Sunday, February 24, 2013

I have, for many years, searched for my maternal relatives.  I never really found anything.  And certainly not anything recent until a couple of months ago.  I bought an membership and started searching again.  I came up with the same thing except this time, I had access to the 1940 Federal Census.  On that census I found my mama's name.  She was born in 1936 so there were no previous mentions in earlier census records.  I dug around on what I found and finally tracked down a couple of real, live, relatives.  They are my mama's second cousins!  

I googled both names and found a mailing address for one of them.  I stuck that information in my files and decided to write her a letter.  I wrote the letter but never mailed it...  I was afraid.  Afraid of rejection, afraid of no answer, afraid of opening up old hurts if there were any.  All sorts of things ran through my mind.  I decided to search Facebook for them, hoping to get a glimpse of what to expect, I guess.  Were they nice people?  Would they be bothered by my attempt to contact them?  I found one cousin on Facebook and sent her a message.  I never got a reply so the air was let out of my sails just a bit.  I, once again, went to the letter I had written and never sent.  I read it over and over again.  Finally I just printed it out, along with a copy of all the facts I had discovered, and walked right down to the mailbox and sent it on its way.

I'm not sure I really ever thought I would get a response so imagine my shock when I received a reply by email.  I sat there, staring at the screen of my laptop, not really trusting my eyes, for quite some time.  Once I decided I wasn't seeing things, I stared at it some more.  Scared to death to open it up.  Let me explain that fear.  I will be 50 years old in August.  Never in that 50 years, have I known anything about my Mama's family.  Basically, all I knew was the names of my grandparents and that my Mama left and really never looked back.  I have imagined every scenario behind her leaving.  Good stuff, bad stuff, fairy tale stuff... but we were never privy to that part of her life.  It just wasn't spoken about.  I didn't know what kind of people they were or if they even knew about me, much less wanted to hear from I stared.  Preparing myself for what was in that email.  

Finally, I gathered enough nerve to click on the email.  When I read the first line, my defenses fell and tears filled my eyes.  "WHAT A SURPRISE!", is what that first line read.  Praise Jesus, she was glad to hear from me!  Now, I am so excited to say, I've emailed her, she called - I missed it :-( , she emailed again and I replied! 

I hope some of the missing pieces of the puzzle will finally be put into place, but what is most important to me, is finally finding maternal relatives and keeping in touch with them.  God is good!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

This is embarrassing to admit, but I've become a hoarder!  I know, I know!  The nutcase that hates clutter and dirt couldn't be a hoarder.  Well, I didn't realize I have a problem until I started cleaning my craft room.  We are trying to finally get that room finished out but in order to do that, I must move everything out.  Over the past six years, I have used that unfinished, studs showing, plastic paint cloth covered ceiling, raw concrete floored room, as my craft space.  Ok it is more like the local landfill, these days.  I have so  much craft stuff, clothes, shoes, scrapbooking junk, just thrown everywhere.  I'm serious!  I can tell, you still don't believe me.  Well, I have proof!

Exhibit A:

No, that is not garbage contrary to what my Mister may say.  

 There are drawers and drawers of rolls and rolls of ribbon, lace, and doo-dads.  Bags and bags of silk flowers, shelves of every size and shape, wire baskets, scrapbooking supplies...

Beads, old jewelry, tons of picture frames, crayons, markers, paints, pens and pencils.  Old towels, computer software, hot glue guns, knives, hammers, tweezers, twine, string, and rope.

Boxes and boxes of sewing notions, hair ties, extension cords, buttons, more glue, more paint.  Hair extensions(yes, I said hair extensions.).  Mannequin heads, lampshades, hats, cutting boards, irons and ironing boards...  

This is only a small portion of what I have on hand.  I've already filled and stored about ten large plastic tubs with old sheets, vases, more flowers, Christmas ornaments, yards and yards of fabric, felt, faux fur, and burlap.  Did I mention flowers?

And we aren't even going to that place where yarn multiplies like rabbits!  

Yes, indeed, this is embarrassing to admit.  I'm a craft hoarder!  And why, would I post this, for all the world to see?  Because, I need motivation, humiliation, and a good swift kick in the britches, to complete my mission.  I really want this room to get finished out this Spring, so I need a reminder to push forward!  I am about half way there!  No I am not getting rid of my stuff, just storing it until I need it.  Oh and that's another thing.  I am pledging to not purchase anything else until what I have is used or thrown away... with the exception of patterns when they are on sale and items needed for decorating for parties.  ;-/

And to think just last year I purged(or so I thought) that room, of all unwanted craft stuff.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Mister and I, did a little flea marketing this past weekend.  Really didn't see much that sparked my interest enough to spend much money but I did find a few things and found a couple of booths with crafty things, which sparked a bit of inspiration.  Of course, at this time, it is just inspiration...not motivation.  :-(

Here the little things I did buy.  Some I will use in my own craft projects(one day), and others I just thought were sweet and will go well in the spare room and my bathroom.

The doilies will be used in other projects and the little lady spoke to my heart in some way that said, "please, madam, may I come home with you?".

I love the little roses that adorn her dress.

She is actually an ornament but I think she will rest upon a pedestal(doll stand) where she can see all the beauty around her.

This precious little tussie-mussie was marked half-price.  It is so pretty but the picture just doesn't do it justice.  Usually happens when I photograph something in my bathroom.

I spent about $4 all together.  Not bad for a fun day with my Mister.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Sunny Winter Day

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day.  At least for a while, it was warm enough, for the Grand-blessing and I, to go outside for a bit.  We seem to have a little routine for such outings.  

First, we do a little fishing. (I'm sure the critters love all the little things that end up in their water trough.)

Then, we play in the treehouse for a while. I caught her by surprise hence the face.

 We checked to make sure the birds have plenty of food.

Check the mail.  Papa got something very important!

We found that the Narcissus are starting to wake from their winter sleep.

Nosy-Rosy came looking for a bit of corn.

Saw that Granny really needs to change out the fall wreath on the front door.

Enjoying the sunshine and receiving kisses from Big Roy!

And that is how we spend nice sunny winter days!  Sure glad we did because by the time the Princess got up from her nap, a cold front had come through and it was freezing cold out.