A Weekend Off

After 2-3 months of going to football games to watch marching bands and cheerleaders it was nice to finally have a break.

I picked up the girls after school Friday afternoon and our first stop was the grocery store. They had free reign to get pretty much whatever they wanted and I cringed a bit when I saw a grocery cart full of cheese puffs, ice cream bars, microwave mac n' cheese, and Lunchables. But I only have myself to blame because I'm the one that said, "We're here for you two not me..." After a grocery run I refuse to go home and cook so a drive thru trip was in order. I had a fairly good idea what the girls would choose and sure enough Chick-fil-A it was. It's one of their favorites but they rarely are able to get it unless they are with me or the Gran. We finally made it home, put what groceries had to be put up away then devoured our food while we talked about their brother, marching band drama, and random others topics.

Saturday was a whole lotta a nothingness and it was wonderful. We all slept in. I even got up let the Boys out and them put them in bed with me to get some more sleep. I was about to wake the girls up for any reason because I know they were/are exhausted and needed the rest. I have no idea what time it was when everyone regained consciousness and began to somewhat function. I think I only left the house to run to the nearby convenience store for a bag of ice. We spent the day computing, playing with makeup, Netflixing, getting caught up on our YouTube videos, and cuddling puppies.

The most surprising, well one of the most, that happened was that the girls actually agreed on what to have for dinner and I cooked. I know. I know. A rare event folks but it did happen and I took pictures to prove it. I thought Sarah was going to take all the succotash with her first go round but we made it through dinner. And again it was another dinner of laughing and giggling, lingering around the table just hanging out and having actual conversations, or just listening to what they had or needed to say.

I enjoy my time alone probably a little bit too much at times but it was nice to have a relaxing weekend of doing a whole lot of nothing with my girls not having to worry about anything. I may be in for quite a shock during the holidays if I have a house full of people but I'll deal with that when the times comes and I'm honestly looking forward to it a bit if it actually happens.

Be Creative

I am the person who has cleared out the clearance yarn and fabric remnant bin at craft stores just because I thought the yarn felt "yummy" or the fabric was cute. No I had no idea how I'm going to use it or when. I have several hobbies or crafty things I love to do from sewing and quilting, paper crafts like scrap-booking and journaling, and crochet and cross-stitching. Still would love to tackle knitting one day. I have storage totes filled with an abundance of supplies for almost any project at any given time. The sad thing is that life has been happened the past several years and many projects or ideas have fallen by the way side. However, the storage totes and random boxes continue to follow me through every move because I just can't bear to part with any of it.

However I refuse to take full responsibility for my actions and have all of the women in my family to blame for contributing to my creative addictions over the years. Every one of these women has their own unique talent and have always been willing to help me in some way; from sending leftover material and sewing machines, to cross-stitch floss and fabric, or sewing my clothes when I was a little girl. I have quilts made for me by my Grandma Dennison, cross-stitched pillows from my Aunt Linda, very fond memories of a blue dress with ruffles my mother made when I was in elementary school and I thought I was Laura Ingalls every time I wore it,  a desk that held my Grandma Rose's sewing machine, to the sewing machine handed down to me from my Aunt Sis who taught herself how to sew as a young girl out of necessity.

Myself I have taken on countless projects some good, some not so good, and many failed attempts all together. My own children and family members have received quilts and crocheted throws. My daughters have been adorned in dresses and crocheted hats. Countless cross-stitch samplers have been stitched into the wee hours of the morning to be given as gifts for birthdays, Christmases, weddings, or anniversaries. Looking back on some of these projects I cringe and want to take them back and hide them. Others I am quite happy with how they turned out and I hope they become treasured family keepsakes just like many of the items I hold near and dear to my own heart.

Take a peek at some of my treasured possessions and my own creations below.