Saturday, March 25, 2017

Saturday Chatting

Since it's Saturday and I rarely have opportunity to do a post on Saturday, I think today's will be just another talking with no point. So, here's the random thoughts of the day:

It's best to remember to line up your pattern with the print on the fabric and check to make sure you can see all the colors and design before you cut the tie out. #lessonlearned

Baby sister and I were playing on my piano and came up with a great story/song about her. The sad thing is, when she asked me to sing it again, I couldn't remember it. Next time I will write it down #anotherlessonlearned

Anyone else want a nice peanut butter and honey or peanut butter and banana sandwich?

Listening to my baby sister talk in a British accent after watching her cartoon too much is adorable, but so is her southern accent when she talks like an American too, haha.

I somehow made the mistake of stumbling upon puns on Pinterest. Giggled for hours. Told my family. They didn't giggle as much. So I'll save the pun vault for someone who will appreciate them....

Back to the ties briefly.... I realized if I don't sell the ties I have made and am making still, my future husband is going to be forced to wear a tie every day for the rest of his life. Future husband, I apologize, but you'll look great, so don't worry.

True happiness isn't found in people, things, or experiences. It's found in God.

Since I am a Baptist, I can say this: We Baptists have the best casseroles and fellowships, the most infinity scarves and maxi skirts, and the best excuses for staying out of church when there's nothing wrong with us.

Does anyone else wonder what made the person who invented football think of it? "Hey, y'all, let's kick this little leather ball around and beat each other up trying to get it!" I mean, seriously, most sports make very little sense. My family likes football, though. I guess they understand it better than I do.

I love having a baby sister. I have a legitimate excuse for sitting here watching Big Comfy Couch and eating popcorn as long as she's here too. If she leaves, I have to go be an adult again.

My family is under the mistaken impression I will one day dress my sons in sailor suits and bowties. No, they shall be dressed like little men and wear suits and neckties, thankyouverymuch. Nothing against bowties but I prefer a necktie, and little fellows in suits are just adorable.

I almost did the unthinkable. I was given some abridged (ewww) copies of classic books from the dollar store and almost cut them up to make crafts out of. SHAME ON ME FOR EVEN THINKING OF DESTROYING A BOOK!!!!

Isn't it sad that people will pay $500+ for a phone, but won't give $10 to missions. People spend five hours on Facebook but won't spend 5 minutes in God's Word each day. People will text the entire day but won't spend any time in prayer. That's sad.

Found this quote about gossips on Pinterest and I loved it: Keep talking about me behind my back, and keep watching God bless me in front of your face.

Another great one: The more you point out someone else's flaws, the more you emphasize your own. Think about that before you go talking about someone else's business.

Isn't is funny how we go through life looking for that 'one special person' who will love us, while ignoring the One who loved us enough to die for us? Remember, you don't need another person to perfect you- you only need the Lord. You don't need a person to make you complete- only the Lord can do that.

Okay, I'll leave y'all with a joke to make you smile...
Did you hear the joke about the skunk? Never mind, it really stinks.

Have a great day in the Lord's House tomorrow!





Friday, March 17, 2017

See all that Pollen? That Means Spring is Coming!


I don't know about where you live, but here spring is coming. Sure, we still have cold spells where the wind sounds like it's ripping the siding off the house, and I fear for my little garden's wellbeing. But spring is well on it's way. Just look at the lovely, inch-thick covering of yellow pollen on anything that stands still for more than three seconds. Won't be long until GA decides to skip on into summer, which means I've got to hurry! There are spring plans to be made! For me, spring coming means:
Easter is coming. I need to plan my outfit (this is a big thing for me). Maybe I'll sew a dress or skirt, maybe I'll just mix and match from my closet. I'll need to find/make earrings to match, figure out which necklace will look dressy enough, and make sure whatever pair of shoes I'm wearing is in good repair. I know the day is not about new clothes or chocolate, and definitely not about a pesky rabbit that lays eggs in people's yards (who even thought that up???) but I'm going to the Lord's House, and I want to look like a true, modest lady when I do. No mini skirts or dresses, no skin tight, painted-on clothing, no outlandish styles or trends that only make an appearance once a year then get crammed in the back of a closet or donated to a thrift store.
My garden needs tending. The beautiful reddish-pink roses I accidently grew (it's a long story, I'll explain another day) were trimmed back in the fall, but they'll need some help shaping the new growth if they are going to reach over 8 feet tall again. I need to clear around the bottom of my lilac bush. There's morning glories to start, gladiolas to check up on, and seeds for the variety of flowers I enjoy that need to be found in stores. I'll have to decide if trying a new seed or root is worth it, since the last few attempts failed and I was left disappointed without a bleeding heart plant, lily of the valley, and several varieties of flowers I had hoped to grow. (PS if anyone knows any pretty flowers that grow well in GA weather, please tell me! I'm desperate for some new ones I can grow from seed!)
My room needs rearranging. In my house, moving rooms around is as common as spring cleaning. Grant it, I have a lot of big pieces of furniture that can't fit in many places (my antique style metal bedframe, a old fashioned writing desk, my huge computer desk...) but anything I can move around will be moved. This will result in stubbed toes and bruised shins from finding where I moved the furniture to, but I'll be happy with my 'new' room.
There's summer projects to plan. I don't travel much, so instead of making vacation plans, I make project plans. Some of these are book related, like making changes, editing and proofreading old ones, writing the beginnings (and ends, but not middles) of new ones and trying to print a few off without eating up all my ink. Other plans are for sewing projects, like a summer purse or five 😉. And of course there's my little DIY projects. I probably won't try 'stained glass' jars using food coloring and glue again, since those came out a sticky, staining mess. And I'll try my best to limit my glitter usage, since good glitter can be expensive. But I have a few plans for some gifts I want to work on early in the year for Christmas, and birthdays.
I have cards and letters to write and mail. I'm thankful to be a part of several groups where we exchange letters and cards for birthday or every month, just as a way to encourage and bring a smile to each other's faces. I love making my cards and putting special touches on them. Maybe this next round of cards I'll get out my old fashioned ink well and pen and do some calligraphy (Sounds like another something to do this spring, practice calligraphy...)
I probably should start back to some good habits I dropped, like practicing my piano playing. I haven't touched a piano in over a year, and I've had several dreams lately where I was quite proficient which are making me wish I hadn't dropped such a skill's practice. Starting back to walking and riding my bicycle are two more habits I want to resume, since the weather will be nicer.
Thinking up new ideas for my shop. I've been blessed since starting my shop to have great encouragement and support from my church family and friends, and I'm thankful for any advice anyone can give. Because I have such a great group of people helping me, I don't want to disappoint and I want to keep the shop fresh with new things. The latest few ideas I'm working on are neckties and some new wedding cake toppers, including a guitar worked in a lace design and a double heart. I'm always open to suggestions and try my best to 'get it right' when given one. Besides just the creative side of the shop, I've got the business side. I admit it, I stink at pricing. Thankfully, my friends and Mom are pretty wise when it comes to business sense and I've been given great advice to help remedy my lack of financial expertise. There's finances to go over, and marketing to manage (the second best part of the shop).
I'd say spring means weddings to attend, but sadly I know no one getting married and have no friends who are engaged to look forward to seeing married (Hint, hint, single friends with 'possibilities', y'all need to get engaged soon!) Baby showers... Again, none to attend, which is sad because I do love baby showers! So I'll just have to keep making and putting away wedding and baby gifts for my close friends and hope they'll be needed soon (and in that order, of course).
And, of course, my own wedding needs attending to. Yes, that's right, my wedding. I'm still trying to find a pattern for my gown that I'm sewing- you wouldn't believe how hard that is to do when you know exactly what it is you want. There's colors to decide on, and I need to decide on what kind of dessert we'll serve at the reception- mini cheesecakes, cupcakes, or a full buffet of desserts, since I firmly resolved to not have a traditional cake years ago. There are invitations to design, and bridesmaids who need to give their input on what they'll wear, and groomsmen's ties to sew. All I can say is, I'm ever so thankful for Pinterest!
And that's about it. My entire spring- which in GA seems to last about a month before summer takes over- is planned out. So, let's hear about your spring! What do you have planned?

Friday, March 10, 2017

The Grandmother of All Gossip- A Short Story

I wrote this story last year, and it got me so tickled that I still go back and read it from time to time when I need a smile. Hopefully y'all can see the humor in it, but also the truth: gossip only hurts people, and says a lot more about the person gossiping than the person they're talking about!
Update: I appreciate those who read my blog and take it for what it is- encouragement and made up stories. Sadly, there are those out there who only wish to indulge in back biting, sowing discord, and gossiping amongst family, friends and communities. So for this reason, I have turned off the ability to comment on this post. I appreciate those of you who read this from a godly standpoint and hope you continue to read and find encouragement.

 For the most part, the Covington family lived in a peaceful world. Since the passing of Mr. Covington, Mrs. Covington had done her best to give her children a happy, peaceful life. Her youngest children, still in school, were happy and healthy, their days filled with sunshine and play during the summer and warmth and schooling during the fall and winter. Her older children were starting to make their own way into the world, finding their niche and using their time serving the Lord in whatever manner He saw best.
 Their world was one where there was little to bother them. Seldom did someone come along that disrupted their world. In some cases, this disruption was a welcome one, such as the oldest daughter’s sweetheart of two years. In other cases, it was not so welcome, such as Mrs. Covington’s mother.
 Mrs. Percival was known in their household for what she truly was. There weren’t many people outside the Covington house that knew what she really was. Few knew her love of gossip, her conniving ways, her habit of twisting the truth to suit herself, or her sharp and often cruel tongue. Mrs. Covington had escaped her mother at an early age, but her mother had still done her best to insult and ruin her family’s happiness. Only through the almost complete separation from her mother had Mrs. Covington kept her children and herself sane. Still, whenever and where ever Mrs. Percival could cause trouble, she did.
 Thus why Alice’s boyfriend of two years was kept a secret from almost everyone outside their house. Other than a few very close friends at church, who knew because they had introduced them, and his family, Alice and her mother had managed to keep the information private. To his honor, young Lewis Wright had not question his sweetheart when she had asked that he not spread the news of their relationship around. He had done his best to keep it private, and had almost had to resort to being sneaky when speaking to her in public. Though they had nothing to be ashamed or accused of, the two went around for two years like this, until Lewis could take it no more. Just before Alice’s twenty-second birthday, he decided to ask her for a full explanation- something which he had never asked for before, though she would have willingly gave it.
 “Alice,” He said, using his most patient and persuasive voice, “I want to ask you a question.”
 Alice gave a start, almost dropping the bowl of glaze she was putting on pound cakes for his mother’s Christmas party. She had been thinking, more and more here lately, that Lewis would soon be proposing, and now she feared he was going to ask her to marry him over half-glazed cakes in a messy kitchen. “W-what?”
 “You know I have never questioned why you haven’t introduced me to anyone in your family outside this house. I never questioned when you said it was for the best, and we’ve been happy these two years. But it’s been two years now, and I’d like to ask another question. Before I do, I would like to know- why do we have to keep our dating a secret?”
 Alice sighed, almost in relief, and set the bowl down. She almost wished her mother could explain for her, but it was time that she be the adult she was and tell Lewis.
 “You’ll believe me? I’ll tell you the truth.” She said, trembling just a little. “It’s to protect you.”
 “What, do you have a gangster out to get your family or something?” Lewis asked, with a chuckle.
 “No. More like… my grandmother.”
 “A little old lady? Oh, Alice…”
 “I’m not teasing, Lewis.” Alice insisted. “If you knew her, you’d understand. Five years ago, she spread around that my brother was furious with my mother and was moving to her house to live. Six years ago, it was my sister instead. Before that, she told me that she wished my parents would soon be able to afford to buy clothes for us, because she was tired of having to buy clothes for us- she had never been asked to do so, and we always had more than enough clothes to wear. She's spread some pretty malicious lies about our family over the years. Anything she can do to make us look bad, she has.”
 “Sounds like the kind of grandmother no one wants.”
 “Exactly. She is nosy, she is mean, and she looks for nothing other than gossip to share after she’s twisted it around to sound how she wants it to.” Alice said, finishing in a huff.
 Lewis wisely dropped the subject again, but he thought about it for a long time afterwards.
 Not too long after that, Lewis hinted to Alice and her mother that he would like to ask that other question soon, and with her mother’s blessing, they went shopping for a certain item often used when that question is asked. With her brother as a chaperone, Alice and Lewis went to the mall in search of the perfect ring.
 They had made it through two jewelry stores and the jewelry counter in a department store when the worst happened. Alice looked up in time to spot her grandmother coming in the doors.
 “Lewis, let’s go find Alex. He’s probably tired of waiting on us, and I don’t think we’re going to find a ring today.” She said in a hoarse whisper, tugging his arm away in hopes that they could escape before Mrs. Percival saw them.
 Lewis frowned, but followed her. Suddenly, without warning or any explanation, Alice gave him a might shove and trotted away a few feet. She squatted down and cowered behind a clothing rack, as Lewis spun around to face her.
 Giving him fierce signs to please keep quiet, Alice didn’t stand up. Lewis was dumbfounded, and watched her. It took a minute before she stood up, and jerked him in the opposite direction.
 “What was that all about?”
 “My grandmother!” Alice breathed out.
 “Where?”
 “The one with the oversize faux leather purse and fake-looking dyed red hair.”
 “The one with the skin-tight clothes and that ridiculous looking gold necklace?”
 “Shhh! I don’t want to draw any attention!” Alice hissed. “Let’s go.”
 Once out of the store Alex was summoned via cellphone- a wonderful thing when you don’t want to go searching in a crowded mall- and Lewis took Alice to meet her brother at the car.
 “Alright, now, look here, Alice,” Lewis said, as they waited by the car for Alex, “I’m not going to go around town fearful all the time that we might meet your grandmother.”
 “Oh, Lewis, I’m just not up for hearing her opinions or giving her fresh fuel for the gossip chain.” Alice said, rubbing her head with a weak hand.
 “I know, I know, but this isn’t right. You shouldn’t have to live your life in fear of the old bat.”
 “Lewis…”
 “I’m serious.”
 Alice sighed. “I’m not afraid… I just don’t want anything to do with her.”
 Lewis took her and her brother home.
 The next weekend, Lewis went shopping on his own for the ring. Armed with the right ring size and Alice’s preferences, he went back to the mall, hoping one of the jewelry stores might be able to custom order a ring that would be exactly what Alice liked. After ordering what he hoped would please Alice, he stopped through the food court for lunch.
 He hadn’t been there long when the same old woman, with a pale face and limp, fiery red hair, came walking by. She didn’t even notice him, but Lewis couldn’t help but stare. This was who Alice was afraid of? He watched her order some food and then, wouldn’t you know it, she took the table across from Lewis.
 Lewis tried not to stare, but his curiosity got the best of him. The woman took longer to eat a small salad than Lewis took to eat an entire sandwich, fries and dessert. And the obnoxious chomping she did on those tomatoes…
 When another old, haggard looking woman stopped at her table and Lewis heard where the conversation was going, he could hardly hold back.
 “Why hello, Mrs. Percival!”
 “Hi, Mrs. Ballard!”
 “How is your husband?”
 “Oh, he’s fine.”
 “Still dealing with the arthritis??”
 “Oh, uh, no, he’s walking alright now.”
 “Oh, good! What about your daughter? How is she doing? And the grandkids?”
 “Oh, they’re fine. We get to see them every now and then.”
 Lewis knew directly from Alice that they hadn’t seen her grandparents in over three years.
 Then they went straight into gossip.
 “How is your oldest granddaughter? I heard she’s engaged.”
 “Oh, I don’t know. I hadn’t heard that. But her mother let’s her date just about any guy that comes along, so she probably is. They don’t have standards, not like your daughter does with her girls.”
 “Oh, I see.”
 If they said oh one more time, Lewis would scream.
 “So she’s not engaged?”
 “I don’t know.”
 “What about the other oldest girl?”
 “I don’t even know where she is. I was pretty sure last time I heard that she wouldn’t have anything to do with any of them.”
 “How sad.”
  "And her oldest son... well, I've heard some terrible things about his recent behavior. Makes me sad that my daughter didn't take a stand when raising her kids. At least your daughter is trying to raise her children right."
  "Oh, my!"
 “And my daughter won’t even let us see the kids anymore.”
 Didn’t that contradict her other statement, Lewis wondered.
 “Oh, that’s terrible.”
 “Yes, just pray for us. I’m only telling you all this so you can pray for them.”
 “Oh, we will. I’ll have our whole church pray for you all.”
  Was pray a synonym for gossip? Lewis couldn't help but think so.
 “Thank you. See you later.”
 Lewis was not normally one to let his temper or spite get the better of him, but this woman had insulted Alice, her mother and her family. He stood up, pulling a tract out of his pocket.
 “Excuse me, ma’am,” He said, using his most sugar-sweet voice, “But I’d like to give you this. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, and it sounds like you could use to meet the Lord.”
 The woman’s eyes grew wide, despite the wrinkles surrounding them. She sputtered and stuttered but nothing intelligent came out.
 “I think the Lord could solve all your problems, and maybe if you knew Him, your daughter would let you be around your grandchildren. I’ll just leave this with you.” Lewis set the tract on the table. “And quite honestly, I wouldn’t want to spread such tiding around town, since people are always going to look back to you to wonder why a loving grandmother would spread such information about her grandchild if she loved them.”
 With those final words, Lewis turned on his heel and walked off, leaving the woman still sputtering like a car engine about to die. Deciding that talking to Alice as soon as possible might be his best idea, Lewis headed straight for her house.
 “Lewis! Hi! What are you doing here?”
 “Alice, I’ve got two things to ask you. One: How many other guys have you dated before me?”
 Alice’s pleasant face dropped. “None, I promise! I’ve never dated anyone else.”
 “I believe you. Two: will you marry me?”
 “Lewis!” Alice gasped.
 “Look, I’ve just come from a nice confrontation with your grandmother, and before any gossip can spread around about you, I’m determined to get you away from it.” Lewis said, balling up his fists.
 At Alice’s persistent questioning, Lewis explained in detail what had been said. The story ended with Alice in tears.
 “Alice, if that woman bothers you so much, I’m going to take you as far away from here as I can. We’ll elope out of state, if need be.”
 “Absolutely not!” Alice said, shaking her head. “I’ll be married right here, and in my family’s church. There’s no way she’s going to take that from me. I just hope she doesn’t get wind of the wedding and come uninvited.”
 “I’ll hire bodyguards to stand at the doors. She won’t get it.”
 “She’d cajole and wheedle her way in, Lewis.”
 “Oh, no, she won’t.”
 “You know, you’re probably right. She’s probably so mad that… what’s that sound…oh, no.” Alice looked out the window, then backed away quickly.
 “What?”
 “She’s here.”
 “What?”
 “She’s here.” Alice’s face paled. “Quick, go get my mother.”
 “No, I’m not leaving you alone-”
 The doorbell rang and Alice saw her grandmother peering in the windows.
 She hesitated a second too long. Lewis walked right over to the door and opened it.
 “Can I help you?”
 “You!”
 Lewis nodded. “Yes. By the way, if you ever spread such malicious gossip about my fiancé or her family again, I’ll sue you so fast your dyed hair will go gray again. That’s all I have to say to you, and I’d appreciate it if you would vacate the premises immediately.” He closed the door before Mrs. Percival could say one more word.
 “Lewis!” Alice’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Oh, no, now you’ve done it. She’ll go around town saying that you threatened her and have you locked up.”
 “Oh, no, she won’t.” Lewis grinned. “You forget, my father’s a lawyer, and a pretty good one, too. Slander and defamation are pretty hefty to fight, especially when she spends all her money on hair coloring.”
 “Lewis, shame!” Alice giggled.
 A year later, Lewis and Alice were married. Neither they or Alice’s family were bothered by Mrs. Percival again, no gossip was ever spread again about Alice or her family- at least not from Mrs. Percival‘s lips- and she did not crash the wedding as Alice had expected.




Saturday, March 4, 2017

Just Talking....

I want to start doing posts where I just talk. No point, no life lesson, no characters to introduce. Just me telling y'all about what's happened lately in my life. Since my blog's motto is "A look into the life of a Christian young lady in Georgia" this is going to be pretty much exactly that!

So, headline news this week: My sister got her first car! Very exciting. Very nice. I got to ride in it before anyone else (except Mom, of course). She's happy and I'm proud of her!

I learned you have to be very careful when you are a frequent visitor in the crafts department of Walmart. Pretty sure they know me by name/face and are using my frequent visits to sell all their merchandise. $.50/yd fabric and clearance yarn... Not fair, Walmart. Not fair.

Recently I rediscovered a frozen treat which I had almost forgotten existed: Dairy Queen's Reese Cup Blizzard. Had two in about two weeks time. Will not repeat mistake so I can fit in my Easter dress.

I got Facebook- most of you know this. It's okay. Still confused as to the point, but thanks to it, my shop has been getting business, Praise the Lord. Made a few friends there who seem nice... Other than a one who likes ice cream too much, one who is directly related and never checks his messages and another one who is directly related to me and posts 'love my daughter' posts a lot.... Won't name who 😉

I have learned the art of making neckties. Two customers got ties made for really low prices because I was still learning, and now that I know how, I probably will start putting ties on my Etsy shop.

I just remembered it's been probably three months since my last letter to my future husband. Probably need to write that today.

Okay, so yesterday I was making dinner for the family. Pork chops with au gratin potatoes in the oven. It's a quick, easy dinner the kids eat fairly well here. Put it in the oven, wasn't sure how long it'd take to cook the pork chops, so I just told myself I'd come check in a while.
I forgot.
Not sure how long they were in there, but I know it was at least an hour. The cheese I had grated on top? Burnt to a black, lava like appearance. The potatoes? Yeah, we only got to eat about half because the ones on top were so burnt. The pork chops? Perfectly tender and other than having the salty, burnt taste, were perfect. Next time I'll remember that timer.... Needless to say, I know now why God hasn't sent a husband for me- I've got to learn to cook better or the poor man will starve to death.

Anyone who knows me will know I love growing things. Flowers, mostly, though I've tried vegetables (Don't ask about the time I hoarded expired bags of dried beans in hopes of growing lima, pinto, black and navy beans by the field). So it was SUPER exciting to go checking on my flower bushes outside and see the roses are already getting super bushy, and the lilac has green leaves!!! I'll have my flowers again!

Important: Never underestimate the caring and concern of friends. I have about ten people who, besides my family, I couldn't live without. Some of them are my support team during difficult days, some are my cheering department during exciting times, and some are my 'say what I need to hear, not what I want to hear' or 'make you smile when you don't want to' people. Some are all three. But either way, I don't know what I'd do without these friends. Thanks, you special people, for being my people!

Has anyone else noticed that there seem to be a lot of Christians online who are only looking to pick fights or start controversy? If they can stir the pot and start arguments, they're going to do it. I avoid those people.

A recent happening in my household.
Me: *gets gel nail polish that dries using a LED light in 30 seconds*
Mom: That's going to give you cancer. That can't be safe.
Me: I don't think so....
*days later, using the LED light*
Siblings: *gets close to LED light*
Me: Get away from that, don't look at the light. I don't know if that will give you cancer if you look at it.
Me: *realizes I'm starting to sound like my mom, but doesn't care because Mom's probably right.

It never ceases to amaze me that people can be so friendly at 10:30 PM in Walmart. Customers, employees... They're all so funny and joking that late. Now I understand why people shop at Walmart at night. No pushy people, no long lines....


Well, that's about all that is on my mind for now. I'm off to get Sunday school lessons ready, little people dressed for the day and fix my gel nail polish that chipped off in two days (at least it lasted a day longer than regular polish!)