Supergirl!

I don't normally just throw someone out there like this, but hey, I'm bored waiting on Sis to call to go walking.
This is Kristi. One of her 7 jobs (vet's assist., night attendant, doggie/housesitter, bingo number caller, semi-pro wrestler with 3 championship titles, oh I forget the other one) is serving as the youth director at our church. That should imply that she directs the youth. I think she has too much fun to actually be called a director, but I think she indirectly directs them. That is to say that the way she lives her life, (taking on any job with good cheer, joyfully serving others, honoring her mother and father like you wouldn't believe, being a happy, healthy, loving mentor to sometimes ornery, moody teenagers) is leading by example to the teens and preteens in our church. She sings in the choir too!
She is completely awesome, if the kids get crazy at youth group meetings (bickering, mood swings, pouting) she just trots them all outside for a game of foursquare, or puts them in a headlock, whichever the situation calls for.
Her wrestling persona is supposed to be one of the bad girls. When the youth group took their parents to a wrestling match, we were all instructed to boo and hiss at her instead of applauding. It was hilarious! She is supposed to come out looking mean and vicious and scream at an old lady in the front row. You should have seen all the kids' faces when she came out and screamed, "SHUT UP, GRANDMAW" at that old lady. They were in total disbelief! After watching her help all the elderly ladies at church week after week! The next Youth group meeting they were very quiet and behaved! Don't wanna make her mad, do we?

Day at the Zoo

Some days are good, and you feel all, "Look at me, I'm swell!"
You feel like all your friends are there to back you up. Everything's cool.

Then BAM! You're struggling with the monster blues.

You try hanging out and talkin' to your friends.

But some days you just feel like smelly, slimy fish!

Uh-Oh

I'm in trouble, but not too much. My last quilt, the one with my Dad at the gate. You know, the one that was so cool because the border is made with one of Dad's old workshirts? Well, today the local paper had our Yulee Stitchin Sisters on the front page. Lots of pictures, including one that described that quilt, including how I scarfed Dad's shirt to use for the border!
Well, today was the first Dad has EVER seen/heard any of this. He just doesn't understand quilts that aren't used for covering up! I think he is proud of me, without truly understanding what I do. or why.
I think he was pleased with the article, but won't admit it. He is definitely one of a kind.

This has always been one of my favorite photos of my mother. It was taken on the FSU campus around 1958. She is the center of attention in her salmon colored dress. She was a tall drink of water, wasn't she? Her two brothers (the tall ones) were always pretty close, watching out for baby sis. She looks like she is full of attitude, probably needs watching! If you only knew her for the last decade of her life, you really missed the best part. I remember her like this...beautiful, confident and full of spunk.

Sewing for little ones

This is a picture of my brothers a long time ago. My mom made those little plaid jackets along with many of the clothes we wore. Here are some pics of my girls wearing some pretties that I made for them.

Apology

My sincere apologies for leaving that poor lady's blonde head just sitting there for so long. Thank you (you know who you are) for the gentle nudge.