These fabulous containers were made by Sterilite. I always plan to spruce up the sewing room but they seem to be urgently needed for classroom organization. I plan to take 4-5 extra deep and 3-4 of this size to start the year off. I'll be hauling my new school supplies to class in a few and when they're emptied, they tuck nicely away. Each class will have a designated basket to make collecting and returning work a bit easier. I also have the cutest miniature pails from Target (a score at the $1 aisle) for spare pencils, pens, paperclips, etc. I ordered my planner today but it may take a while to get here----'Tis the Season.
As you may have noticed, posts have been few and far between the past couple years. Thanks for bearing with me! We've had some major life changes going on. I'm thrilled to let you know that I will be teaching this school year! My students are taking enough dual credits to finish high school with an Associates Degree!! Can you imagine? What a phenomenal opportunity! I'm clapping my hands and happy dancing to be included in this incredible program. I cannot wait to set my high school classroom up and meet my new students!! Oh my word, I have been obsessing about color schemes, planners, baskets, fabrics (of course!) and supplies since I found out yesterday afternoon----Pinterest is fueling the fire.
Thank you for embracing my tribute to dad and
taking the time to share your thoughts.
Your kind words and emails are greatly appreciated.
There’s a story my dad used to tell about pestering his shipmates for news from home. When I met dad’s friends, they all told that very same story. I always thought it was funny because I envisioned it as their entire tour; dad pacing on deck with ‘Dicky Suchicky’ harassing poor Radarman ‘Silverman’ about news from Obie (my maternal grandfather) for months at a time.
It was the only story he ever shared with us about his service to our country. I remember him telling it with such enthusiasm as we toured the German U boat at the Museum of Science & History in Chicago. He was incredibly animated and had the widest smile while recalling this memory. I laughed the entire time until my belly hurt from laughing so hard. By this time, our family had grown to include my brother, Matthew and my sister, Emily---but we were best known to dad as Vic, Clint & Bullet, the “three tons of fun”. Thanks to Google, I did eventually discover he was referring to a slapstick comedy team who made occasional appearances on the Howdy Doody Show (though we were never sure which character we represented).
In time, I came to understand that the story wasn’t just about me; it was much bigger than that. It was the rare experience of joy in wartime. Good things were still going on at home and that was reassuring when the slightest comfort must have felt like sheer luxury.
Dad was proud of each of us. He was a devoted husband, father and grandfather.
When I was expecting my first child, dad would make excuses to travel to Moberly, Missouri where I was attending nursing school. He’d conveniently “forget” something he needed to pick up at the local big box store and somehow the cart would fill with goodies for his grandchild and anything an expectant mommy could ever crave. On one trip, he insisted on taking me to a buffet lunch where I swear I must have eaten half a pan of mac ‘n cheese while ever so slowly convincing him to come with me to my doctor’s appointment. Dad was not a fan of doctors…or hospitals…or waiting rooms, for that matter. But he went anyway to be supportive because that’s the kind of man he was.
When the nurses called him in to see the ultrasound of his first grandchild, I saw the Navy story come to life before my very eyes. It was pure joy and it was beautiful. Dad held each of my children with that same expansive smile and pride. His family members meant absolutely everything to him. My regret is that his youngest daughter was robbed of the experience. I know wholeheartedly he would have pampered my sister the very same way and absolutely treasured her son, Thomas just as he had Nicholas, Steven and Megan---my very own three tons of fun.
In My Life was a song with special meaning to my dad, the song we danced to at my wedding, to honor my brother. Today, I'd like to take this moment to say I love you more, Dad.
Strawberries galore in the garden! I love this time of year. The strawberry pie is chilling in the fridge, kids have been munching on some fresh, organic berries and I'm taking in some free time.
On the trip to Erica's, I found a few magazines must haves and a beautiful book by Cynthia Tomaszewski called "quilting those FLIRTY '30s". It has some wonderfully whimsical applique flowers, lovely 1930s reproduction prints and a quilt I'm convinced will be perfect made of scraps from Dear Jane. It also has some cookie recipes!
No, you haven't missed any DJ posts, she's still not together. Our schedules have not allowed much time in the sewing room as of late. I have mending projects piled up and plenty keeping me busy.
Happy Quilting & Gardening,