"I can make that"

Have you ever said that?

Pretend you never have.

Pretend you are NOT a craftsperson.

Strike that sentence from your vocabulary.

Otherwise...

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OH! Be brave, go ahead...
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You'll end up making THIS darned purse for your middle daughter!

So...middle daughter, DON'T LOOK IF YOU WANT TO BE SURPRISED!
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After I was almost finished, aka, leaving the hardest part for last I asked my hubby, "WHAT AM I DOING?"
His reply? "Making a purse from junk."

Guess I need not be making one for myself.

File this under the catagory, "Fun, but not worth drinking 10 Capri Suns for"


At least I did something creative today. Yesterday I worked on my knitting (socks) and tomorrow I begin with the "gang" in the 1 hour of dedication to quilting.

Letters from my soldier

So...my soldier reported for duty in early July. I've had one phone call, I actually missed my first call, can you believe it?!

She is 19. Isn't she too young to learn to shoot a rifle (she calls a "weapon") and learn the ins and outs of a gas chamber? Didn't I just send her off to her first day of school, or take her to Driver's Education?

No, she is just the right age to learn about our country, learn what it takes to keep us safe...and keep us free...and just plain keep us. It was her choice to do this, and I am one of her strongest supporters. Her personal reasons for joining aren't nearly as important to me as her dedication and commitment to herself and her country.

Her letters home are my most precious possession right now. I linger just a moment at the mailbox each day, sorting and resorting thru the mail, hadn't I missed one? Is there anything stuck between the sale papers?

My second daughter has made me SO proud by taking the lead in making sure our soldier (her younger sister) has everything she needs and desires. Odd requests for toilet paper and "supplies" keep coming, and my daughter never fails to send her something bright, crazy and cheery...not to mention substituting eye cream with chocolate syrup since candy is forbidden, lol. The bond between my girls is cement, tho they'd be the first to argue "just because".

Thank you girls, you make your Momma very, very squishy inside!