Thank you

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. This time has been especially difficult for the aunts and uncles in the family, my mother included. They had a brother, an uncle I never met, that was killed on a motorcycle when he was 24 years old. This past week brought back painful memories for them.

The brother of my cousin was released from the hospital the next morning. (see previous post) He was at the service and holding up well. They were very concerned about him because of a heart condition.

I hope all of you are well and able to be with your families.

Have a nice weekend.
Teresa

Memories

I haven't been sleeping well for a long time. It is funny that when you are up during the night and not able to sleep thoughts from your past creep into your mind. It is early morning and I was thinking about toys I use to play with. I had a doll named Mary Ann and she meant a great deal to me. One Christmas my mom asked if I wanted a new doll and I told her no because Mary Ann would be jealous. :) I was only 4 or 5, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

Another favorite toy or should I say fashion accessory was my Duncan Hines cake box purse. My mom would save the cake boxes for me. She would cut the top of box off to make it even around the top. I would then take a broken necklace and pin it to the sides of the box with safety pins to make the shoulder strap. I could fit quite a lot in my purse.

My dad (he died when I was 15) was a carpenter. When I was very young he made me a cupboard for my toy dishes. It was a wooden box with shelves that sat on the floor. It was about 2 feet high, just the right size for a small child. He even put tea hooks in so I cound hang my tea cups. When he was done I took a magic marker and drew on the top. It was now a cupboard/stove. I had drawn circles for burners, which seemed practical to me. I could store my dishes as well as cook.

Some memories are made to be written down. This morning they make me cry, but by this evening they will make me laugh. One doll, a wooden box, and a cake box purse are some of the most delightful memories of my childhood. It is the simple things that make us happy.

Until my next post, take care.
Teresa

Just A Note

This brief note is to let you know I am still alive. I have been stitching and knitting. I can't give proof of that because the batteries in my camera are dead. I did by new ones that can be recharged, so I should have pictures for my next post.

The days here are finally beginning to cool down and the leaves are starting to fall. I have opened a window in my bedroom so Babe (my white cat) can enjoy the breeze. Every now and then, he will see something interesting and make a chattering noise. I can't let him outside because he will climb a tree and not come down. I have had to go up three times in a bucket truck to get him down. It is not easy to find someone with a truck to help get a cat out of a tree and I do not care to be that high off the ground. I know I should have learned my lesson by the second time this happened, but my heart broke when he was at the front door begging to get outside.

Thanks for all the comments. I appreciate the company. Take care. :)

A Full Day

I was so excited to see two comments on my first post. Thank you so much! :)

I had a job interview today at a craft store. WOW! They are open on Sunday and I didn't mind going in today. I am not sure what my chances are for getting the job, I'll have to wait and see.

My cousin lives near the store so I went to visit her. We talked cross stitch for four hours. She went through her stash of charts and sent me home with many of them. Thanks Sharron. :)

Everyone take care.
Teresa