Running stitch & seam rippers

The passenger door closed with a shove and she walked toward the administrator with the clip board.  Shoulders ever so slightly hunched.  Picking at her cuticles.  An ongoing running stitch, her and I.  And today as I dropped her off at high school orientation it felt like a seam ripper cut that stitch right in two. 

That is today.  But somewhere between now and 2:25pm, I will re thread my needle, put this broken cloth back together again and continue our never ending running stitch.

My girl.  I love you so.

-dana

They light up the stage

Both of my girls are in a local stage production that has it's final performance this evening.  It's a musical.  And it's hilarious.

I beam with unabashed pride seeing my girls up on that stage.  Delivering lines with confidence.  Being part of a play that is So. Well. Done.  And I find myself equally as proud of each and every young actor on that stage.  I know how much work they've put in and I want to grab each one of them by their shoulders and look them straight in the eye and tell them what an absolutely phenomenal job they've done. 

Can't wait to see it again tonight.

-dana

Foxglove love

From today's posey patrol.

-dana

Flood Gates

-dana

Things I never thought about mothering

When my girls were younger I never imagined some of the conversations we would have as they got older.  Never in a million years did I think that having a lesson on how to actually throw trash INTO a trash can would occur. Or that I'd have to referee arguments over whose turn it is to sit in the front seat. 

I have a brother.  And when I squint my eyes and hunch up my shoulders and really try to remember when he and I were younger, I guess I should have known.

But dang.

-dana

Bloom

Every morning I leave the house at 7:10am to take the girls to school.  I drop them off and go to the gym.  If there are errands to run I do it after working out. 

And lately, every morning when I get home I let the dogs out, pet the outside cats and walk around my yard admiring all that is blooming. 

I realized today how much I look forward to this new ritual.

I also thought of my Mom today.  I get this "posey patrol" gene from her.  She always likes to walk around her yard, or a friend's yard, or my yard and see what is growing.

I bet she lets out a little giggle when she reads that I'm doing the same thing.

-dana

Today I'm...

-- Surging ahead this busy month.  The end offers a sweet reward.

-- Wondering why my feet don't seem to love Chaco brand shoes like everyone else on the planet, apparently.  The straps don't stay where I adjust them.  And I don't find them terribly comfortable.  I've tried different styles over the years and was hoping my latest ones were the ticket.  I'm not so sure.

-- Closing my online quilt shop after May 16, 2013.  I just have too many irons in the fire and some things have to give.  This is one of them.  Use code CLOSE35 to save 35% off any purchase.  I have so many quilts that there are probably a half a dozen more that I could/should/would sell but, like I said, something's gotta give.

-dana