new year, new generation

 

fresh

A new year brought a new title for me…grandma!  I know, I’m still struggling with the fact that my daughter is old enough to be married let alone old enough to be a mom!  Little Miss Dulcie arrived safe and sound on December 21 and I adore the little squirt!

snooze

Me…a grandma.  Huh.

 

making it ours

i would love to tell you that during our year long “adventure”, i was the picture of grace and patience.  i would then tell you that is a big fat lie!  truthfully, it was one of the most emotionally trying times in my life, and i don’t care to repeat it, ever.

while unpacking and getting situated in this space of ours, i’m slowly starting to feel the tension and stress of it all slip away.  i’ve also learned a valuable lesson (one of so many) through it all-don’t underestimate the ‘feeling’ of home.

the boxes are now torn down and disposed of, their contents scattered throughout and in just the right place (at least for now…).  furniture has been arranged, only to be rearranged a few times more.  we’ll get it right…there’s no hurry.

scads of treasures that were hid away way too long in storage have been rediscovered and appreciated all the more.

all together, in one place of our choosing, we can now begin to make new memories, and relish past ones.

it is so very good to finally be home.

home

still some things that need to be finished up( like maybe some grass, and where’s that set of shutters?), but at least we’re not living under the underpass.  it feels so good to finally have a home again.  now, onto picking up where i left off on my life a couple of years ago….  😉

trying to find my stride

silly me for thinking that once i graduated, i would be able to jump back in (with both feet, of course) to quilting and photographing and all of those lovelies that i’ve missed so desperately the past 2 1/2 years.  life has since informed me to ‘think again’…

the good news is, we’re down to the wire on wrapping up this crazy ride.  our new home is to be ready come the 14th of this month….which is the exact day that we have to be out of our rental.  that’s if everything falls into place and the planets line up, etc.  if there is a ‘hiccup’ that occurs (oh, i could write a book on those blasted ‘hiccups’!)….we are homeless, plain and simple.  our landlord wanted this house back on the market at the end of april, but allowed us an additional 2 weeks of breathing room (quite reluctantly-he’s been trying to sell it for 2 years).  so, may 14th is d-day.  we’ll either be unpacking our stuff in our new digs, OR we’ll be living beneath an underpass.  gotta love it! 😉

just to make things a bit more interesting, my schedule for the next several days look like this:

~friday:  husband flies back in from texas at/around noon and oldest daughter graduates college at 6

~saturday:  work

~sunday: work

~monday: youngest daughter’s class trip to d.c (i’m a chaperone)

~tuesday:  return from d.c trip at/around midnight

~wednesday: frantically start throwing the last bit of things into boxes and moving it all

needless to say, the whole pipe-dream on quilting and relaxing?  yeah…it ain’t happening none too soon.  however, in between graduating and taking boards, i was able to spend a few hours in front of the sewing machine and came away with a cute little (24″) crib quilt.  it’s all quilted and ready to go on the back of an antique deacon’s bench that will set in the foyer of the new house….or at the bottom of the hill by the underpass. 😉

my dear husband keeps spurring me on, telling me that i have another move in  me, and to find my ‘second wind’.  i dryly reply that 2.5 years of nursing school and our first move sucked that second wind right outta me.  at this point, i’m just thankful for breathing. 😉

hoping to return to ‘normal’ life (*snort*), and this space, soon….

deadlines

a couple of months ago, when my life was at the height of craziness, i received a letter in the mail that both blessed and shocked me.  it caused me to sit down, re-read it again, just so i didn’t go and make a fool out of myself.  the letter was from gwen marston.

it seems as though gwen was trying to get hold of me and wasn’t having the best of luck.  if you remember, 2 weeks after returning from her retreat last september, we sold our house and moved a month later.  that meant new phone number and new address.  i notified family and friends of our new address and phone number, and although i dearly admire gwen, she wasn’t one of the folks that i contacted with the new info.  i mean, it wasn’t like she was prone to give me a ring often. 😉  so, when she got the “disconnected” recording after she called our old phone number, she sat herself down and wrote me a letter….which would take 3 weeks to reach me since it had to be forwarded to our new address.  oh, but it was so worth the wait!

remember these girls?  the quilt that i made while i was at her retreat last fall?  well, gwen has been asked to write another book, and this quilt, my quilt, is going to be in it.

…………

!!!!!!!!!!!!

………..

i know!  talk about a wonderful, slap-me-silly surprise!

in her letter, gwen asked me to give her a call for more details.  oh sure…like we were old pals, we chatted and giggled together. 😛  i gave her my cell phone number, and she promised to keep in touch, and then we said our goodbyes.  once i got over my giddiness, the reality of all of this hit me.

oh. my. gosh.  i have to have this quilt DONE and ready to be sent off  in 9 months!  i still had another month yet of school, an upcoming move, a daughter graduating college and a trip to d.c….and this is all before june!  then, i took a deep breath and remembered that  if there’s one thing that nursing school taught me oh so well, it was to be undaunted when faced with overwhelming odds.  yeah…just smile and keep on just like you planned it all that way, being ms. cool/calm/collected.  😉

2 days after graduation, i pulled the girls out along with the backing and batting (thank goodness i was smart enough to NOT stick them in storage with the rest of my fabric) and got to work.  my girls are going to be in print, and not just in any ole’ book, but in a gwen marston book!  who knew?!?