This is a photo I hope my friend Lynn Provencher from Florida sees.
I’ve placed the dolly she gifted to me, made by her sweet mama, at the top of my folded stacks of quilts on the living room couch ready for transport to Virginia.
I checked beneath the dolly’s britches. Her mom signed and dated the dolly’s bum back in 1995, around the same time that my own doll pattern business was going hog wild. Oh how I loved those babies, bunnies and bears! Blanche, Lynn’s mom and thus the dolly’s name will be amongst the first treasured items to make the journey across the state line into Virginia when we obtain ownership of our new digs on St Patrick’s Day, March 17th.
Blanche reminds me that no matter how old I get, I need to nurture and encourage the little girl who still lives inside of me. Have you said hello to your inner child lately? We need to let them come out and play every now and then.
Moving always makes me feel like I’m playing house. And I’m looking forward to playing house in Virginia!
The sewing nook is now packed up.
Even the machine is put away.
After I finished sewing these:
More than 500 in one gallon zippy bag?
What was I thinking?
More folding and boxing and packing.
And bathroom scrubbing.
And I aproned up while doing all of this --
My nickname should be Messy Bessy. I have RUINED so many of my favorite shirts simply because I bellied up to the sink too closely while washing dishes, or got spattered while cooking or greasy while simply oiling, de-linting or cleaning a vintage machine.
Let’s not even TALK about eating, especially when it comes to things like SOUP. Or Salad. Or ice-cream.
I need to go through life with a bib on.
My Great-Grannie’s voice came to me while scrubbing out yet another wayward spot that had landed on a favorite t-shirt. “Put your apron on!” So I did.
It might be old fashioned, but I’m tired of buying something fun that I love, and having it ruined while cooking bacon, or sipping ice tea. According to my family I have an invisible hole in my lip and that is why dribbles are found everywhere on me.
Am I the only one? Are there any other apron wearers out there? And I’m talking full cover top to bottom apron, not one of those cutesy things that just goes around your waist, leaving your upper part exposed to dirt magnet disasters.
This is a test. This is a test to see if I can keep my clothing nicer for longer.
Put it this way – Butchers wear aprons for a reason. To protect their clothing from what their jobs throw at them. I’m a fabric butcher. Life is messy. Put an apron on!
Just don’t forget to take it off before you leave the house.
Saying goodbye to these daffies.
Thank you for brightening my spring times!
Saying goodbye to this view.
Thank you for causing me to slow down and appreciate the nature around me.
Saying goodbye to these ridges, hidden when trees are fully leafed out.
Thank you for reminding me that even if I can’t see the beauty, it is there.
This remains unpacked.
I’ll be back the evening of the 16th for what could be our last sleep-over. I left this for some possible evening stitching.
We’ll have a loaded trailer of stuff to take to our closing in Jefferson on the 17th, and we’ll go straight to the new place from there to drop off load number one. We may or may not sleep in Virginia the first night, it depends on how much we can get unloaded. There will be many back and forth trips over the next several weeks from one cabin to the other to get the job done. The two cabins are about an hour’s drive apart from one another.
At this point I’m glad that we don’t have to be all OUT of the old one in one day. We can take our time. I'm also glad that it is MARCH and not January.
No time to waste this morning, though. Jason and Jenny are coming up to Wallburg for a weekend visit and I need to get home to see them!
I’ll catch you from there!
Quiltville Quote of the Day!
Vintage nine patch quilt found in North Carolina.
The hard part for me is letting go of the need for control, and trusting that better things are on the horizon.
We can mourn the changes, or we can look at them as an exciting adventure. I choose adventure!
I also chose to eat the last Klondike bar from the freezer for breakfast as we prepare for this move….There was only one, and I was the only one here. It seemed to make sense to me!
Have a lovely Saturday, everyone!