Valentine's Project continued

Again it has been almost a week since I last wrote.  I am trying to get better at updating and thinking of things to write.  That is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated.

I was able to finish the wall hanging, which turned out to not be a hanging after all.  I ended up making a mat for my table since I really don't have a place to put up a themed item on my walls. 

I have to say I was pretty surprised when it was all done.  I just finished it tonight and love it.  My favorite are the flowers, so cute.  There is certainly room for improvement but for my first try at something like this, I think it is okay.

Although this took me a little longer than expected, I really tried not to obsess since that is what usually causes me to lose interest. 

Now on to the next one.  I am going to switch gears and try my hand at a new dish I think this weekend.  I have been going through some of my cook books to see what catches my eye, or stomach.  In my house, trying a new meal item is tricky.  Steve and Elijah, (husband and son) are a little picky, well a lot picky. 

Right now they both have decided sweets are bad so baking is out unless I want to eat it all, Yes, but No!  I made homemade buttermilk biscuits over the weekend, 5 got eaten (3 by me, not on the same day) and then they sat.  I froze them in hopes that they will be good for another day.  It takes the fun out of cooking when it isn't as appreciated as much as it was creating.

So this weekend I am going for a main dish.  It has been cold lately so something hearty but not heavy.  Will let you know how that turns out. 

until next time...

Valentine's Project

It has been a few days since I wrote last.  Well more like a few weeks.  My family and I went on a mini road trip up north to see my in-laws and my family.  It was nice to see everyone for the Holiday's which for my side of the family has been forever.  Years to be more exact so seeing them around the Holiday time was special.  We were just as happy to be back home to attempt to get into a routine for the new year.

I have been trying to think about what to do with this blog and the direction if any I wanted it to go in.  Still working on that, hence why there has been some delay from my last entry. 

As I was thinking about what to what I wanted my next project to be.  I got an add in the mail and saw some lovely Valentine decorations.  Valentine's Day, already!  WOW.  I just put away Christmas and New Years.  I couldn't stop myself though when I saw this cute Valentine inspired flag and thought that I could tackle that. 

I went through some scrap fabric I had left over from various other projects and jumped right in.  It took a little planning since I wanted it to be more of a quilt style then a print.  And here is where I get the "80" nickname talked about before.  I got very gunghoe, printed a copy of the picture, measured out a diagram of what I wanted and how big to make it, layed out different fabrics and jumped in with both feet.  Now mind you, it took a little time to set up everything; pull the iron out, find an extension cord, rearrange my work space, get the right color thread, find my fabric roller cutter, ... and now I am an hour in and I am tired.  I haven't even cut anything. 

That is when I thought of this blog and said, "I will finish."  So I got to work on cutting out the roof, windows, wall peices and started sewing them together. 

I am no where near finished but feel good with what I have done thus far.  Here is a peak at the beginnings of the hanging.

The door is too long so I have some work to do on that.  I will start working on it again this weekend.  Keep in mind this is an "interpretation" of the picture, but one I hope will inspire me to work on other things and keep moving in the right direction.

It it my son Elijah's birthday today, 17 so we are doing a family night.  I was thinking yesterday that there are moments in my life that I can see with such clarity, as if looking through a window.  One of those moments was when my son was born, as I am sure is the same for every mother.

I can recall the moment when my doctor told me I had to go to the hospital, the movie that was playing while in labor in my room, the technician that came in and changed the clock and so much more.  God blessed me that day 17 years ago when my son was born, 7lbs, 6oz and 20" long.  Today he is 5'10", and has grown into such an amazing young man that I am so proud of.

On that note, good night.