this happened:
The groom gave his new daughters  their own rings and promised to love them forever.

I loved the outdoor chapel

My favorite part of every wedding:

Best wishes Mr. & Mrs. Greg Spencer. 

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Adventures in quilting

I finished my first quilt in early May, but I'm still learning new squares and techniques.
These are nine patches. They have nine squares to make a panel.

This is called a friendship star:

This one is called a Bowtie:

This one is the Amish star:

Here we have more nine patches because I like to play with colors:

This one is Jacob's ladder:

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Let's make a deal

I went to put flowers on Mom's grave and to talk a while.  I can't help it. I know it's been five years, but I  miss her voice, her hugs, and laughter. To be honest, I  still need her advice and guidance.  The love your mom gives you is like no other. So, I  try to make a deal with God. If he'll give me just fifteen more minutes with her, he can sell my soul to the devil. I'm not sure how much room there is in heaven so maybe he'll take me up on the offer. So far, he hasn't. 
You know what's weirder than me trying to make this deal? What happens after.  In some way or fashion,  I will get blessed for no reason. Sometimes I find a twenty in my purse or something that I've been looking for months. If it's not me, it's someone really close. One of my kids will get a raise or an amazing new job or even the perfect house. All of these things are blessings I can't expect, I can't  explain, but I think Mom is behind them.  Logic doesn't play into my thinking.

Monday, May 20, 2019

Eight weeks done

I wish I never would have let Dixie have pups. Then, I wouldn't have to say good bye.
But then, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of watching these pups morph into themselves.  DJ with her little adventurous self. Peanut with his blue eyes and mischievous spirit. Sweet, sweet Queen B. Hershey with his little bark and big boy growl. I wouldn't have known what an awesome big brother Sampson is...

Or what a kind and thoughtful daddy Harley could be:

Oscar would never admit it, but he's smitten too as long as the puppies aren't chasing him. I know they are going to good homes. I know I won't miss stepping in mishaps  or three am feedings, but dang letting go is hard.