She made sweet tea as thick as syrup. Biscuits like no other I’ve ever had. There was always an egg custard pie in the fridge. The fridge outside was always full of ice-cold bottled sodas from the coke man. She hugged the life out of you. Literally. She would hug me so hard I couldn’t breathe during those 60 seconds. She talked a lot. She was a bit of a hoarder. She loved her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to pieces. She was always so glad to see you and sad when you left.
It has been just over a year since my Grandmother passed away. She was 91. By far she was the most influential grandparent I’ve had. We lived way out in the country and they lived a short distance from us. My dad was a farmer so more often than not I would be at NaNa’s and Granpop’s piddling and playing. She let me get into every nook and cranny in that house. All the drawers, all the closets. I played with games that were my dad’s when he was little. Old horseshoes, pick-up sticks. I watched her cook and bake. She let me help make the meringue topping for the lemon meringue pie, make my own cookie recipe, taught me how to make her infamous strawberry shortcake. The talents of this woman were passed down to all her children. A lot of creativity thrives on this side of the family.
NaNa was a strong, stubborn, fussy and mean at times, but all together a sweet, loving woman. She was super crafty as were a lot of women in her day. Very talented. She crocheted, sewed, quilted, decorated cakes, and worked in the yard. This woman was ALWAYS in the yard. Not gardening vegetables, mind you. Flower and plants. Weeding and Pruning. Landscaping and un-landscaping. Planting and digging up. Whenever we came to visit she was in the yard in longs pants, a long sleeve button up shirt, gloves, tattered slip-on shoes and a worn straw hat. She always showed me her flowers and what she had done in the yard lately. Then shooed me in out of the heat to get a drink for myself.
She WAS the only grandparent that would get on the floor and play with my kids. Always, even at 90. She always wanted me to leave the babies with her. It surprises me she only had 4 children she loved babies so much. I miss this woman terribly. Toward the end most of the time she didn’t know who I was. This was very, very difficult. I think of her daily. And I hope my children will always remember her. I have so many memories of her to share with them.
Good Morning Sunshine! Bright and early at 6:45. Mom I’m hungry, Mommy I want some milk!!! Why is it when you have kids it takes so much longer to wake up? You know those mornings when you don’t finish getting to all the dirty dishes in the sink? The evenings when you have to stop the dishwasher so you can wash your husband some clean underwear? Because in this house I can’t run the any water at the same time. Resulting in like I said a pile of dirty dishes in the sink. And no room to wash my coffee press. S–T–A–R–B–U–C–K–S!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you please just be in my kitchen on mornings like this. With the every so cheery baristas and glass case full of pastries ready to be eaten? Please??? It would be my dream to be handed a latte of my choice first thing when I am barely awake enough to step out of bed.
But not today. Good morning leftover coffee in the fridge waiting to be reheated. Smile, it’s a new day!
You know those days? The days you just feel like you can’t handle anything. The kids making noise, the dryer making noise, just everything. One of those is days today. So as the day was ending I opened a beer, sat down, and watched a couple of music videos. Breath. I need to start doing yoga. TOMORROW. I have to stop PROCRASTINATING. I would definitely feel better if my body/mind were in tune. I would totally be a different person. But right now a beer will have to do. Until tomorrow. Hopefully, I will get it together. Hopefully, it will not be another BANG HEAD HERE day.
In my teens I wrote poetry or half drunk love depressed scribblings. I drew. I had creative ideas.When I fell for my husband my writing waned off. I was happy for once. I wasn’t all depressed wallowing in my sorrow. I think I read somewhere a lot of poets and artists were suffering from depression or insanity. That explains a lot, right? Then I had my first daughter. Then life took hold. All the while my creativity continued on it’s path deep inside. I don’t know why or how. If it was a subconscious thing where I couldn’t balance being a mom, being a wife, being a homemaker so I just keep it inside. Then 2 more kids came along pretty darn close together. I was frazzled and consumed by mommyhood. A bit depressed too.
I’ve never really decorated my home much. The lack of money for extras was my reasoning. I started reading blogs. A couple in particular caught my interest on social media. I started realizing that you can totally remake & refresh spaces on a budget & with what you already have. Painting furniture really got me dazzled. It’s amazing what you can do with old worn out furniture and paint! It breathes in new life! As I mentioned a couple of local bloggers caught my eye. Debbie of RefreshRestyle and Jamie of SouthernRevivals. They literally have been my awakening and inspiration. Thank you girls!!!
Awesome quote to remember!
Teacher’s gift made from cutting board
I am still consumed with being a wife, mother, and homemaker but I am letting the creativity out a little at a time.
BEACH sign made from old wood
I haven’t properly gotten into the before and after picture thing. I am so impulsive I just start a project on a whim. This frame I found at a garage sale–it was just brown wood. I was going to photo it before and the process but my camera battery was dead. I promise that is truth. I really made a big, big mess with this. I had an old cork board that was beat up from my daughter’s room. It was about to go in the trash when I had an epiphany. Yes, an epiphany. I decided to wrap it in the burlap I had put under my Christmas tree. Since all that stuff was packed up I had to go searching and pulling out stuff. Which meant the kids got into everything I pulled out. GRRR!!! I cut the cork board which was backed in some sort of cardboard something. And it made a huge mess. It cut unevenly and tore. But I eventually got the burlap on, then taped it with gorilla tape. Yep, that’s how I roll. Then I nailed it to the frame. Then all out-of-order I painted the frame with milkpaint. Miss Mustard Seed’s Typewriter to be exact. It is some good stuff and really goes a long, long way with just a little. Waxed it up and TaDa!!
Then I glued some tacks on a few scrabble letters and on a few tiny clothespins. Then I put Washi tape on the clothespins. I got those ideas from Pinterest. Cute! Love WASHI tape! So what do you think?
The Farmer’s Market is in full swing. A lot of our favorite summer vegetables are starting to arrive. I don’t know about you but some veggies we are dying to get our hands on. Sweet corn and okra are my favorites. Not here quite yet. Oh, but there are multitudes of goodness going around right now!
Oh…and these red onions right here. They are to die for. So incredibly sweet and delicious. I have been waiting for these since last year!!!
ALL ORGANIC-Snap beans, zucchini, cucumbers, Vidalia onions, green pepper, swiss chard, red russian kale, yellow cherry tomatoes
My 4 year old daughter really vies for attention at the market. ‘TOMATOES, TOMATOES, I LIKE TOMATOES!!’ Not on my list today. But apparently is was on hers. So the nice man asks her if she wants a tomato. Of course she said yes. Then she says ‘I LIKE BLUEBERRIES TOO! That girl was trying for some free blueberries too!
This isn’t all we got today. We bought our usual milk from a local dairy. And some pastured beef and pork for the week. When your child says ‘Mom! We have to go to the market for some milk!’ –It really means something special!!