I sit here with no idea where this post will lead. It's the end of the day and I have one eye on Dancing With The Stars and a mind that just wants to escape to Never Land. (not Michael Jackson's Neverland) There are no parents in Never Land right? I did commit to post every day in November though, so here goes. For the most part it's been a good day. A productive day and though it was rainy and gloomy outside my mood was sunny. It was so nice to take the occasional break from sewing to read my emails. I asked you quiet readers to de-lurk and you didn't disappoint. Wow! Let me just say hello back to Athena, Carol, Janice, Jeanine, Judy, Kate, Kathryn, Kim, Mariese, Mary Sarah and Molly. ( I hope I'm not leaving anyone out)
Such is life (my life anyway) though, and just because the day seems to be a good one, that doesn't mean it's going to end that way. You know that feeling you get on a roller coaster when you're at the top of a peak and then take that sudden plunge. I like that feeling when I'm on a roller coaster, not when I'm at home. I'm finding being the mom of a teenage boy, my particular teenage boy, is much like riding a roller coaster. Things seem to be going along nicely, then boom, the bottom falls out. Oh, I'm probably being more dramatic than I should, this particular drop wasn't a big one, not really a bottom falling out event but certainly a bump in the smooth road. I sit here feeling helpless and tired. Wishing I could wave a magic wand and make things all better, but I can't. I can only pray that these lessons will lead to great wisdom and the heart-ache suffered along the way will only make us stronger.
Sorry to get so heavy, I didn't intend to. I'm sure one day they'll be grown and living in their own homes and I'll miss these days. OK, that's a stretch. One day I'll look back and these days won't seem so bad. In retrospect isn't that always the fact? I hope so. I want to be able to look back and think, no those days weren't really so bad. I so need to believe that one day these days will be nothing more than memories of the tough teenage years and not a sign of things to come.
Enough of that. How about something pink and glittery. You have to say that with a British accent. A couple of years ago Alyssa and I were watching Changing Rooms on BBC. They were making over the room of a little girl (about 5 or 6 years old). She told them she wanted something pink and glittery. She was the most precious little girl and was so excited with her pink and glittery room. Alyssa and I still can't see something pink and glittery without saying it in our best British little girl voice. (which you can guess isn't very good since we have rather strong southern drawls) This will be a patchwork purse for a little girl. Another commissioned piece from a non-blogger friend. How did I not mention Kathy in yesterday's post? Kathy you requested pink and purple, I hope pink, purple and glittery is ok. I used a silver holographic thread for the quilting. Don't all little girls like a little sparkle?
Today I give you a product of the day. Invisible thread. Love it for times when I don't want the stitching to be so obvious, or when frequent changing of thread colors is required.
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