Monday, April 27, 2015

Cutting the Silk

Most of the time I post about my knitting, but I have been sewing since I was a teenager.  My girls were all clothed in my creations when they were small and now I sew periodically for the granddaughters.  These dresses, however, are for 4 little flower girls.  All 3 granddaughters and the finance's niece are in the wedding and I was asked to sew the dresses.

Long a fan of Children's Corner patterns, this is the same pattern used for my own girls 30 years ago. I love these kinds of stories and memories.  A simple, sleeveless dress of white dupioni silk with a navy monogrammed sash.  Simple...stunning.

***  a little Pride and Prejudice soundtrack while cutting doesn't hurt:)

Friday, April 24, 2015


I know after I shared the story of my mother I told you I would do the same with my brother.  I can't.  Writing all last week about such an intense and emotional topic drained me.  To try and do the same again this week would really be pushing it.  I've had emails from people about their experience reading the posts. Knowing I could be a part of your own experience was very touching.

I'm going to leave the second story until next year.  Just know that tomorrow will be a memorable day for me.

Blessings to all of you!

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Yarn Along... I Found My Knitting!

~ Two of my favorite things are knitting and reading. I love seeing what other people are knitting and reading as well. So, what are you knitting or crocheting right now?

Do you see it?  Do you see why I didn't?  Yes, it has been there a month!  The day the knitting went missing was a very busy day.  We had so much going on.  One of the daughters and her family were here and my only guess is my son in law moved my knitting so the grandchildren wouldn't bother it.  Such a nice gesture, but I can't figure out why he would put it in the bookcase. He admitted  to moving it and we had a good chuckle ( although I told him he had to pay for all the new yarn I ordered and the stitch markers I replaced :))))   I am not a very observant person and when I am at home I don't wear my glasses or contacts.  Stuck back there on the shelf I might not have found it for many more months if I hadn't gone to re-shelve a book.  And might I say that Mr. Golfer didn't see it either.

I'm far enough into the new knitting that I will just frog this when I have time.  I want those markers more than anything.  I'm making fair progress on the new knitting. Wedding planning is really speeding up with just 155 days to go.  The invitations arrived and I must say they are stunning.  I so wish I could show you!!

I am still reading Mrs. Grant.  It's a little slow in parts but for the most part an enjoyable read.

Linking up with Ginny!

Thursday, April 16, 2015


She was not in any pain.  Hospice was called and the next 36 hours were filled with tears and stories and many phone calls.  Two of our daughters were away at college and two were in town. Those 36 hours really gave me time to think through the days after.

When Dad had passed, I  planned a full funeral.  He was buried at Dallas/Fort Worth National Cemetery.  It should have been my mother making those decisions.  She never left her bed.  When the Marine knelt before me and placed that folded flag in my lap, it should have been my mother's hands that held it.  I wept.  I shook.  It should have been my mother crying.  She never left her bed.

So now I had to decide how to plan this funeral.  My parents were Christian, but not Catholic.  And knowing that the funeral is really not for the dead , but for the living, I had very close friends and our priest guide me through this second service.  When I had planned Dad's funeral I had made notes about what worked and didn't.  I knew I would be doing this again.

On April 17th at 1:23 in the afternoon she took her last breath.  I was holding her, just as I had held my brother and stepfather when they passed.  Many times I've questioned God why he asked this of me. I've  learned recently to now ask what for.  Jerry and the two oldest girls were present and my oldest son in law.  It was their first time to be present at a death.  What happened next I remember very clearly and I will never forget. I turned to my daughters and said to them," Remember these days girls. Your father and I have spent your entire lives showing you how to live.  We have now shown you how to die."

There was no formal funeral.  We planned a visitation that went on for hours. The next morning we made the drive to the National Cemetery to lay mother with dad.  And then we joined together for a Mass to comfort us.

But one thing happened that morning.  A miracle really.  You may have noticed that each of these posts have begun with a picture of a yellow rose.  My mother loved them.  When she married dad she carried a bouquet.  Ten years later when I married, I also carried them.  In my garden is a huge white rose bush.  It has always been a white rose bush.  The morning we buried mother, I walked through the garden while waiting on the others to be ready.  That rose bush was blooming and the roses were not white.  They were yellow.  Call it what you will.  I call it my mother.

Thank you for letting me share this story.  It has been good for me to write it, but I know also it has been good for others to hear.