SEW HOLY

What an amasing weekend. It was spent with my daughter, sewing a chasuble and stole for my sister, while the rest of my family sustained us with food and laughter. Dan and Jess cooked on Saturday. We had Mexican night. Then Chas did a beer can chicken on Sunday. Charles and Chas kept the dishes mosty done up. Pam and I took turns at the machine and tra la. We acomplished so much. Best weekend ever!

We started out on Saturday deciding which fabrics would go where. You see we didn't have an actual pattern, but more of a concept in mind. Pam decided to work on the chasuble and I went for the stole. We decided that we would race. (Oh by the way Pam, I finished the little bit of hand sewing on both pieces and what do you know? The stole was finished first. hhmmm, I guess I win.) We took off at breakneck speed ooo-ing and ah-ing at each other's work. Sometimes we really didn't know what we were going to do next, but we sewed on the piece we were sure of and then somehow the next piece became clear. It was very interesting. To me it felt like we weren't really designing it but rather watching God design it through us. Very cool.

Saturday Pam and I stayed up until almost one in the morning. We had stopped sewing at nine or so, but we didn't seem to make it to bed as early as we should of. I told Charles to wake me at eight so that I could get back at it. Well I actually woke up at six and I was so full of energy that I got up and started to sew. Same thing happened on Sunday morning. I was up and sewing by seven. This is so unlike me cause, as you know, I don't do mornings, but I was awake and full of energy and running on very little sleep. Today I decided that I would sleep in since there was just a tiny bit of hand work left on both pieces. Then at seven twenty the phone rings. Some cheerful little old lady asked "What happened to you? Did you sleep in?" No, I thought, but I sure would have liked to. It was a wrong number. Oh well, might as well get up and finish the sewing. Too funny.

Here are some neat things that are in the garments.
-I went looking for some matching thread to sew the chasuble and found an exact colour match in some very old thread that was my mother's. It was cool to use something so special to me in the chasuble.
-The threads on the stole are hand died cotton which I thought was very nice with all of the raw silk.
-We had to buy some lining and found some material that was crazy on sale.
-As we sewed we were forever having teary moments. Whenever a loon called. Whenever I thought of Dan moving. Some were tears of laughter as Pammy would yell, "No don't lick the material", or Dan and Pam playing "bear, ninja, cowboy" to decide who would make a pineapple upside down cake.
-This morning I was trying to decide whether I should sneak something inside of the chasuble and the loon was laughing at me. I could hear him saying "Since when do you wonder about whether you should be doing a silly thing or not? Sneak it in there." So I took his advice.
-Then when I was done I hung it up and went to have breakfast on the deck. As I was sipping my tea I heard the loon call again. I looked up to see where he was and a great blue heron was flying across the swamp. It was just so right and I felt God's blessing upon us.
Best weekend ever.

Bon voyage

So there I was sitting at a table, and saying good-bye to another group of kids. Youth band, the next generation, is now heading off to be grown-ups. They said thanks, the last four years has been wonderful. Four years? Has it been four years? How did that happen?

I watch them talk and eat and smart mouth, make one ten-foot straw out of ten one foot straws. They crack me up. They are so beautiful and handsome. Weren’t they just goofy little kids just a few short moments ago? And now they’re moving on, each taking a piece of my heart with them.

One would think that that would hurt, and it does a bit. I feel a bit of a pinch as I watch them take off, eh. But mostly I’m just so proud of them. They are really such nice people. I hope theses young adults remember to keep a child’s heart. I hope as they mature that they remember to remain immature. I hope they remember just how much they are loved by their families and me and most of all God. Did I get that across? In giving a piece of my heart did I give them a piece of my faith? Will they be able to find the joy in the sadness? It’s always there, although it’s hard to find sometimes. I hope they will remember to look. That’s all it takes, remembering to look.

Hope

In the hour of adversity be not without HOPE for crystal rain falls from black clouds.

Ya.... now that's deep/////////

P.S. Even the spell check sucks/////

Man/ This blogging thing is stressful. I haven't been writing anything because I've been trying to make my first entry in my first blog deep and meaningful. I was determined to make a happy blog that didn't use any "exclamation's". ....but....first you have to get back on the blog site, somehow/ Aaarrrrgggg/ And it turns out that the exclamation key is my favourite/ But then when I go to post this blog they tell me that they are not allowed/////// so my new exclamation key is ///// HA////

First the site tells me that my e-mail doesn't exist. Of course it exists////// So I follow all of the "so you're a big idiot and can't make this work" links. It tells me which e-mail I used to create my blog. Ya that's right I used the one that I use every day.....the one that doesn't exist///// Then I choose the reset your password option. Which I do. And it was easy. I was proud until I realised that I reset the password not just on my blog thingy but on my whole e-mail account. Charles will be pissed, or amused depending on his blood alcohol level.

Next I have to make decisions about font colour and size and type and stuff. Do these blog dudes know I'm a depressive and it's first thing in the morning????? Do they really expect me to make all of these decisions after just one coffee????????????? Can't they just have a "start here for idiots" button????? (whoa the / key is good, but I also like the ?????????? key)

So that's it//// My first Blog entry! No one tell Charles about this///// And remind me that I changed the password cause I won't remember and then stuff won't work and then I'll find myself back on the "so you own your own computer and and are a big idiot" link again/////

OK so I go to post this and it says I can't cause exclaimation points are not allowed//// How do they know my /////'s are exclaimations??????????????????????????