Archive for September, 2009

Here it is. THE sock.

Yes, finally.

Why is this a big deal, you ask? Well, considering I had so very many restarts on the grandson’s baby socks that he outgrew them before I finished them, this one only took 3 tries and about 3 weeks!

I’m kinda full of myself right now.

But then I realize that my husband actually needs TWO of these… and I’m back to reality.

So I’m getting up my double pointed size 5’s and this wonderful Italian yarn (can’t find the label but I will update when I do to tell you what brand it is) and I’m starting on the next sock. This one will be easier because I think I’ve figured out all the hard stuff now.

My friend and neighbor Heather and my new friend Margaret at Unwind yarn in Savannah are the most patient sock teachers EVER, by the way!

I’m also thankful that I recorded Knitty Gritty on a day that Stephanie Pearl-McPhee was on! She was great in her instruction and I could pause her as much as I needed and play it back!

So that’s my story… I guess now I can stuff a sock in it! :0)


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Certain Security

Posted: September 16, 2009 – 12:15am

People are worried about their finances these days. Saving for the future is a big deal. Working hard to have savings, checking balances, watching stock exchange reports, it’s all part of the everyday. Economic turns in the past many months prove that many of the most solvent planners have lost big time.

When young people marry and start their lives together, love is enough to see them through. Nearly 33 years ago my husband John and I set up our household with mom and dad’s sofa, a delightfully decorative Spanish L-shaped monstrosity that had some sort of gold corduroy fabric covering its cushions. The black wood was striking against the faded gold fabric that had somewhat survived through many years of four kids jumping on it and adults napping upon its former luxuriousness.

But we were grateful for having something to sit on, and love saw us through.

Our cars were old. One was a 1966 Plymouth Fury. It was a land shark, which might be cool to have now but back then it was like driving that Spanish sofa monstrosity along city streets. The other was a 1968 Grand Prix. He and I bought this when we were dating. It cost $850 and we combined our measly paychecks to make payments for nine whole months. I spent a lot of frightening moments as I had to pour gasoline straight into the carburetor. More than once a flame shot up as I started the vehicle. Putting gas into the engine was a prerequisite for driving, as it often wouldn’t start without it.

Just as we were thankful for the ugly sofa we were also grateful for having something to drive because we were kids in love and we didn’t care. And even though I was stranded more than once along the highway, love was enough to see us through those times.

When we began buying “nice” things, we could only afford the kind of stuff you have to put together yourself. A book of instructions would be spread out on the floor with parts strewn about. We would help one another with each step until the project was complete. It was part of the whole “love” thing, and we enjoyed going through it together.

Economics are a fact of life, no doubt. But money shouldn’t define us. It shouldn’t matter if we have the latest and greatest of things. They will all end up in a heap at the dump one of these days. None of the “things” that we slave for are eternal. There’s not one electronic or metal or plastic or paper that is going to be there when all is said and done, and there certainly isn’t a human that will be there when all is said and done.

So what do we have? Ephesians 5: 5 says, “For this you know with certainty, that no immoral or impure person or covetous man, who is an idolater, has an inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God.” I love this because the Bible says “certainty.” I have not been to a single bank or retail store that can offer “certainty.” Money back guarantees? Sure, but certainty? I haven’t seen anyone to offer that, ever. We need to consider if we are immoral, impure or covetous. Do we idolize our “things” or other people??

Embracing immorality and impurity, being covetous or idolizing isn’t going to give us any eternal security of the biggest inheritance that is just waiting for us. What if we’ve already been these things? We have. We’re human. We ask and God will forgive us for it and we can move on. Toward Him.

Forgiveness will be given. A brand new life is promised. A few verses further in Ephesians tell us, “…you were formerly darkness, but now you are the light in the Lord; walk as children of light.”

Wow. We can toss out that tattered former life, the one we had to pour frightening things into just to keep it running. The one that was faded, ugly and worn and we can walk as children of light. Especially now, God’s love is enough to see us through. His promise is certain. He gives us eternal security.

He’s even given us a book of instructions. It’s all just part of that whole “love” thing that God offers. The difference is that His won’t fade or break down. It’s forever.

And it’s guaranteed.

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Adorable Asher!

This is my 8 month old grandson.

He is too precious for words.

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Last year my doctor told me to create a routine in order to reduce stress. My evening routine is so pleasant that I find myself looking forward to that time all day. It is the time when I put on my nightgown, stretch out in my recliner, pick up my knitting and relax with my sweet little Boston Terrier Hoover, lying on my legs.

He is so accustomed to our “quality” time that he waits for me to get settled, looks across at the shabby chic quilt I made, watches as I drape it over my legs, then he jumps up and snuggles in. I took this photo tonight as he was lying with me in my chair.

Just as sure as I am typing this, I know for a fact that God sent this little angel to comfort me. He came into my life at the most perfect time and I love him dearly.

I thank God for the sweet wonders of life and the compassion and gentleness of this little dog who loves me unconditionally.

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A knitted village

Since I love to knit, my friend Kaye suggested I check this out…

I would hate to dust this “village”.

Besides, I thought old ladies only knitted afghans. While I must admit they are rather talented, what possessed them to do this?

See the rest of the pix here

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I received this from my cousin Laura. She and my friend Robin always send the very best forwarded emails!


1. She was in the bathroom putting on her makeup under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter as she’d done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, “Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!” I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye.

2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him 62. My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, “Did you start at 1?”

3. After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. She heard the children getting more and more rambunctious and her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three year old say with a trembling voice, “Who was THAT?”

4. A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire that hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.” The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”

5. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, “Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?” I mentally polished my halo and I said, “No, how are we alike?” “You’re both old,” he replied.

6. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. “What’s it about?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”

7. I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door saying, “Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these, yourself!”

8. When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, “It’s no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.”

9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, “I’m not sure..” “Look in your underwear, Grandpa,” he advised, “mine says I’m 4 to 6.”

10. A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, “Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.” The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. “That’s interesting,” she said, “how do you make babies?” “It’s simple,” replied the girl. “You just change ‘y’ to ‘i’ and add ‘es’.”

11. Children’s Logic: “Give me a sentence about a public servant,” said a teacher. The small boy wrote: “The fireman came down the ladder pregnant.” The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. “Do you know what pregnant means?” she asked. “Sure,” said the young boy confidently. ‘It means carrying a child.”

12. A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog’s duties. “They use him to keep crowds back,” said one child. “No,” said another. “He’s just for good luck.” A third child brought the argument to a close. “They use the dogs,” she said firmly, “to find the fire hydrants.”

13. A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. “Oh,” he said, “she lives at the airport, and when we want her, we just go get her. Then, when we’re done having her visit, we take her back to the airport.”

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I found this fabulous hat at Food Lion, of all places! It sings “Ding dong, the witch is dead” and well, you’ll have to watch the video to see what else it does…


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