while hanging at my parents’ house these 2 weeks, i have found so many things. photos, clothes, mementos, camera equipment, & miscellaneous other items. there’s a lot of stuff here in my parents’ house & i want to search through things & take what i want before they clean it up.
oh, who am i kidding. i’ll be back to do it when they die.
but i want this stuff now.
i found a beautiful blue silk shantung jacket that was my moms:
(sorry it’s so wrinkled & there’s a toilet hanging out over there.)
2 adorable embroidered pillowcases from my mom’s first marriage:
(again, wrinkled, but cute)
a hawaiian shirt that may have been my brother’s:
(shortly after this picture was taken he ripped it off, popping the buttons in the process.)
and my favorite find so far. 2 pieces of vintage indian plaid fabric.
4 yards of each, i think. i can’t wait to make these into a couple of sundresses for me!!
&
we’ve already grabbed some artwork & i may find more as a i clean.
off to hunt for pictures now. i hope to find some doozies.
while i was getting our house thinned out a bit in preparation for our move, i started to go through the kids’ clothes. i noticed justice had some 2t items & he’s in a 3, so i would set aside things i call keepers & made a pile for goodwill. i also went through a few of our numerous rubbermaid tubs of clothes. as i opened those boxes of clothes i would get so excited thinking of when my big girls used to wear those outfits & how my baby gets to create new memories in those bits of cloth.
some day i’ll go through the keepers from all 4 of my babies & decide what to create with some of it. a quilt, perhaps. maybe some cuddlies. i’ll pass down some of the clothes in their intended form for future grandbabies to sew their own memories into the weave. to purl their own yarns into the knits. to put their own stamp on the fabric of my heart.
*maria set this up for me with her beautiful post from last night. she triggered in me how bittersweet this job is in these teeny tiny moments
we had one of our quick and disastrous midwest storms yesterday that took out some trees. after naps, we walked around the neighborhood to assess the damage. our neighbor across the street had a big chunk of a tree fall on her driveway & a back yard neighbor had the top of a tree fall across his roof. there were also hundred year old trees that were uprooted. it was wild.
while walking back up our street from the park, justice said something about the marching band.
i said, “do you remember walking down here to watch the marching band last year?”
“uh huh.”
“that was the day jamison was born. do you remember?”
things are crazy here (what’s new?) i’ll try to keep up with new music monday, but won’t guarantee much else between now and getting to phoenix. our schedule looks like this:
june 1: last day of school
june 12-13: movers pack the house
june 15: movers take our stuff
june 16 or 17 (we can’t remember): close on our house
june 17 or 18 (see above): camp out at the in-laws’ house
june 22: camp out at my parents’ house
july 6: come back to in-laws’
july 7: daddyjay & the big girls start driving to phoenix
july 10: i fly with the little ones to phoenix
whew! i’m worn out just thinking about it. and we’re still working out how to get to our house there. we haven’t found one yet (!) but have a prospect. if we go with that one, it will be available on july 1, so our aunt lu may have to go over there and meet the movers. or daddyjay will fly out. that would be no fun, though.
we’ll go with the flow and see where it takes us.
so if’n you don’t see me here, that’s where i’ll be.
and i just think he’s cute, so you get to look at him up there.
my friend, irish gumbo (go check him out. i like the writing he concocts.) requested this one. i, sadly, have missed tons of music in this life and uncle tupelo is one of those bands. i dig this song (and it was easy!)
here’s “no depression” by uncle tupelo by me and my lady baby.
ah, yes. they started shutting down the course on us. we knew this might happen, per the rules, but we really didn’t expect it. at this point we had 2 choices: keep on going or skip some legs so we always had race officials & emt around. we talked to the other 2 teams that were with us and they also agreed that skipping some legs was probably the best idea.
now, i went to the race to run three legs and 10+ miles. i wasn’t skipping my legs. neither was the bestie. that was our purpose. nobody else cared so they all skipped at least one leg. here’s how the rest of the race looked:
round 2
3 – skipped
4 – our alternate ran half & #4 ran half
5 – ran
6 – skipped
7 – ran
8 – skipped
round 3
1 – skipped
2 – skipped
3 – skipped
4 – alternate ran this with #4
while checking on these 2 halfway through their run we saw a pirate:
and a some pipes:
5 – alternate also ran this with #5 (she’s tough)
6 – skipped
7 – skipped
8 – i ran w/#8
granted, i didn’t go there to run that last leg, but #8 mentioned she’d run with me & i figured we should run it so that we had someone crossing the finish line. it was a rough one. lots of hills, a main road into the town of golconda and the finish line, not to mention the dwindling daylight. we made it in & the rest of the ladies on our team ran across the finish line with us. the guys hung back and took pictures, which worked out so that i got some pictures of me. (and don’t i look dandy with the samurai ponytail on top?)
some outtakes:
where’d his leg go?
my new home
now that i’ve finished this i could have just added it to the last one, but i’ve been preoccupied with getting our house sold. i’ve been in a blogging and sewing rut. i have a lot of things to do, but little desire to finish them. i guess moving out of this house in a month or so may give me the impetus to not have a billion projects packed away.
think good thoughts on the home-selling front, please. all good wishes can only help.
