~ A soft bed for Annabelle~

~The new puppy needed a soft place to lay while inside her crate. With so many dogs it is easy for her to become overwhelmed. Also she is in the chewing puppy stage. She likes to grab whatever she can and destroy. So, a crate/kennel was needed. I couldn’t just let her lay on the hard plastic, so I dug out a piece of leftover patchwork and added a few pieces, put batting in and finished it with some Perle cotton quilt ties.

~It was soft and cozy~

~A running stitch kept it all nice and contained~

Too bad Annabelle tore it all up, naughty puppy.

Now she has an old cutter quilt in the bottom of her crate.

~Father’s Day breakfast~

~ saute onion and garlic~

~add fresh corn~

~add a little yellow squash fresh off the vine~

~I love brown eggs, so pretty, beat about 4~

~ gather fresh herbs and cherry tomatoes~

~once the veggies are little sauted  add eggs, top with tomatoes and fresh herbs~

~add fresh grated Havarti cheese, salt and pepper~

~toast wheat bread and top with sunflower sprouts~

~I added a little bit of cheddar~

~serve with a side of fresh fruit  and enjoy~

~ Garlic, herbs, tomatoes,  and squash from our little garden.
~~ Corn, brown eggs, and sunflower sprouts from the Urban Market , which is just down the road from us.

~~Fruit also from the Urban Market.

I love summer time ther are so many good things to eat. I can’t get enough fruits and veggies. I need to power up to finish quilting a queen size quilt. What the heck was I thinking? It’s huge.

Happy Father’s Day!!

 

~Birthday Doll~

My littlest turned nine. I have no idea where these last nine years have gone. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home after an emergent c-section and here she is almost grown (so she thinks)!

My how these  years have flown. She asked for several different things this year for her birthday, however, the one I was most happy to hear was that she wanted a doll made by me, for her with red hair and green eyes. Just one week ago I had a head. That’s it. I worked a little each night putting her together. Friday I strung her together. Saturday was hair, Sunday more hair and a skirt and shirt. Monday was spent finishing up her sweater and making shoes. Tuesday Birthday Day DONE!

Yay. So happy.  If I can make something my daughter really wants, well, that makes me so happy.  These years may past so very fast, but she will always have a little piece of me with her, wherever she goes I will be with her.  It may be tangible or perhaps just a precious memory this small creation from wool, and cotton made today a special day for a mother and her daughter.  Happy Birthday Emma,  you make us all a little brighter by being in our lives.

~Remembering Greta Benn~

My grandmother passed away early on February 23rd.  My dad’ mother.  She was born in Keswick, England and came to America with her family as a young child.  My grandmother was proper.  Quiet, calm, and strong. We spent every summer in Florida visiting both sets of grandparents.  One day she and I went to the beach and I was swimming in the ocean. She was standing on the shore.  As I was trying to coming in I got caught in a rip-tide.  I was beginning to panic and get tired because I could not make it to shore,  I was so close but I could not get out, it kept pulling me back under.  My grandma somehow managed to reach in and pull me from the stronghold of the sea. I dried myself off and we went back home.  This is how I will remember my grandmother. Strong.  Godspeed Greta.

~vintage 80′s I think~

~Home begins in the kitchen~

~home made latte~

When we left our home in February due to the unfortunate tree incident, I had no idea how long we would be gone. I was in a state of numbing shock. When I went to my home, post tree-fall, I just wandered around the kitchen lost. I wanted to clean, but it was almost pointless. There were holes in the ceiling, it was constantly raining, constantly saturating the whole place. The insurance company told us we would be “packed” out.   Well, as far as I was concerned they could just throw it all out. It was a total loss in my mind.  I really detached myself from my home. I think it was a coping mechanism because my house was so broken, it was just so sad.  We took the items from the fridge, freezer, our coffeepot and a few spices. Duh… what was I thinking?? I was so lost without my “things.”  I did not want to become too comfortable at our rental home, all I wanted was to go home, so we made do. Now that we are back and mostly unpacked when I am in my kitchen I feel that I am HOME.  It brings me great joy to be back home, in the kitchen.  I could not be happier.

~fresh tomato’s on the sill, yes, it’s Summertime~

~fried egg sandwich on home-made english muffin bread, yep.

~~ tomato, avocado, mozzarella salad with zucchini fritters, yes please.

I love to cook, love to eat.  I feel a little behind on the season, but I am catching up as fast as I  can.  I am going to try to savor these last few months of summer and enjoy each fresh prepared meal I make.

~ a little roasted chickpea snack, yum.

:: All recipes can be found on my Pinterest, under “Yummy Food to Make” ::

Storm Slaps Power Lines Silly – WREG

Storm Slaps Power Lines Silly – WREG.

Do you believe in Angels? I do.

Our angels surrounded us Thursday night I wanted to share what happened to us and our home. 

My  house and my husband are  in the beginning of this news article.  We are all completely shell shocked.  The damage and the  scope  is just barely sinking in. We are all fine, our home however is not.  We are on edge until our insurance tells us what to expect. At this point they have brought in a huge crew and cranes to clear the house. They  tarped the house as we have more severe weather heading our way Sunday and Monday.

I wish I could erase this event from Emma’s memory. She is scared and confused.  Her room took the brunt. Her birthday is Monday and she keeps asking why did this happen on my birthday??  We have a battered home and are living like refugeee’s but we are blessed. People don’t always surrvive huge huge oak trees falling in their home. Our angels surrounded us, they shielded us from harm. 

 I am filled with gratitude and pray for peace and patience. I will breathe deeply and often with my focus on gratitude.  Things can be replaced, hopefully our home rebuilt. Above all we are still a family and we are intact. Gratitude.

~Sharing and Joining~

Doesn’t this just seem right? I am going to participate and I am really excited.
Heather of  Beauty that Moves is leading this wonderful workshop. I have followed Beauty that Moves for a long time.  Heather has a wonderful “voice”, fantastic recipes and I know this will be a wonderful experience.  

** photo from Heather’s blog Beauty that Moves **

Not only do I want to do this, but I need to do this.  Just wanted to share!!

~What I am loving right now~

~I have had making shopping bags on my list FOREVER and a day. I love
this so much, I know I am going to do this for sure. I like the idea to of using the bags for gift wrap.

~ How cute is this??    Here is a cute little flower to go with the headband  Oh me. Seriously cute!

*so hard to get a good picture, trust me it is cuter in person then this. Plus I am having a bad hair day!!*

~ Then there is this.. how cute!   I think my feet need  a pair of these! My gir

ls do too!  

I am a little overwhelmed with the holidays being so close.. working.. eek. Just not a lot of time, but I think little projects are much more doable.

I always say I am starting in July, but I promise it just never happens. Every year it is the same thing. Sometimes I think I just do better when I am under pressure, yes, it is my own pressure, but you know what I mean… don’t you??

What are you into this year, are you working on anything special? Fast??? Would love some links!!  Especially for teacher’s!

~Far Far Away II quilt completed and I missed you~

It is fall all the way here in Memphis.  This is my time of the year. I love the fall season so much, but something has certainly been off… I miss you.  Maybe I will stop by from time to time to check.  Perhaps share a little of  this and a little of that.

 

I thought about starting a new blog, but it did not feel quite right.  My heart lies here I suppose.

Here is a little quilt I’ve been working on the past few months. Yes, months.  It was a slow process because I worked on it in small stages.  Piecing the blocks, framing them in the linen. I really wanted to hand quilt the whole quilt but my technique is not quite up to par.  I decided to go with a whimsical loopy scroll.  I really like it. 

What I  like the most is that I have finished something, took pictures and more importantly felt as if I had something to say. This is huge I tell you.

Here’s to a happy and warm fall, and a full heart.

*Better pictures in Flickr  and here’s hoping Santa brings us a new camera this Christmas!!

~Speaking from my heart~

My dad’s trial is set to begin September 13th.  It is unfortunate I will not be there.  The decision was difficult for me to make.  There are several factors that played into my decision.  Fortunately my sister and my step mother will be there to represent my dad.  I never thought I wouldn’t be there, but when it came down to it, I just could not go.

We had the choice to either accept a plea agreement, or go to trial. It was explained that these jury members are often liberal in their decision-making process and that they believe in rehabilitation. Armed with this knowledge my family opted for trial. They want  my dad’s story to be told out loud and to real people.  They want the people in the community to decide what is a fair and just punishment.  I fully support this decision.    

I have the best memories of  my dad.  Thoughts cross my mind and I want to pick up the phone, or email him. I really want to talk to him. 

Losing a family member to something that is preventable is a tragedy. Drunk driving is  preventable, it is much more preventable than cancer and heart disease.  If you drink, do not drive.  I do not condemn anyone for drinking.   I don’t hate the man who killed my father.  He simply did not choose correctly. When faced with the choice to pull over or stop he choose to run.  That choice affects the rest of his life and the rest of my life.   He came to our country to live as an American, twice.  He wanted freedom and opportunity. His wife lost a husband.  His choice destroyed all  he hoped for.  He will spend a portion of his life behind bars and possibly be returned to the country from which he fled all because of one bad choice. Over the past year I have thought about what losing of my dad means to me and I have to think about what this man has lost.  No one wins.

All I am left with is the fact that this did not have to happen and sadly can’t go back and change time. 

My dad had years of life experience.  He had knowledge, understanding. He had foresight and he understood the idea of sacrifice for the greater good. He will be proud of his family for telling his story. If one person hears his story and decides they will not drink and drive then his life and death will have a positive impact.   This is important to my dad.

Change begins with desire and it begins with one person.  My dad continues to live through his story.  His story must be told, many times, over and over.  His earthly life has ended but his legacy is far from over.  Good things can come from tragedy. His memory demands it and it’s up to us, his family, to see that it happens.

It begins with a choice,  do not drink and drive.  These words have never been more important to me.  They should be important to you.

To sum up all that is my father he is gentle, kind, empathetic, encouraging, stubborn and always learning. He is a big kid at heart who loved his family, dogs, and his hobbies.  He always believed good would come and he wants you to believe that too.

Yes, telling his story is important, it always will be.