A Delicious Day

                                                           MERRY CHRISTMAS!

    Hope everyone had a wonderful day and got what you wanted for Christmas. I spent the day a bit different.

 

Christams Eve I spend at my son's home. It was a totally wonderful evening. Then they visit there other side of the family on Christmas Day. I pretty much do whatever, like trying a new cookie recipe I've been so wanting to taste.

                                                  

 

  It's really a pretty easy recipe and the intriguing part was all the ingredients sounded so yummy. Although I think next time I am going to add some pecans to the mix. If you look to the left there is a small bottle of orange juice. Hmmm!

 

 

I have to tell you these are the most delicious so soft cookies, I just have to share the recipe. I love the fact that they go so well with warm or cold tea. I made some decaffeinated green tea with pure honey. And added it to my favorite bottle find this year.

Isn't it just gorgeous! I love bottles that have an old look or feel to them. Although it's printed with water on the front it just added more interest. I will tell you I found it at Target, and yes, they still have them. In the summer I will add cold water and a couple peppermint leaves, let it sit over night, and walla a very fresh mint water. And it's delicious! Actually you can make it anytime of year.

 

 So before the recipe I thought I would give you a peek at how far I've gotten on the blanket I'm knitting. Again the idea came from Kristen who's Tonal Blanket was gorgeous! I did a bit of changing in the color scheme. The two greens I had just didn't suit me, so I'm just going to keep with the white stripe and change of colors. Next I will add a muted orange. I do have a twist for the finished blanket. I will show you during the Tah-Dah moment. 
With it snowing away here today, yes, cold, windy, and snowing like crazy. It's a good day for knitting. Now, for the cookie recipe....

ORANGE CREME CHEESE COOKIE

You"ll need:
1 Cup of Butter or Margarine - room temp.
1 Cup of packed Light Brown Sugar
3/8 Cups of Cream Cheese
1 egg, slightly beaten - room temp.
2 1/3 Cups of all purpose Flour
1 tsp. Baking Soda
1 tbsp. fresh Orange Juice
1 tsp. finely grated Orange Rind
Small portion of Confectioner Sugar for sprinkling.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees Grease a large baking sheet. I used the new foil ones which worked really well and didn't need to grease.

Put your butter, sugar, and cream cheese in a large bowl and beat until light and fluffy. Beat in the slightly beaten egg. Sift together the flour, baking soda, and add it slowly to the mix. At this point I used a spoon to blend the rest of the ingredients. After the flour mix add the orange juice and orange rind.
Using a tablespoon/I used a small cookie scoop drop them on your cookie sheets making sure they are well spaced.
Bake 10/12 minutes or until the edges are a golden brown. As soon as they come out of the oven make sure to sprinkle them with confectioner sugar.

These will melt in your mouth! I also thought of adding small semi chocolate chips next time as chocolate goes so well with orange.
Have fun and enjoy!

<3 Pamela



 

It's Really Tough

  Finishing a grapevine tree one started a year ago this month has been tough, especially when the pine tree was torn down. Why do we tear down so many things in this Country? This tree my favorite of things I have created from out doors. Very rustic, stands all year round.

 

 

It's really tough not to just say screw the Holidays, and lie down on my sheep skin rug in the warmth of a electric fireplace. Which I love! And of course with a nice bottle of white wine.

 

 

And it's tough to knit as fast as Kristen who's blog you must visit as I haven't seen anyone knit projects a quickly as she does. This one so far which is done after her latest blanket has taken me hours just to get this far.

 

 

Plus it's really tough knitting with straight metal needles I've had since a young teen, when you don't have the size you need in circular needles.

It' s also tough not to make mistakes when one is using double strands of the yarn of Carson Simply Soft. I choose this instead of  Paton (which I love) as I already had many of the colors on hand. Although Caron is really soft the strands also split very easy, especially when using double strands. I tried it first with one strand and it's was just too thin. I really like the feel of the doubled yarn just keep in mind it's a longer process, at least for me. Now, Kristen I don't know how she does it and can only imagine she would just zip along.

 

I am keeping track of the colors, it's only taking one skein per section. A bit cheaper than Paton if you're interested.

 Next on my list this Holiday countdown, making Christmas Cookies.
 

<3 Pamela

Gorgeous Poem for Newtown

Today I heard this poem, it was so beautiful it just had to be shared. It also saddened me to hear of the scammers that are taking advantage of such a tragedy. Greed has many faces and to take advantage of the loss of a child is just unacceptable on any level. After this poem I am no longer speaking of this, a day that shook a nation and left behind families to grieve. It's now time to let them have peace, give them back there privacy as it was before the tragedy.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF THE CHILDREN OF SANDY HOOK ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38

when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.

They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.

They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.

"This is heaven." declared a small boy. "We're spending Christmas at God's house."

When what to their wondering eyes did appear,

but Jesus, their Savior, the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.

Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring.

Those children all flew into the arms of their King

and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,

one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

And as if He could read all the questions she had

He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."

Then He looked down on earth, the world far below

He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe.

Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"

"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"

"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"

Then He and the children stood up without a sound.

"Come now my children, let me show you around."

Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.

all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,

"In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."

Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA

26 Acts of Kindness For NewTown Children

 

 Early this morning while watching Good Morning America on ABC. Laura Spencer suggested the country participate in 26 Acts of Kindness for each of the victims of 

Sandy Hook Elementary.

I thought it was a wonderful way to show how we can come together as humans in honor of those who lost there lives in such a tragic way.

 Please make sure you take time and read this entire post.

 

 I am working on what I can do for 26 acts of Kindness in truly meaningful ways. Ones that will honor each of those listed below with more than just a simple hello or helping someone with there packages. No, they have to be greater and they have to be heartfelt. For me, I personally don't want to forget there names, like those of many other tragedies which have happened before this one. These lives deserve more, so much more.

And, although we are all God's children, the small ones, the new ones to this life which represent a new beginning a new world to come, are here for all of us to acknowledge and protect as " the morals of our society, are in how we treat and protect the children." From what happened in NewTown it somehow doesn't ring true. It seems to be the way of this new world we live in, this new place where a lot these days, doesn't make sense. But tragedies are everywhere, more babies it seems have died this year of 2012 from violence then any other year I can seem to find.

Yet it's clear now places in our country still exist, where the innocent, those who trust the most, those who still want to believe and live as if the world still holds true, that evil doesn't or wouldn't touch. We can no longer afford to believe that way, now with this sad tragedy, can not wear blinders, no longer think that there is such a place so magical, it's untouched by such evil.

Those tiny little lives are changing things across the country which makes me believe there lives were not lost in vain. Let us not just make it a moment of tragedy to be left behind in a month. Let us make it really count. Let it make history, not in the tragedy of the moment, let it make history for the fact they lived, no matter how short the time. They lived, and by doing so they made this our America a better country forever.

In this senseless moment I have decided for the first time to work with color. To knit with the colors of the rainbow and make a blanket. And to work on what my 26 Acts of Kindness will be....in honor of those listed below.

May God hold them tightly and their parents even tighter as they begin a long journey for there own peace. God Bless the children below...and there heroic adults.

20 Children: Charlotte Bacon, 6 -Daniel Barden, 7 -Olivia Engel, 6 -Josephine Gay, 7 -Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 6 -Dylan Hockley, 6 -Madeleine F. Hsu, 6 -Catherine V. Hubbard, 6 -Chase Kowalski, 7 -Jesse Lewis, 6 -James Mattioli, 6 -Grace McDonnell, 7 -Emilie Parker, 6 -Jack Pinto, 6 Noah Pozner, 6 -Caroline Previdi, 6 -Jessica Rekos, 6 -Avielle Richman, 6 -Benjamin Wheeler, 6 -Allison N. Wyatt, 6

Six adults
Rachel Davino, 29 -Dawn Hochsprung, 47, principal -Anne Marie Murphy, 52, special education teacher -Lauren Rousseau, 30, teacher -Mary Sherlach, 56, school psychologist -Victoria Soto, 27, first grade teacher


Will you too participate? Will you too find 26 acts of Kindness, do them and write them down. Share them on your own blog? Make this like a chain letter that no one breaks....please once you have read this post, send it on to someone else. We must in honor of these 20 children and 6 adults make the loss of there lives really count for something greater than in the way they passed. Please pass this along and don't break the chain...

If you haven't read it...the poem in the post below is truly beautiful.

Thank you...Pamela

Poem for NewTown Connecticuts Lost Children

This goes out to all the 20 babies who lost their life on Dec.14, 2012 in NewTown Connecticut

 

May God Bless and keep all those babies in his arms. May he carry the parents as they find there way back to some kind of peace.
My heart goes out to all the parents who lost there babies, may you someday find good memories in this your time of sorrow.

 

 

I'll lend you for a little while the children of mine, God said,

For you to love the while they live, and mourn for when they are dead.

It may be six or seven years, or forty two or three,

But will you, 'til I call them back, take care of them for me?

They'll bring charms to gladden you. And should their stay be brief,

You'll always have your memories as solace in your grief.

I cannot promise they will stay, since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught below I want these children to learn.

I've looked this whole world over in my search for teachers true,

And from the folk that crowd life's lane, I have chosen one of you.

Now will you give them all your love and not think the labour vain,

Nor hate me when I come to take these lent children back again.

I fancy that I heard them say, 'Dear God Thy will be done',

For all the joys these children will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We will shelter them with tenderness, we'll love them while we may,

And for all the happiness we've ever known, we'll ever grateful stay.

But should the angels call them much sooner than we've planned,

We will brace the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

 

My Prayers and Blessing will be with you. I will never forget you and your babies.

Unique Fingerless Mittens

I've been trying to get in as much knitting as I can... working to finish my sweater coat and fingerless gloves to match. I've been taking a break going back and forth from the gloves to the coat sweater, which is taking longer than I though it would. Truth be know, my butt has gotten a little bigger and the coat had to go up a bit larger. I am going to keep at it thought until it's completed. In the meantime I am also knitting the gloves to match. I didn't want to make them ivory and spend my time washing them constantly to keep them clean. So as you know I opted for this color. A taupe and ivory combination. This is the second one in the making.

 

 

As you know I found this pattern here, but did a bit of changes to suit my own needs. I am not fond of the fingerless glove, only because they have no option to cover my hand if I am walking in the cold. I've seen the mittens with the cover that folds back which doesn't appeal to me either. I don't like the big half top of the mitten it just seems bulky to me. So all day yesterday I worked to get the fingerless mitten option I wanted, and believe me, I did a lot of ripping out of stitches to make it work. The pattern I used called for knitting flat instead of in the round and finishing the side with a mattress stitch to close, leaving a space for your thumb was optional. As you can see I left it open and crocheted in a bit of covering for my thumb.

Then I added a long crocheted cuff making it a fingerless glove. But, is it really!

 

 

This is the other side to give you a better view of the cuff and thumb addition. I made them 9" long and used Vanna White Yarn I had left over from making my slippers last year.

 

 

This is a better view of the fingerless glove and cuff by itself. I can't tell you how cozy warm it feels. The magic of what I did is next and I love it!!

 

 

I continued crocheting the top in single crochets and finished off with a round of double crochets. Then I was so excited to get one completely done, I grabbed a button which I thought was a bit of a darker rustic green. Not the case... as you can see it's a bit brighter than what I wanted so I will change it later. You can also see how it looks more like a mitten. I like my thumb left out for doing things like signing a paper or for whatever else. It just seem to help and I like the look!

 

 

I made my fingerless glove that turns into a mitten so easily, without the bulky half flat, that I just don't like. Plus it all looks knitted! Okay well sorta, to the eye who doesn't knit or crochet they wouldn't know. So how did I do it?

 

 

I did several rows of single crochet and decreased as the rows continued. I kept notes and will put them together for you sometime this weekend, hopefully. Notice how the top is closed? I began a chain to as if to start a crochet project, made it as long as I needed, to weave in and out of the double crochet round. Then I took the long pieces at the end of each of the chain tied them together after weaving.

 

 

Here is how the glove works...after I tied the chain I took the long ends and weaved them in to the chain to hide them. When I weaved the chain into the dc row I did it on the palm side. When pulled to make the closed mitten the chain goes over the top to the backside and attaches to the button. When the cuff is down both the button and pull chain are hidden perfectly, only to be exposed for use as a mitten. Isn't it just the bees knees?

 

 

I can't wait to finish the other one and start wearing them!!

 

<3 Pamela

A Bit of Holiday Decorating

Despite the fact it's hard to get past what occurred with my son in the early hours of Saturday morning. I've managed to put out my Christmas Geese. It's all I have done so far as my mind can't help but picture my son's face and my grandson's shivering little body, the fear in his little face.

 

 

These are my girl's which I have had for many years. They usually make their appearance sooner but they are now here. I named them when they first arrived in my home.

 

Ms. Bessie is in the back on the left has a birdhouse around her neck with snow and holly, she appears to be singing a Christmas Carol by her stance.
Ms. Gracie has a small Christmas Tree on her neck, who is on the right she's always watching Bessie doing what she does.

Ms. Sara wears a Christmas wreath around her, she loves to poke her nose ever where as you can see. Either way they are always the first to make a Holiday appearance.
My favorite of all my Holiday Decorations they always make me smile. I have filled the candle bowl with a few pine cones for now, I plan on  adding more....but for right now I just need to relax shift my mind in to another direction. Knitting something simple does this for me, takes me away from things for awhile. The rhythm is so calming.

I am making these wrist warmers that I found here. I love the way the Vanna White yarn that I had left over from making slippers last year, is giving them a cabin like feel.

I do believe the color is a Taupe/ Cream blend. I did what Julie mentioned at Little Cotton Rabbit and cast on with a cable cast on...I can tell already these are going to be so warm. Pop on over to her blog the pattern is waiting.

<3 Pamela
 

9 Year Old Faces Intruder

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   Tonight I sit watching for the first time a movie that has captured my attention. I am grateful, for a few hours my mind drifts off from early Saturday morning.  A day when in a small second a 9 year old boy was waking to a blast threw a door. A black man with a mask throws a father who places a gun at night underneath his couch were he sits, to reach, grasp the gun, only to find himself hit in the side of the head within seconds.

    A struggle over the gun begins as a small boy watches from his room. His dad fights to gain control removes the mask and gets a view of the intruder. The boy wondering what to do can not move, fear has frozen him in time. Seconds seem like minutes, a struggle for the gun continues as his father is beaten and finally pushed into the couch cornered by a coward, who could not do such a act of evil, without covering his face. Coward a word to polite to speak of him let alone write.

     Black in color, it seems they are everywhere, committing crimes, if not on TV, in my city, if not in my city, in my son's home. Yes, my son, my grandson, standing as he watches his dad struggle to free his home of this evil, and yet grateful, the gun did not fire. The coward gets what he wants and leaves a small boy frozen, a father in pain that his son had to witness such a violate act. A phone taken so no call could be made. A father weathered, looks to his own mother as she opens the door and sees her son confused, angry, helpless, she grabs him as he tries to tame the adrenalin in full emotion of what happened. The little boy grabs his Grammies gray sweat pants shaking, no coat are they wearing only exposed skin, he says grammie, he almost shot my dad, my dad could have died while I watched. I could have done something it's my fault, why didn't I do something, I was so scared. A grammie who bends down, grabs him and say, no, no, it's not your fault, you did nothing wrong. There is no shame in fear it grabs many of us not just you, look at me do you hear me, you did nothing wrong...as he shakes his head yes.

      Home a place where safe is what a child should be, home a place were he should look back years from now and smile. Home a place now, where one image takes away his innocence. A 9 year old thrust into a reality he can not process.

      A home invasion planned by a best friends family. A home invasion that lead us to his best friends door in the middle of the night in search of his brother, another coward who had to have someone else do his evil for him. I am a cougar, but not the kind you think, I am a mother, I am a protector, I have a divine god given right to protect my offspring. A mother who will move heaven and hell to protect that offspring, as I stood in front of a black man's face. There was no fear, push me I thought, push me to a limit beyond return and I will strike like a snake. He turns, runs into his home, only to be followed by a large black woman wearing glasses and a skinny black boy, begins to act brave, something he could not do as I stood in front of his face, he needed backup from two other people. Then he could mustard the words to threaten my life and push his weight around.

  Nearly nose to nose we stood as I said, back off, were is your brother... how could you do this to your friend, let this happen all in the name of money, your brother needing money to pay his bills... I have had enough of this world, the every day violence that has now enter my life through my son and his children.  Enough of black people, enough violence of any kind, is now in our lives. Am I prejudice I wonder, black people, black friends, I talk to all colors and now I find myself emotionally wrapped in the color black. What would anyone expect.

    As a mother, my son, when hurt... is that child riding his bike, the need to wrap around him and protect him as if time never changed. That's a mother, it's what we are... how we see our children in any kind of pain. The instinct to pounce never fades. I ask myself how did I find the my own courage to face a person in the dark night. I am a cougar..I am that mother braver, stronger in this new world, step out of my way...I am fed up with this world to the point when pushed there is no returning. Was I like this years ago I ask myself. Yes, I would have protected my children but with not as full of force as today.  One divorce that has giving me the power, the strength to stand up and say no more...damn it..no more. One world that has made me so angry because no one seems to care anymore the taken is all for ourselves.

    I will not speak of my son and his family today...the cowards do not desire the words should they somehow find this...they will not know of anything more than what they had done in that moment. I will not hand over any power, we will stand strong, we will get through this...my son knows he is a survivor, he knows in times like this you give up no control. Does one need to heal, of course, it's human nature. But in the end you push forward, work through this and move on...yet not without scars...as with any scar you simply find a way to live with them.

    A black boy and a white boy of the same size and age meet in junior high, become friends until Saturday. The colors for the moment have changed..how long before they leave only time will tell.

   I say this, " there should be tighter gun control, yes, a gun does not kill people a small boy witnessed two people fighting to fire a gun. One his dad, the other an intruder. The laws need to be implemented, if we need to take lessons be certified to drive a car then the same should be for a gun. Either way they both kill and that's the bottom line. I am not saying remove the guns, I am saying implement the laws, make it mandatory to take a test of maturity of your mental stablity, a test that will help us weed out people who use them to commit crimes. Teach families to learn how to properly shoot a gun, to be certified to have a gun just as we do a car. In a custody case one has to take a 4,000.00 mental assessment to gain custody of there own children. Do the same with guns and some will argue, you can get them anywhere if you really want one. I say fine, but it still needs to change.

  In the end we are blessed that no one was killed Saturday morning, not my son, not his son, not even the intruder, he too, could have left behind a heartbroken family. We thank God for this Blessing that all lives were spared.

Redecorating is it Real or Faux?

When it comes to decorating a space in my home I always say patience is a designers best friend. Especially if that designer is you. Redecorating a space when it's your own can be quite the task. No where, as easy, as doing someone else's space. When I redo a room I start with the paint, a color that says me. I look at the colors I wear which tells me I can live with that color. If you look at yourself you would be surprised what you will discover, right down to what you like in a room.

So I begin...here with this spot and ask can you tell what is real and what is faux?

 

To keep you from guessing I will tell you something about me, I am a person who lives for faux and functional items, things must always have a purpose, a use after all what good does a piece of furniture do for me if I can't use it. A majority of people who have ever been in any home I have lived in... can not tell the faux from the real thing.

With that said, it means I can change anything at anytime with just one word frugal.

 

 

Now can you see the faux. Yes, it's true pieces of black card stock has taken a white space behind my electric fireplace heater and made it blend in and not to mention hid those dreadful black cords. The great thing about the card stock it can be a pattern, a black on black pattern simply by using a high gloss black paint and a stencil and walla it's subtle yet interesting. So what will I do with the white base board give it a wash of water base black paint that not only will wipe off, but can be painted over incredibly easy. Take a peek back to the top photograph see any black cords? Oh, and make sure you use re positional tape when applying the paper, it comes off very easy.

 

 Did you notice the little blue marble on the carpet...I say this, "if you have time to clean behind everything daily or would even want too, you should be working for a cleaning service. Not this gal, I do this about 4 times a year. Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. In between have fun dust bunnies!

 

 

Now from that space I moved on to this one. The main wall in my kitchen thank goodness with the only window. I am not fond of windows that don't have the ability to have a simple covering, I enjoy seeing out the complete view from an open window. Now take a good look here...can you guess again what is faux or what is the real thing?

Let's see if you got it right...I am sure you guessed the black 3" by 3" black diamonds. Yup, card stock the same I used in the living room. But that's not the only thing. Figured it out yet? See the block in the upper right corner...that leads to something else very faux! And there it is again the dreadful black cords. Why can't someone figure out a way to hide these things when we don't own our home.

Maybe someone did!

 

 

The beauty of using any color card stock...what if it's not really what I want the space to look like, well when that light bulb goes off I can easily remove the diamonds. It also helps in deciding whether you'll like what your doing or while playing around with the paper you just might get a better idea.

Even if you plan on making it real instead of faux using paper gives you a sneak peek of whether you like it nor not. And, you can play around with different ideas.

If you plan on doing diamonds as I did, there is a secret to keeping them straight and the same height, that is oh... so simple.

Take a piece of white paper cut it the same size as your squares, mine remember are 3" by 3" then decide the height from the chair rail you'd like the diamonds to be. Then take your first piece which is one of the squares cut in half on the diamond shape, there is your beginning piece. Then decide how far apart you want them and your good to go. The white paper becomes your measuring piece for each diamond. Notice my paper is bent up about 1/4 inch at the bottom that was the height I choose. Now all I have to do is take the diamond and match the point to the top of the paper. Walla, so darn easy. And if I want to remove them easy peasy just peel them off, no painting required.

 

 

So let's take a look at the whole wall, shall we!

 

 

So far I like it...will it stay if it's meant to be yes. If not, time will tell me. All my windows are tinted so no one can see in but I can see out. I like it that way especially when it's dark. Hanging from the ceiling was last years Holiday gift from my son, five clear wine bottles with little round 7 watt white lights. The perfect night lighting. Now see the piece above the window it's a faux window fixture giving the window added detail. I love architecture in a room, so maybe I just might block in the cream walls with a framed detailed wood element.

The table and chairs I've had since the 80's all wood and since I love black...it's a wonderful color that not only grounds a room, it also lends a bit of class to any room. I am deciding on whether to paint the set in black to add more drama to the room, make it stand out more. To do this I will use the same method simply add black paper.

But I'm not done..what's on the table was the last redesign of the day.

 

 

As you know I love bringing the outdoors in...the piece of wood was brought inside found in a pile behind the garage. I put it inside a bag for months to make sure whatever creepy crawler made a home was gone. It's not a perfect piece of wood and that's what I love, nothing is or should be perfect. The burlap piece underneath was given to me by my neighbor. She didn't like the burlap feel and knew I love things old and rough in appearance, that is to some extent. It fits the scene, has the look of burlap and of course a black design.

 

The candle holder I just adore. I've had it for years now and just didn't know what to do with it, but with patience, it found it's place. I don't plan on painting it as I love the old appearance, plus and here comes a surprise. I will fill the pan with pine cones as I love to light candles, the wax will cover the pine cones and if my fireplace was real...walla...wax covered fire starters. Those will go to my neighbor, she has the real fireplace. Although I do like mine...I can turn off the heat and just let the fire burn.

PLEASE READ - my fireplace heater does not push heat from the back or gets warm in the back. Make sure your fireplace heater does not throw back heat.

<3 Pamela

Someone Say Knit..

Sunday was a dreadful rainy gray day. Although I am not real fond of snow, I am looking forward to it this year. Last year we didn't much, in fact, it was warmer than usual and quite rainy. The snow arrived only it melted the next day. This year most think we are going to get blasted for the calm of last year. Not to bother me though I have snow of my own. Yes indeed, I have lots of white yarn which is getting lost of use this year.

 

 

 After the news on Saturday I just kept my mind occupied Sunday knitting away. I can't really put my finger on it, but I seem to be knitting more and more...Pillows! Covering old ones with the new knitted. I finished this one last night except for the buttons. I used Caron Simply Soft it's not my favorite but again it's soft.

 

 

As I've mentioned I'm not big on color it tends to make it hard for me to focus, feels a bit cluttered to me. I do love the grannie square blankets I've seen online, like here, and here....and often wish I could find a way to incorporate them into my home. Yet it's difficult, when monocomatic is what I adore. But those colorful grannie squares are tempting me...to at least try one! Now what subtle colors would you suggest for this none color gal?

Have you notice anything that seems to be consistent with my knitting?

 

 

 

It seems I've been stuck knitting Cable Pillows...The one on the left is the new one done in Caron Simply Soft white, the other is also white only done in Bernat Chunky. I love the left one done with the 8 cable stitch, two purl, and 4 knit.

 

 

Which one do you like?

<3 Pamela

 

 

 

 

He cried for His Mom

I love Saturday's it a weekend of relaxing knitting and watching college football. My sister and I were on the phone back and forth as we watched from different states, the Georgia, Alabama football game. My son had called earlier and had arrived to take me to the grocery store.

We watched a bit of game, then I got ready to go, when his cell phone rang. I heard him say okay, I can come get the boy's is she alright. I stood there waiting for the phone call to end as the look on his face had dropped. I've always watched the body language of people I care about, signs that let me know how there day may have been, or if something may be wrong. It's the first thing I do when I see them, and throughout there visit. I love my family and that means noticing them in every moment I am with  them.

 

 

As he hung up the phone he said, "mama, we have to go get the boy's, she's at her parents house visiting." I said, "okay, but what is it?" His face down a look of just pure sadness, he said," she's pretty sure she just lost the baby." I leaned down gave him a hug and said, "I'm so sorry sweetie, let's go get the boy's." We got in his car, I put my hand on his back rubbing it has he drove. There was an expression on his face of disbelief, of shock, what had just happened. I ask him if he wanted to talk, he always knew there was nothing he couldn't say to me without judgment, just open ears. He said, no I'm okay mama. I could tell okay was not the way it was....yet I didn't pry, just kept rubbing his back.

I too, was numb, sad, shocked, death either way whether you're already here or a mere little one in a photo, a loss is a loss. You just seem to love that little one even before you know them. It's odd isn't it how someone you've never meant can capture your heart.

 

We arrived at the in laws home my son got out, he said, I'll be right back mama. I sat there and thought wait why did he say, I'll be right back? I should have gone in too. I leaned over to put my purse down when I looked up, this little boy was coming around the corner of the garage. I heard him yell grammie, grammie, as the tears flooded from his eyes. I opened the car door said, aw sweetie...as he yelled grammie, the baby died, mommy she was bleeding so hard right through her pants. As he leaned his head on my shoulder his breathing heavy, with tears flowing. I held tight as I could until I felt him ease up and let go. I took my hand wiped the tears coming down his eyes, he said, "grammie my perfect little brother or sister is gone." I know sweetheart, I am so sorry as he hugged me again. I said, "if I don't get to see your mommy tonight, tell her I'm so sorry and that I love her always" as he shock his head and said, "okay I will." Her parents had already taken her while her brother was with the boys.

 

That little guy is 9 so sensitive to life in general to every human he comes in contact with....it's amazing the heart he has, amazing that for being so young. Always making a majority of adults look ignorant to life and an example of how we should be yet were not....One day, he said to me, "people are suppose to love each other, there suppose to help each other grammie, it makes me sad." How can someone so small know so much most adults don't or for that even care about. Which reminds of the day he said, grammie I worry about you, no one should be alone." He is a special boy indeed!

 

So here I am today numb still thinking of his mom, how in a split second life can take a turn on it's own and send us somewhere else. After being homeless you'd think I would be better at this life thing the twist and turns, yet it doesn't work that way. If anything it makes me more aware and sensitive to anyone family or not who experience a loss of any kind.

 

 Marilyn Monroe said it best in many of her quotes. A woman who by her words alone was more than just a beautiful woman, more than just diamonds and glam, she had what many of us lack...she stayed humble, kept her principles despite all the lights of camera's. She said this...

 

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." – Marilyn Monroe

 

Well said, Marilyn! Now if only we all could learn what a little 9 year old already knows.

 

To the little one who took there wings and flew away, rest in piece, your home again. I will always think of you, hold you in my heart, and love you always, God keep you in his arms forever.

 

<3 Grammie