This Life of Mine

Most days. this is the scene from my front yard.  A bit of country in the city.

My empty bedroom ready for the selling.

You're Going to Miss me When I am Gone

Only two years old...once!!

Ava and Lynsey enjoy each other at the beach.

The boys...now includes Tyler, age 13...

Five children, four cats, one dog, one ferret in a corn field...

These grands at the beach...a lovely two week vacation.

The hardest  part about being old is the feeling of abandonment as everyone goes on with their lives.

Even my special well loved quilting groups  have forgotten each other:  Covid changed the world as we knew it.  It adds to the isolation and sadness.

Girl Scout Song: Make New Friends, but Keep the Old 

House for sale...OMG..Home where I lived for 28 years, where I raised 2 families, where  my dear man died, where I got old and tired.

Because of the showings, I spent a day at my sister's house.

For the first time in over two years, I had help basting a quilt.  So comforting!!

My sister wins the award for the heroine this time!!!

She takes great care of her older sister.

Not only did we sew, but she made hot brownies with ice cream served on our mother's china.

My sister's stash!!

Boo and Leia at my sister's house.  Getting along just fine.  

In fact, Boo dissed me so that day.  Very unforgiving Boo Baby.

 Tonight's sewing while I Zoom for my mental health.

Men's shirts from Goodwill, cut up to make a laid back holiday quilt.

And so it goes.  Grands now, 17, 13, 12, and two.( added step ones...13 and 4) Love them all.

Me so old and weary...Please God, let me survive the selling of my dear old house.

This Old House

 

My Gratitude Transforms me.

Boo on the back porch admiring my huge bolt of Kantha Cloth.

It was made for Valori Wells. It looks handmade but I do not know how that can be.

It would take me forever to do this and there are bolts and bolts sold commercially.

I think this is a gift that will keep on giving.  Bolt label said it cannot go in the dryer, so I have to be careful as to what I make from it...Exciting!

Some days are good and some not so good.

Hope is yellow today, in the bloom of a Daffodil.

I slept all day long.  Tonight, in the dark, I went outside to baste a quilt.  It was a small one but I could do  it.  My son used to spray baste all my quilts.  I miss that.  He was so helpful.  Now, it is hard for me to cut the batting and arthritis makes it hard to baste.  But, carry on I do...and this one will be done in the next few days for my finish number three of 2022.

I love my new electric Accuquilt. Last night I cut for still another new  project.  All my projects are smallish  now-a-days.  Off, to organize a mess as kids will be home tomorrow morning xo

Sewing Hacks from the Foldline