What Day is It?

Seriously, what day IS it? Monday? Wednesday? Friday? Yes, I think it’s Friday. There are hardly any cars out on the road. I am at home on the couch, with Rachael Ray on in the background and doggies napping on the sofas. The traffic report is courtesy of the Babe, who is out and about to the accountant for the VFW, the VA for his hearing aids, and a couple of errands.

The beautiful new tree is looming over me. During the day, I can pick out the special ornaments. They make me smile. There are snowflakes with photos of the grandkids in the center. A tiny pink Converse high top shoe, from when we found out Becky was pregnant with a girl. Her mama Becky also had brothers with no sisters. Yes. Male domination by sheer numbers. Becky and me, along with my cousin Jilla, Aunt Mary Ann, second cousin Amy, and I think that’s the total of girls with two or more brothers on the Jewell side of the family.

The Bobell side? The Conrad’s had three boys and three girls, the Wheeler’s, two boys, one girl, Burbank/Bakers, two boys. Again, there was domination by sheer numbers.

Back to the tree. The ice skates make me smile. That was such great fun as a kid. And, out of loyalty, I have a Nebraska ornament on the tree. They will come back. I guarantee it. They will. There is a glass angel ornament that my Aunt Lois used to have on her tree. She passed away several years ago, and this is a great memory of her. There is a glass nativity ornament that my former mother in law gave me one year for Christmas. It was so nice of her to do that. I also have a pair of sparkly blue ice skates with white fur around the tops, with white pom poms on the laces. Another wonderful winter memory.

This week between Christmas and New Year’s is sort of tough for adults. The workforce may still report for duty, but the folks high enough on the food chain usually take the week off. It was great when I was a corporate peon, because working while your boss was gone was sweet. You could catch up, clean your work area very well, and do some miscellanous tasks and go home every day. It’s a vacation while at work. Everyone loved it.

If you are home with the kids during this week, they are pretty busy with their new Christmas toys, gifts, games, etc. A win/win for the family. It was fun, too. I did always have a tremendous letdown after Christmas, it was so sad when it was over. Now, I’m just happy for it to come and go. As I’m older now, I love for it to come and go. I love the decorations, the smells, the lights and sights, and the faces of the children. The children are who this is all for. Next year, I’m going to see if I can provide something for kids who don’t receive much.

I want to sincerely thank you for reading today. I’ll return tomorrow, and I hope you do, too. See you then.

The Magical Day is Here!

We are just relaxing at home for awhile before going to a friend’s home for Christmas Dinner. We have enjoyed holiday dinners with Lou, his daughter Beth, and Dan’s daughter Tracy, husband TJ, and grandchildren Addison and Gavin. We have done this for several years. Lou’s wife Sharon was Tracy and Blake’s aunt. Sharon’s sister Sandy was Tracy and Blake’s Mom. This would make a good character line for a novel, wouldn’t it?? Sandy, Sharon, and I were friends. Yes, I was lucky enough to be friends with these two great ladies.

They both passed away from lung cancer, the same kind their mother died from. We have formed sort of a family, the group of us. Lou invites us for many family celebrations. Today, Christmas, 2019, is a celebration of not only the birth of Jesus, it will be the first dinner in Lou’s rennovated lower level of his home. He was among those with devastating loss after the flood last spring. The lake house has never, in over fifty years, been flooded. This past year, the once in a lifetime flood happened. And boy, did it. Many houses in that area are still waiting to be repaired. Luckily, Lou has many good friends and contacts in the construction industry in the Omaha area. He is retired but is what I still consider to be one of the good, honest, and reliable businessmen in the business. He is a wealth of information of how to get things done. He is a good friend to Dan and me, and he was always there for the kids when Dan wasn’t. I owe him a big one, too. If he hadn’t offered Dan a job at Watkins Concrete Block Co., Inc, Dan and Sandy would have never moved to Omaha. I probably would have never met him. So I’m thankful for Lou. He has indirectly affected my life and it’s outcome.

It was a beautiful day and meal. Lou is an excellent cook, and we all had tasks assigned to finish the meal off. The conversation was wonderful, lots of stories, lots of love exchanged. How lucky we are to have spent the day with such good people.

Now starts all the end of the year clearance sales, the weight loss ads, the gym ads. Don’t pay a bunch of money for something you won’t do a month from now. Remember any day is a good day to start a new behavior, to break a bad habit, to make a change that will be beneficial in the long run. Any day is a good day to start.

Thank you for reading today’s very short blog. I hope your Christmas Day has been a good day. It’s whats in your heart that counts. I’ll be back tomorrow, and back at working on the quilt, then the rewrite of my book. See you then!

Magnificent Monday

Today was a wonderful day. The Babe and I had separate things to go do, so he went to the VFW Post, and I picked up my girlfriend to go to a movie. What a life we retirees live!

We saw “Richard Jewell”, directed by Clint Eastwood. It was very good. I can’t help but feel sorry for the Richard Jewell’s of the world, people who have good hearts, know lots of things about the subject at hand (bombs), and are sweet men who take care of their mothers. Everything that could go wrong does. It is very interesting that he is very observant and ends up being correct in his assessment of the backpack bomb. He was smarter than the government. The G-men were pretty terrible. I know there are some who are very bad men (and women). They are nothing like the G-men the Babe and I know, and have met. Trust me, Babe’s son works for the government. He and his colleagues would never behave in this way.

I went to the Target after the movie, and was amazed at the people shopping for Christmas gifts. When we bought gifts for everyone, I was always done by December 15. Seriously. Either I made gifts for people, afghans, dinner napkins, ornaments, fleece pullovers, jackets, or something personal. Always. I enjoyed it a lot. As I’ve gotten older, it’s tougher to crank out gifts like I used to. Not as much time, and there are so very many crafts and hobbies I really enjoy. And now that I’ve added writing to the mix, it’s a toss up as to what I would do for the people in the family. My siblings and I don’t exchange gifts, neither do Dan’s. We have stopped doing gifts with our adult children, and we do for the four beautiful grandkids. Most of the time they or their parents want gift cards. It is just not as it used to be. And that’s ok.

I cannot imagine being financially secure enough to buy whatever my kids wanted. That never happened in my life until after they left home. I started out behind the 8-Ball and was just catching up twenty years ago. I earned whatever minimum wage was in 1982, the year I was divorced. That was $5 something an hour. $200 a week, minus taxes. I can hardly believe that. In those days, I could walk to Woolworth’s downtown and put stuff in layaway for my eleven, seven, and four old. I’d pay weekly or monthly, and get the gifts out near Christmas. That’s what they received. I don’t think they lacked anything. Certainly not love. My mom used to tell me when you finally had enough money, it just didn’t matter anymore. And she was right.

The best Christmas eve I ever had? It was in about 1986, I had sold our family home, and I rented a house near 84th Street and the Interstate. My younger kids were picked up by their Dad, the oldest who was 15, did not want to go. He stayed at his friend’s house, and missed the 5:30 p.m. pickup. His dad made his brother and sister tell him where the friend lived, so he stopped by there on the way. Frank, Jr., was so embarrassed, he wanted to die. I don’t blame him. You just don’t embarrass your fifteen year old. Ever. When I picked him up, he said he wanted McDonald’s for dinner, so we went there. As we ate burgers and fries, he told me how he wanted to do things in life that were different than his dad wanted him to do. He expressed his opinions about things, told me he’d rather not go visit his dad, and I told him his thoughts and needs should be acknowledged. He was fifteen, after all. We had a wonderful time together as time went on, and one thing I really miss is going Christmas shopping with him. We would shop for hours for his brother and sister, and have lunch, and go to Menard’s for more or new decorations, it was so much fun. I miss those times to this day. It just hasn’t been the same.

So now, in 2019, as we near 2020, the Babe and I have two grandsons, and two granddaughters. We love them all. Two live in town, two live out of town. We wish we could spend holidays with them all and their parents. It just is not possible. As life is, we are here, and they are not. They do their thing, we do ours. It’s substantially different than I ever thought it would be. And that’s ok, too.

The reality of this changed world we live in is we sometimes need to give up on our dreams and hopes of how life should be. We need to take it as it goes. That is very hard to do. Once we relax into a different normal, it’s ok. It seems like normal because it is, it’s our new normal. And we need to embrace that whoever we are, and wherever we are. And I finally have this year, at least I think I have right now. It could change twenty four hours from now, but for now, it needs to be different than I always imagined. We will all be all right.

Just so we make an attempt

Yes, an attempt. We need to admit things will be different. That is not always bad. Sometimes it’s very good.

And today, as I purchased my $52.00 of groceries at Target, I was glad I wasn’t buying last minute gifts, things I forgot, or things unexpected company might like if they happen to stop by. I bought a card for the Babe, and that was it. Bagels and Yogurt. That’s it. No stress.

No muss, no fuss. Do I wish all the kids were coming home? Heck yes. But since they are not, they will probably be in their own homes, where it’s familiar for their kids. That’s what Christmas is, it’s for the kids. Not for we adults. I may be way off base, but I’m delighted with what we have. At least for now. We love them all, and love that they can handle their own families. We raised them to do that. Way to go!

Thank you for reading today. I will be here tomorrow, when it’s really Christmas Eve. I hope you will be as well. It’s kind of a big deal. We’ll talk about that. See you then!

Superb Sunday

This was indeed, a superb Sunday before Christmas. We didn’t have to be out with the masses shopping for last minute gifts, but we were able to use our mad Ninja skills and help our cousins, Rob and Joleen, a/k/a Father Christmas and Mrs. Claus, to pay a visit to our 90 year old Mom before the old boy gets too busy in a couple of days. It was great to surprise her, she enjoyed it a lot.

Mom, Father Christmas, and Joleen
Father Christmas, his wife, and Baby Brother Tim
Father Christmas looking all regal

Joleen is my cousin on Mom’s side of the family. Our mothers were sisters. Aunt Judy died a couple of years ago. Both of Joleen’s parents died within a few months of each other, and that was difficult for her. Her folks were good to all of us nieces and nephews, and we are grateful to have been close when we were growing up. I was older, so I usually babysat everyone, so that was quite different than growing up as a peer or playmate. I was another authority figure to most of my cousins. One said he always wanted to call me “Aunt Kathy”, because he knew I was close to his mom. His mom just died in October. I miss all my aunts.

Mom’s family had quite a few characters in it. And like many families, there were a slug of cousins who were the same age. At one time, my mom, her aunt, and her cousin were all pregnant, and 1951 saw three more males born into the family. Mom’s Mother, Grandma Bobell, always said when more boy babies were born, there would be another war in fifteen to twenty years. Sure enough, Vietnam reared it’s ugly head in the 1960’s. Has anyone else ever heard that? I’ll have to do some research on that subject and let you know. It could be old wives tales or just how population increases, but I though it sounded like the truth. Grandma could really sell a bill of goods, let me tell you. She was pretty funny. She passed away just before my dad did, in 1988.

Rob and Joleen had another engagement after they left Mom’s house. They were going to a NICU, at the request of a grandmother, who wanted her tiny, new grandbaby to see Santa. It was beautiful to hear them say they weren’t sure what the situation was with the baby. They have raised two daughters, and I’m sure they’ll give not only the little angel some comfort and love, they will do it for the baby, parents, and grandparents. Just like they did for my mom. This is what good people do for others at this time of year. Spread blessings even though they are not sure what to do. Just by being there, it says everything. It’s how Jesus wants us to be. I only hope I remember that the next time I’m angry, or the next time I’m too tired, or the next time someone hurts me. I want to respond with love. And patience, and understanding. I have a long way to go. We all do!

I hope this evening finds you safe, warm, and full of love. Thank you so much for reading this, the last Sunday before Christmas. I will be here again tomorrow, and I hope to meet up with you, too.

Suburban Saturday

Maybe Gretna, Nebraska isn’t considered a suburb, since it is it’s own little town. We don’t associate closely with Omaha, or Papillion and LaVista, so I suppose I should have titled this Small Town Saturday. The gist of it is, I’m snug at home, working on a quilt that has a darling scene on it. After it’s gifted, I will make sure to post the finished project. It’s a labor of love. Tomorrow, if time permits, I will begin quilting it.

I simply love to create things. Whether it’s with words or fabrics and thread, I love the whole process. My parents instilled in all of us a great imagination. Some of that, I believe, is from reading. Reading in and of itself helps create things in your imagination, your mind. Whenever I read a book as a child, I usually pictured scenes in my head. The characters were real people. Sometimes, the people resembled the characters in television shows or movies we saw. It was my brain, making something concrete out of something in my imagination, that happened to come from a book. Maybe that is why I still love fiction to this day. To think next year, I will see my name on the spine of a book I wrote is a thrill beyond belief. It won’t be without hard work. My goal is to get the process of writing so ingrained in me that it will be similar to doing a large quilting project, or a remodeling project. I’ve done lots of those over the years. When I was a single mom, it’s how my sons learned to use power tools, and make things. I had learned from watching my dad, and was able to teach them some basics, and with the help of shop class (before schools did away with it).

While I was working on my project today, it occurs to me to be mindful of those who dread the thought of Christmas. There are many, many people who are alone this year. I have been in that position, and it is hard. Yes, I had my children, but it was not the same as having an adult man to be in a relationship with. God blessed me with the Babe, and he even asked me to marry him on Christmas Eve, 1997. I couldn’t make that up. It was wonderful.

Some folks aren’t happy with their lives for one reason or another. Other folks need to make major changes in their lives to have a chance at staying alive until this time next year. Obesity, Alcoholism, Smoking, are all conditions people have control over. Their lives are dependent on it. All around us are people who are not secure in their lives and situations. Jobs can be unstable. Homelessness abounds. Children are cold and hungry. Women (and men) can be afraid of their partners. Abuse, both physical and verbal, is so rampant in life today, we cannot continue to turn a blind eye to situations in front of us. Find a way to become involved to help people who cannot escape these situations on their own.

My brothers have worked out with a cousin to surprise my mom tomorrow afternoon. You’ll see it here, I think we may render the old girl speechless, which is quite a task. Good job, brothers! Can’t wait to share it with you all.

Keep your spirits up this next week. If the holidays are hard for you, take heart. They are hard for me, too. I’ll tell that story later. It’s another one you cannot make up. I like to think of soldiers who are away from home, and hope they know how we appreciate their sacrifices. It’s tough on a family to be separated at times of family celebrations. We are such a great country because of our soldiers, who have kept us free all these years. Thank you all for your service.

First responders, nurses, doctors, workers in nursing homes, hospital workers, anyone in the service industries, know we are grateful for what you do. These are usually thankless jobs. Make sure to thank those who perform these duties.

Thank you for reading today. Let’s meet again tomorrow, and you can hear about our surprise for our 90 year old mother. I’ll be here, I really hope you are.

Finally Friday

I am so blessed. Dan and I have been married for twenty-one years. Prior to that, I was divorced for sixteen years. My ex husband had a huge family, since he was the middle of seven children. We actually babysat some of the older nieces and nephews in our early dating and marriage. Some were in high school when we divorced.

Some of the nieces send us Christmas cards. I feel so lucky to receive this mail from them! I can hardly believe their children are so grown and handsome, and the girls themselves are women of strength and spirit. I thank God for those continued relationships even after all these years. Christmas bears gifts of the type you least expect. And those are the best surprises!

Today was another day working on the quilting project I’m finishing for a friend. The deadline is whenever it’s finished, and that will be before January 1, 2020, so I’m not concerned about anything. It’s good not to be stressed during this busy week.

I’m hoping all of you stay well during the next week, too. I hear the flu is at high in Nebraska, based on the number of prescriptions for flu filled at Walgreens. Isn’t it interesting how data is collected sometimes? I wonder how their figures are broken out by age and sex? Have these people had flu shots?? I hope they all recover with no further complications. Flu can be such a wretched disease. The Babe and I are no longer in the “under 65” age category, so we are in more danger of being very ill. Yes, give us the big flu shot, and the jumbo shingles shot, too. Anything else you have for people of a certain age? Sign us up.

Yes, the time is getting shorter before Christmas. I only have two gifts to wrap, for Gavin, and I hope we have enough wrapping left to do those two gifts. I do wish we had more to wrap, it wasn’t a bad task overall. It used to take me a couple of nights (very late at night) to wrap gifts when the kids were still at home.

If you are driving to where you will be celebrating Christmas, please be careful. In the Omaha, Nebraska area alone, there have been several fatal accidents. Many were folks not wearing seat belts, some were speeding and using alcohol, some were due to weather. Please be careful as you travel, we want you back home safe and sound.

Once again, thank you so much for reading today. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. And I’ll see you back here tomorrow. One day closer! Have a good evening.

Looking Ahead

Three of Symbols of What I Plan to Do More Of in 2020.

The great debate will begin soon about what your New Year’s Resolution will be. Losing weight, quit smoking, work out more, you know, the usual stuff people resolve or “give up” if you’re Catholic and do Lent or Advent.

Would it make more sense to decide to change yourself or your habits?? Maybe it would become more of a permanent thing. A lifestyle change. Nothing trendy or hit or miss. The three ornaments I shared at the top of this blog are symbols of how I would like to spend more time next year. First, is read more, and sell books next year. I have been in contact with my editor friend, and we will proceed together with edit/rewrites on my novel. It will be a learning experience, and I’m glad to have a friend for guidance. Her name is Sam and we met through the Nebraska Writer’s Guild Fall Conference. Nice woman, I will learn well from her. There are other books very close to being ready to publish, and with God’s grace, I will publish them next year also.

Second, I plan to make more time for quilting and sewing. One of the ways we waste time the most (and I am guilty as charged) is on our smart phones. Yes, I’ll play crosswords, word games, endless games of solitaire, and read Facebook until my eyes ache. And then not have time to work on a project I’d been planning to start for a month or two. In the past two years, I’ve joined a challenge through All People Quilt. It’s called a UFO Busting Challenge. In the quilting world, there is a term “UFO” to described all of our Unfinished Objects (a/k/a/ quilts). I have so many of them. So many. My group is culled because of working on a certain project each month until they’re finished. Some make it to be finished, others do not. But, they’re all closer that they were. I can share those too, once I make up the list for 2020.

Third, I plan to continue writing often, in addition to the daily blog. I can tell that some days the blog is good, some days not as good. General mood, level of enthusiasm, and topic all make for a good or fair blog. I deeply appreciate you all coming back day to day, and having the interest to continue doing so.

Right now, we are waiting for Gavin to come over to spend the night. Do you have fond memories of spending the night at your grandparents? I do. Sometimes it was with a cousin, other times it was alone. It was wonderful! Hoping he has good memories after he’s grown up. I’ll be here again tomorrow, I hope to see you then. Thank you!

Mom’s Addicted to Christmas

On this cold, windy Tuesday evening, we’re snuggled together around the Christmas tree and evening news. The Babe and I both went separate directions today. He had some VFW business to tend to, I needed to take my mom to Hobby Lobby and a couple other places for her last gift cards. She was eager to get out. When you’re 90 and don’t drive, I can understand that.

But to Hobby Lobby?? For Christmas decorations?? This woman begins decorating in October. No kidding. One year she had sixteen trees in her two story, eight room home. At least three five foot or taller trees on the first floor, and one in each of the four bedrooms upstairs. Nothing in the bathrooms, thank goodness. Every year she swears she’s downsizing the decorations. She works very long to string the lights and it’s hard on grey days with her vision problems. She claims she’s half blind, I believe the correct phrase is low vision from a stroke three years ago. She is quite fortunate she did not have any others yet. Its a good thing she voluntarily gave up driving, as it was making her too anxious. I’m glad she gave it up.

As soon as the decorations hit the shelves, she’s wanting to look. Over the past few years, we have scoured the aisles of Shopko (now closed), Hobby Lobby (several trips there every season), Menards (they have always had great decorations), and wherever else she can think. She’s never been to WalMart or Target, so we’re safe from them so far. She started collecting Moose about ten years ago. Her sisters went in together and got her a lighted moose for the yard for her Christmas gift that year.

Mom’s sister Judy called me about it, and the Babe and I happened to be in Menard’s on a Sunday shopping. They had the moose, so I picked it up for them. I was commissioned to take it to her house and assemble it in her living room while she was gone. (She still drove then and was usually gone on Monday). I stole into the house, and it appeared the house was deserted. I set to work.

As I opened the box and connected things to set him up, I heard her voice say, “What do you think you’re doing”? She was upstairs yelling downstairs. I said “Nothing”. She was yelling at the cat, not me. Good old Catholic guilt still has it’s grip on me. She stayed home that Monday because she was tired. She loved the Moose.

Mom’s sisters all loved Christmas decorating. They all did their homes up beautifully. They got together when they all lived in Omaha. Gatherings slowed when one moved to Arkansas thirty years ago. Their mother had passed, one moved away, leaving the three. They gathered when they could, taking turns at each other’s homes. This past October, Mom’s last sister died of cancer, so she is the lone survivor of their family. She is the oldest. Still decorating for all the sisters and their mother.

I’m glad they all loved decorating for Christmas. It means that despite losing their father to a sudden heart attack on Christmas Eve in 1964, they did not adopt the Bah Humbug attitude towards one of the most beautiful seasons there is. The one where we all receive the gift of eternal life through the birth of Jesus. They all carried on for their children and husbands, and their Mother. She lived until 1988, and saw many happy Christmases after losing her husband.

I introduced Mom to Jim Shore a number of years ago. And she had quite a collection of his Santa Clauses. Each is unique, from a different country, and in Jim Shore’s unique workmanship. His figures are dressed in clothing that has quilt blocks in them. Here is a sample of her display.

I am planning on releasing several books next year. One will be the story of losing Grandpa on Christmas Eve when I was twelve years old. I have a friend who experienced the same thing at the same age, and he is my co-author. It will tell a story of dealing with something terrible, and making good come from it. I know you will like it.

Thank you for reading today. Keep decorating and be kind to people you encounter. They may be experiencing some really difficult times. I will be back tomorrow, and I hope you are, too.

Magnificent Monday!

The sun is shining despite some gale force winds and a flurry of snow this morning. I’m so glad I can stay in today, finishing my decorating (maybe) unless I start looking at storage boxes in our basement and rediscover fun stuff. I think Addison remembers a lot from years ago, but maybe not. Surprises are fun.

Talking about surprises, I moved a box of CD’s and saw this one on top. Playing it now. This was such a good one! So, with the help of Eric Clapton, I’m going to get a lot done today, providing the dogs are good and my achy, breaky body holds up.

Eric Clapton. One of the best.

A lot of this music is almost reverent. I believe it was Clapton’s tenth album solo, in 1986. The song, “Holy Mother,” just tears at my heart. A relative was in the throes of several addictions and this song always made me think of him trying to fight his demons. He struggled a very long time. He is over twenty-six years sober. He has a lot to be proud of, but he is modest about it. He has come so far, and I’m so proud of him.

Holy Mother

written by Clapton/Bishop

Holy Mother, where are you?

Tonight I feel broken in two.

I’ve seen the stars fall from the sky.

Holy Mother, can’t keep from crying.

O I need your help this time,

Get me through this lonely night.

Tell me please, which way to turn

To find myself again.

Holy Mother, hear my prayer,

Somehow, I know you’re still there.

Send me please some peace of mind

Take away this pain.

I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait any longer,

I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait for you.

Holy Mother, hear my cry,

I’ve cursed your name a thousand times.

I’ve felt the anger running through my soul;

All I need is a hand to hold.

Oh I feel the end is come,

No longer my legs will run,

You know I would rather be

In your arms tonight.

When my hands no longer play,

My voice is still, I fade away.

Holy Mother, then I’ll be

Lying in, safe within your arms.

This song helps me heal, it helps me accept things I don’t want to accept. I look at it as a prayer. What do you think?? Is that possible?? I believe it is. Here are a couple of links to YouTube, so you can listen to the song. The first is Clapton alone, the second is Clapton and Pavarotti. Like most good, beautiful music, it can be sung a variety of ways.

Love this guy. His guitar playing is stellar!
Same song, different setting.

Much of what we hear in the backgrounds of our lives can help make our mood. It may depend on the genre of music, some writers can only write while instruments play in their background. I can listen to rock and roll, complete with words, and it peps me up considerably. Jazz in the background makes me get through some really mundane tasks. I have not tried writing to it, but I think it will be the same experience. I can really sew to music. It’s amazing how the repetition helps you with the words, too.

Much of what I listen to, my kids listened to at home. On Sunday mornings, we had our own “Jazz Brunch” and listened to a local radio station who played Jazz from 9 am to NOON on Sundays. It was a great time, we read the paper, ate, talked, and cleaned up the kitchen. Good times!

Thank you for joining me today. If you are out, stay warm, and be kind. Your day will go much better. I hope to see you tomorrow!

Thinking Thursday

Today was a weird day. The Babe (bless his heart) took the dogs to the lower level all day while I cleaned carpets. As I’ve said before, with a puppy in the house, they needed cleaning. I wanted to do them before I put up our new Christmas tree, so today was the day. It took several hours. I’m always amazed at what gets picked up, as well as what is picked up with the vacuum. Good thing we have those helpers in this modern world.

One thing I discovered today is all the magazines on my side table in the living room. Yes, I still subscribed to magazines until recently. I have two piles of magazines for quilting, sewing, coutour sewing, and others from Omaha Magazine, and Smithsonian Magazine. Quite a few were free subscriptions, and I’m a sucker for printed matter, especially that I can learn from. Does anyone else subscribe to magazines anymore? I do.

As most of them were for hobbies, there comes a time when you realize you probably will never, ever have enough time to make even half of those quilts you affixed a Post It note to. And don’t get me started about the outfits I once sewed with great success. I did love creating clothing throughout my life. I sewed my clothes, my kids’ clothes, and many, many beautiful bridesmaids dresses. And dressed two beautiful brides. I loved every minute of it.

I tried picking up where I left off with clothing construction a few years ago. And wow! It really was different! The patterns were way different the way they explained how to do things. Some were better, some were way worse, some made no sense at all. Sizing?? Well, the patterns for a younger, fitter me were quite different than the ones for retired, post-menopausal and breast cancer me. And fitting?? I used to be 5’9″ tall, much smaller in the waist, almost no bustline, and a bit hippy. I’m now 5’5″ tall, have nearly no waist, quite a bustline, and still hippy. Twenty five years ago, I could always just lengthen the torso, adjust the waistline, lengthen sleeves, crotch depth, and presto, change-o! There was a perfectly fitting garment. I’ve made a couple of tops in the past three years, nothing too great.

I do need to make the decision about to sew or not to sew. I have a lot of great fabric purchased for a lot of great clothes, along with a lot of great fabric for some really nice quilts, so next year will be the year of truth. I will either go back to creating clothing or I will not. If I do not, I will find a local school who is participating in the complete education of kids which will include domestic arts, sewing, or whatever you want to call it. It is a wonderfully creative art. You will not be outfitted like anyone else. That is what I loved about it. I just need to find out how to fit my later in life body. Quite a challenge.

It’s a funny thing about me. I see clothing on tv or in print, and I wonder how they made it. I see an outfit on a rack, and I have to touch the fabric and see what kind of body it has. I have to look at the seams and the lining and see how it was made. I wonder if that looks or sounds strange?? It’s just a huge part of me. And no matter how long you wait, certain things always come back in style. The “modern” sleep sacks for babies?? I made many of them in 1971 when I was expecting my first baby. I finally gave them to Goodwill a couple of years ago. They were still in great shape, clean, unstained. I tried to give them to homes for unwed mothers, but they only accepted new things. That made me sad. I hope someone got them that enjoyed them.

Whether or not I continue sewing clothing, I will for sure keep quilting. Even if I make a quilt from a pattern and use the same color ways as the pattern, it’s still my own creation. It’s amazing how I can see the progression in my skills in quilting over the past fifteen years. I know fifteen years from now, I will be able to see the improvement in my writing, too.

All of these hobbies I have are creative and they all take practice. All of them. I enjoy it all a lot. If only there were more hours in a day!

Tomorrow is definitely decorate the tree day. It will be fun. I hope you all have a good evening. Thank you for reading today, and I hope to see you again tomorrow.