Young Love

Yesterday we had the joy of attending the wedding of a sweet young couple we know.

The groom is the son of our very dear friends and his new wife is actually our pastor's niece.
Small world. And when you live in the same small-ish town for decades...well it is even smaller. (Which is precisely WHY living in a small-ish town for decades makes life beautiful.)

This wedding has been much anticipated.
The dreaming, the planning, the merging of two lives and two families, the hope for a future filled with love and beauty and blessing. Yes, it was a wonderful celebration.

And, as weddings are known to be, it was also a tearful celebration. A true Kleenex affair. The bride, the groom, the best man and maid of honor, they all cried. So did the bride's parents and the groom's parents and the aunties and...well, a lot of the other the guests! (Except for my guy. He did exactly zero crying, and he wants to make sure that this fact is made known.)

I had several tearful moments. But it was when I was watching my friend dance with her son, dance her special dance, dance and cry...well, that was a tender moment. It was one of those times that causes you to reflect on the whole of a life. That here she was dancing with her boy. This little boy that she birthed not so long ago. The baby she nursed and walked the floors with at night. The boy whose hand she held and whose shoes she tied. The first one to call her mom. The first one to move right into her heart and set up camp, forever. Here she was dancing with that same boy. Except that boy had somehow become a grown up man. A grown up, married man. And it all happened so fast....

Hence the tears. And the hope of endless love for this sweet young couple.
Hugs from us to you.

A Finch-y Kind of Day

Lots of happy little finches in the yard today.

His and Her Mornings

Me and my guy...we are different. We have been married for more than a quarter of a century, and it seems like that would bring some oneness, but it hasn't.

Mornings. That is where our differences really shine.

He is up at 5 a.m. Yes, 5 a.m.
Me? I do not like getting up before 6:30. Ever.

He likes his coffee strong and black and bitter.
I like my coffee cup to be filled with 1/3 coffee and 2/3 milk.

He likes his eggs scrambled, right out of the shell.
Me? I like them scrambled with a little milk and cheese. Light and fluffy, please.
Oh, and he likes to put butter in his eggs "so they don't stick to the pan".
I say better stuck to the pan than stuck to the hips.

He likes his oranges sliced into wedges.
I like mine cut into wagon wheels.

Toast?
He wants his barely heated with a big pile of butter right in the middle.
I like mine with actual toast marks and lightly buttered from edge to edge.

Every day.
And after another quarter of a century?
I suspect that it will be more of the same, with a side of wrinkles.

It's the commercials stupid

Can I say "stupid" on my blog?
How about if it is a reference to the Clinton campaign of 1992 (yeah, it was that long ago!).

So anyway...........
I am not a football fan. Don't watch it. Don't pay attention to my guy when he blithers on and on about it. Don't have a favorite team. Don't go to football parties. And I certainly DO NOT watch the Superbowl. Not even for the commercials. But, I will hop onto You Tube and check out the commercials after all the hoopla dies down.

This Chevy commercial was a good one.

The Dregs

I have come to the end of a project.
This is what's left.

 

A small pile of the smallest of scraps.
Bits. Just small bits of some fabrics and none of others.
What do you generally do with these?
I could toss them, but the Miser that lives in me would never let that happen.
I could throw them into the scrap baskets, which is what I usually do, but they are so small they would just sift down to the bottom and be lost forever.

I decided to piece them into crazy-quilt blocks. I ended up with 7 of them (6 1/2").

I have no idea what I am going to do with 7 crazy quilt blocks, but the Miser is happy. (And for now that is enough.)

A Pillow Pattern

Geez... Let me blow the dust off these keys!
It looks like it has been...well, a LONG time since I have posted anything. I feel like this happens every time I start gearing up for quilt market. I get overwhelmed and pretty much fall off the face of the Earth. Then, after it is all over and I am back home, I have somehow lost my mojo and it takes me forever to get back in the groove. I know, I know. I am a whiner.

Let's move on, shall we.

How are you?

Me?

Well, I am getting my groove on and working my fingers to the bone and making dinner every night and working in my garden and making friends with the treadmill and... publishing patterns of course.

Sew Charmed is the latest and you can find it in the newest issue of Sew-it Today (it is that cute hexie pillow there on the cover).

I hope you all have found this great little magazine, and its sister publication Quilt-it Today, on store shelves and have been adding them to your collection. If you haven't, go find them. It will be worth your time... I promise.

Merry Christmas!

 

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From the Heredia Home to yours, we hope that you have a very blessed Christmas.

Hugs.