August 19, 1935...... a
lifetime of hopes, dreams and happiness ahead of them.
Sweetheart roses in softest pink, a pale pink organda dress and hat...my beautiful mother married my handsome father in Chippewa Falls, WI. Their trusty Model T Ford decorated with crepe paper.
So long ago. And yet, as their first born child how could I not remember their anniversary. Both have been gone for many years now, but dates and pictures linger. Life has taught me that any month at all, is a perfectly good time for beginnings.....or endings. And then time just keeps flowing into the next and the next.
Purple Patches...the lump sum
in 4 days
all but did me
in...LOL. I managed to cut some strips the other night and piece a few simple 9 patches to set with a focus fabric block. Obviously NO thought or planning was involved. I just needed to sew.
I can only speak for myself, but it seems that some combination of age and state of mind creates a dust storm in my head, and it's quite easy for me to get lost in the shuffle. Not physically lost as much as in my head. I rarely accept more than one appointment, two at the max, in any one week. So this past couple of weeks was "over the top" for me.
Everything changes based on "pulling" one card from the deck...and having the tooth pulled and then the MRI, each invasive in its own way, really capped off the week.
I'm feeling better today, and hope to be back to my old Finn self soon. Then I'll regroup and jump in. I'm behind of reading blogs and leaving comments...sorry about that...*VBS* Only one more weekend and then it's Sept...oh my!
2 hours ago