...and a few minutes for me.
Very busy week. So glad I'm not in OH with the cooking team. C was bemoaning the fact that she was already tired and it was just Sun afternoon. They have all week left. I noticed in the planning of the kit. team that they were attempting to do WAY too much extra. Fixing two meals a day for 200 people is totally enough but someone was suggesting little niceities for the kids and special snacks at 10:00 p.m. after worship. I don't know who but they were going to do it. I'm afraid if I hadn't told them earlier that I was not going, hearing of these extras would have done me in. With less than two weeks since our church mission trip, I knew I would not be able to do it well. I could have done it if I just had to but they had 8 people going so that's enough to handle the job (don't know about the extra things they're planning.)
Speaking of the last two weeks, last week I slept from 8-10 hours every night. I think I'm getting caught up from the week before VBS, VBS week and mission trip--not even mentioning the visit from the kids just after the trip and M's trauma management of putting her husband in a nursing home. She depended on me that first week. I'm glad I didn't have anything planned that week. I was only able to accomplish a few things on my Create List. More creating was done last week because she had some extra travel help. I'm taking her today, staying for lunch and then bringing her home. R is actually improving even though he asks her to take him home everyday. L was visiting on Fri and Sat, went to visit him and noticed the improvement. He encouraged his dad to continue his exercise and socialization--that they were good for him. I don't think that will pacify R but maybe it did. I've told M that this is permanent. She seems to forget why he's there--she just can't take care of him at home anymore. Things look different from a different perspective. L talked to her about moving out there to adjacent housing but the cost is astronomical and there are already 4 condos for sale in her building alone. Selling one more would have to take a miracle. Not that God's not in that business. I've seen greater miracles in my lifetime.
I have to create a dress(es) for SC, A's request. I'm not a good seamstress and the time it takes to plan and adjust and execute it in the right way is more than I get for the dress--though I do enjoy recreating existing clothing, making new out of old gives me pleasure.
When I was delivering the items to Relics Sat. the shop owner asked me if I could make a little felt flower like the one he had there. I looked and said I could, went home, drew a template, cut out the felt pieces and made the flower. My felt is not the same texture, much more fluffy, but they turned out amazingly close to the original. Is it plagerism when I make my own pattern? I'm not selling it in the same on-line shop but in a small, cozy little shop in Averyville, IL. Artists say that techniques can be shared. Put your own touch on it and go for it. Yes, mine is different--felt, size, decorations, stitching, ribbon. Ok, I've talked myself into it. They're going there this week. He also mentioned another piece, a wedding headpiece. Yes, I can make that, too, I think. I'll try this week and post my results on my other blog.
Three grandboy's birthdays within ten days this month--one was 16 yesterday. Where does the time go? The others are 10 and 13 on the 20th and 27th. Needless to say, on top of everything else, I've had some birthday shopping going on, too. Must create for an hour before my M/R visit. Ta-ta for now.
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