If you have visited here before you may have noticed that I like to sew. A lot. Well, I am very excited because I have a whole new reason to sew. Our family is expecting a new baby girl this fall! Whoo hoo! I haven’t had a baby girl to sew for in many, many years. But in addition, I get to make a few things for the expectant Mom and the 5 year old Big Brother.
I have spent the last few days making a special gift for the expectant Mom. A little care package that I plan to pop in the mail this week. I don’t want to hear anything about any imperfections since this was my first attempt at these.
Now some of you will readily recognize what they are. Others… not so much. The round things are nursing pads, or milk catchers, in some circles. The bag with the cute little birds is a wet/dry bag for the pads. And the strangely shaped objects in the upper right corner are heat/cold packs.
This was truly a labor of love! the materials I used were slippery at best! I think they turned out pretty good and will serve the purpose well. Now on to the good stuff like baby girl clothes!
Until Next Time,
On a Sunday, shall I say over forty years ago, I was in the hospital giving birth to my first child, my daughter, Teresa. She is a great person, I love her to pieces, and I am so happy she is in my life. Not to mention that she has blessed me with three fabulous grandchildren that I love beyond bounds! Happy, happy Birthday dear Sesa!
On the other hand, today is the day we all should remember, as we munch our way through our barbecue dinners, the men and women who sacrificed for our freedom. I lost friends during the Vietnam War and feel their loss every Memorial Day. Every day, I live with my Vietnam War Vet and I see the residual damage that war did to him. Please take a moment today to think about those that gave their all for each and every one of us in each and every war.
Until Next Time,
What a great trip we had! I am looking forward to posting about all the things we saw and learned. But before that, I have to say how it just breaks my heart to return to yet more tragic school massacres. How can we stop this? Once more with great sadness I have to put this up:
When Mr. M said “I want to go to Australia!”, I said, “I want to go to the Blue Mountains!”. So yesterday we did! It was an eleven hour day! Not all of it was spent in the Blue Mountains themselves, we also visited a very worthy animal rescue called Featherdale and had a lovely lunch. We also went to the Waradah Cultural Center to learn about Aboriginal culture. It was an exhausting and extremely interesting day. Read the rest of this entry »