What To Do???

So, I've found fabric for Joshua's quilt for his "new" room.  Perfect colors, perfect everything!  Problem is, I now can't figure out what kind of quilt to do for him.  I've thought about several different patterns, by still can't make up my mind.  I often find that committing and making the first cut are the hardest part of quilting.  What if I mess up...or worse....what if I don't like it after I start!!!  Arggg.  Perfectionism rears it's ugly head!  I really wanted to decide today so that I can start cutting tonight.  Hmmmmmmm...What to do???

GG turns 90!

This past weekend Richard and I got to take a trip up to the Portland area for my Grandmother's Birthday.  "GG," as the greats all call her, turns 90 this week!  What an amazing women my Grandmother is.  My desire to create with my sewing machine comes from her.  An avid seamstress in her younger years, she still tries to keep busy creating with fabric.  I spent several summers with her when growing up, and though there's a great distance between us, the bond we share has never wavered.  Every time I'm with her I feel as though we'd never been apart.  I wish we could have spent more time together, but I know we're thinking of each other over the miles.

My Dearest Grandmother,
     Words don't seem to be enough to describe how much I love you.  Even though the distance between us is great, I've always felt a wonderful bond with you that the miles haven't caused to waver.  Spending my summers with you while growing up are some of my happiest memories of that time of my life.  Our trip to the beach and cheese factory for ice cream, Pendleton for wool to make skirts, and sewing with you are all treasured memories.  I knew without a doubt that you and Grandad loved me truly.  Feeling that love even though we rarely got to see each other is something that I treasure to this day, and can't thank you enough for.
     Our conversation when I was about nineteen is another of my favorite memories.  The conversation when I promised you that someday you'd have a granddaughter named after you.  You said no, because you hated your name and didn't want another poor little girl to suffer through with that name, so we compromised and I assured you her name would just be "Hallie," instead of "Halcyon."  I never doubted that the Lord would give me a little Hallie, and now that beautiful baby is five years old.  She is a joyful delight to us all and a sweet girl who happily shares her GG's name.  I know you're proud for her to have your name, and I know she's proud to share it with you.  Wanting to name her after you is my way of showing you how much I love you, which I hope you already know.
     Even though I don't always get to tell you, I love you dearly and know you've always been there for me with thoughts and prayers.  Thank you for blessing me with your love for all these years.  Happy Birthday Grandmother.
All my love,
Elisa

Rooms Without A View...Unless You Count The Mess!

     The current state of the rooms of both of my boys is tragic.  Really REALLY tragic.  As in, enter at your own risk tragic.  When number one was born, he had a perfect little room.  All nicely decorated and ready to welcome him home.  When my daughter was born her room, too, was cute.  Not quite as nicely decorated, as we'd just moved into our new house, but still pretty and welcoming by the time she was in there.  (It has since been re-done in a bigger girl theme perfectly suited to her little five-year-old flavor.)  My oldest was kicked out of his room when number three came along.  Since then both oldest and youngest (boys) have never had a real room.  Their rooms are full of boxes, toys and junk.  No personality or flavor for either of them.  I hate it.  I feel horrible that their spaces are so cluttered and only used for sleeping in. 
     As we get closer to moving #3 into a big bed, I think the time has come to dig in and do something about their rooms.  I think a re-arranging of beds is in order, some major de-cluttering, some paint if I can manage it, some bedding, and for sure some furniture swapping. 
#1 will get the bunk beds, as he'll use them for sleepovers and such before anyone else.  #2, I think will loose the full bed she's been used to, and gain the trundle bed.  And little man (#3), will get the full bed so that he is less likely to roll out of it at night. 
     #1 loves red, and the bunk bed is red, so that works nicely.  He also has a light blue chair in there.  I think we'll either add some more blues or grays and maybe black as accents.  #3 is still too young to care, so he gets what Mommy feels for : right now that's orange.  Yes, you heard me right, ORANGE.  And grey.  And maybe blue...but for sure orange!  Before pictures of both rooms coming soon!

On This Day

On this day five years ago, my world was blessed with a sweetness beyond compare.  My baby girl was born into this world.  My lovely, dark haired, beautiful brown eyed Hallie Alayna.  A soft little bundle of love and joy has transformed into a bubbly, precocious five year old : more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.
      

       Hallie, your beauty and joy come from the amazing heart the Lord has blessed you with.  Your kind thoughtful nature is a reflection of the Lord in you.  You are tough and determined and have a little stubborn streak, but the care and love you show for your family and friends make you a true blessing to us all.  You are so loved my darling girl.  May you always know how treasured you are!

One Day

Think : Feel : Create : Preserve: One day at a time. 
 
            Inspirations : Musings : Life as we know it.

     Taking time to wonder and wander through the days
       
        blessed by the little things that make this life
our own.
       
Thanksgiving in our blessings and our struggles : Joy in simplicity : Grace :: overwhelming.