Peaceful and grateful today. My son turned 47 at 4:23 am today. How is it he is older than me? I sure don't feel old enough to have a child of that age. Well, perhaps, my body feels it after working in the gardens for 2 hours. With the tragic world events happening more and more often, one needs to remember to pray for peace and be grateful for all they have. Even, carving out this new life, there is so much good and choosing to be appreciative warms my heart. Guess I'm feeling melancholy, yet peace, grace and kindness--on my mind.
Change is inevitable, this I know to be true. A little less than a year ago, I spoke of the change in my life. And since then, there has been much. Sadly, my husband died (Don't be afraid to use that word.) on July 7 of this year. A tragic fall ended our struggle with dementia. Life will never be the same; however, I am happy to have had over 32 years with a kind, loving man. I owe it to his legacy to continue the kindness he shared with many and live life to the fullest. He did and would want me to go out and live. On the advice of a good friend, I hope to get back into blogging. I hope to share my life as a caregiver, grandmother, stitcher and finisher. Finely Finished is growing along with the grands, one of which is driving. Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram, along with other social media, seem to have taken over blogging for many. Let's slow down and share. Opening myself here, I welcome any comments or questions. Don't be afraid to ask. Be happy, life changes quickly.
Just yesterday this little gal was in the arms of her parents and a new joy in all of our lives. How did she turn 12 today?
We are all proud of our families, as we should be. Yet, this little gal has captured much more of my attention. As her sister is in high school, I have the pleasure of spending more alone time with her. I'm amazed at her quick wit, creativeness and intelligence...so very proud of her.
With a smile in my heart and a great big giggle, I will add she is a lot like me!
Was said to mean laughing so hard it's painful. Not certain if that's still true today, however February has been filled with stitching and finishing with a little pain thrown in. A busy month with barely enough days to complete everything before Nashville market.
Perhaps the painful part, would be the times a needle pricked my fingers. I so need to learn to use that thimble again! Thimbles just seem so cumbersome and slow me down. There's no time to slow down!
Just yesterday, my sister asked if I ever took the time to work on my own projects. Yes, I do...doesn't a small piece count?
Hope to take more time next month to get back into blogging on a regular basis. This silly post is not letting me go back and add design information on each picture?! So much to relearn! Before I hit that publish button, I'd like to share my new favorite nail color..."In Stitches"...appropriate don't you think?
What's keeping you in stitches these days?
Be well my friends...your comments are always appreciated.
To my "stuff" or at least that's what the oldest grand accuses me of. While she is a very smart young lady, she is a 16 year old and can't possibly understand the value of stuff. And besides, I prefer the word treasures.
Many years have gone into finding, saving and using my treasures. The real coup is in finding bargains, and yes, I have been known to dive into a dumpster! It's amazing to me what others discard. On occasion it hits me, I have too much stuff (I mean too many treasures) and decide to purge. And what happens? It had a purpose all along.
For example an old frame. It had been in the basement forever until one day a sampler fit into it perfectly. And yesterday, a thought hit me...maybe I could use it for another one of my favorite pieces. Yes! This is why I'm "attached to my stuff"...it fit perfectly!
in my heart and try to keep it all the year." Wonderful thought for every year.
This quote has so many possibilities and I suppose could be interpreted in many ways. As for myself and the Jewel, we are on the lookout all year for each other's Christmas gifts. And as the year comes to an end, usually there's a theme.
As this is the best part of Christmas for myself, I sadly forget about taking pictures. Trust me, the tray and contents, along with the box, were brimming with wonderfulness! And yes, I still have my flip flops on. If you believe in Christmas, you can believe you're on a beach.
Here's a bit of my thought process...something she taught me. Finding mementos on outings throughout the year. Some right under each other's noses. Every little piece tells a story.
Books with somewhat of a theme.
More than gifts, friendships, or relationships of any kind, are to be honored and kept all year.