October 9, 2011
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I’m pretty much a Jack (or Jill) of all trades. It comes from being the eldest daughter of a man who desperately wanted sons…. Give me SONS. But, no, I have five more sisters and one intensely spoiled charmer of a brother. Bless him; raised by the older three and waited on, hand and foot by the younger three. Lucky guy all around.
This weekend I got to exercise my diverse talents. The domestic me made homemade apple pie, chocolate mayonnaise cake, and killer banana muffins. The handy(wo)man winterized the pop-up camper, replaced a washer, and mended the back fence. The economic genius, balanced the checkbook and paid bills and since she managed to stay in the “black”, invested the extra in stocking the pantry for the up and coming winter season.
So here I sat resting on my laurels when DIL and family fairly explode into my domain accompanied by their two greyhounds. This “Barbie House” quickly became oxygen depleted… their dogs, my dog, their kids, my hubby, her hubby. I mean who brings their dogs with them when they visit? These are not pocket pets. The g’kids expained that Dyson and Chance wanted to see g’ma, too. Yeah… Right…..
Next moment the g’kids are burying me in fabric, what? I knew I should have hidden the sewing machine earlier this week. Now, DIL has many endearing qualities… but a seamstress, she is not. She has been known to pass me needle, thread, shirt and button during church service. I assumed that she was dumping uhhh bringing me this year’s Halloween Costume Project to me. Alas, no. Y’all know what they say about assuming. It’s only October 9th; she won’t show up with that stuff for another two weeks. This jumble was for.. the dogs. Who knew that poodles, peeks, chihuahuas and greyhounds all need winter jackets; exclusive, one of a kind, high class, and individually tailored jackets.
I’m tempted….
sooooooo tempted……………….
Comments (7)
that’s what you get for being sooooo good at doing things!!!!
I’ve commented this before, but don’t know if you were reading my site then. One year, for Christmas, even though my sons and daughter and I don’t exchange gifts, I got this one gift from under the tree, when the kids were all opening theirs. Had my name on it, but no ‘giver’s name’. Looking questioningly at my Son, he said, “Well, open it….I don’t know”. I could tell it was (I thought) a mix-up. It was young boy’s jeans. By this time, everybody’s either in on it, and grinning, or watching me to see what it was. Turns out, Grandson Dylan had been wearing a brand new pair of jeans, and had ripped them on a barbed wire fence. He had wrapped them and included a note, asking me to repair them.
I guess that shows they love us, huh? LOL
@GrannyHummingbird - so funny…… and so true. My g’son (8yrs) actually repaired his own blown out the back sweatpants, yesterday too. I handled the fabric but he worked the foot petal and presser foot. I even let him change the settings on my machine and change the presser foot. He loved it. He liked winding the bobbin the best because he could make it go really fast. I guess all little boys are Tim the Toolman at heart. Oh, a question… do you quilt?
@tkperito - No, I don’t quilt. I DO know how, and used to quilt at the church ‘s quilting group years ago. I HAVE, though, pieced several and hired them quilted. I like to do that, but I quilted one on my own ONE time, and thought I’d NEVER get it finished and out of the frames. (o;
@GrannyHummingbird - gotta tell ya, I’m not used to someone knowing the difference between piecing and quilting. : ) Have a wonderful day
@tkperito - I have a feeling I wish we lived closer together. (o;
I love the photo! lol. You sound like an amazing person — multi-talented, to say the least! I’m not at the grandkid stage; still waiting and actively parenting a 6th grader, but I’m looking forward to those coming days. I hope I have energy and creativity left over. I sure had them to spare when my 20-something boys were little.