What about.... Weddings

Our daughter is getting married - I've said it before but writing it down - hold on, I need just a minute.....

Okay, our daughter is getting married,  OMG. BRB........

Okay this is it....Next July our daughter will walk down the isle to marry "Nick"  (I've been told I need to change names to protect the innocent)  Now a little history for all.  Thirty years ago this summer "Fernando" (again name change) and I were married while Nick's Dad stood in the line of handsome and very young looking groomsmen and twenty nine years ago Fernando and I stood in the wedding picture along side Nick's Mom and Dad as they were married.  Did I mention the bridemaids were beautiful, very young looking, (of course we were all young looking we were all 19) and oh my gosh so thin, so very, very thin - this would be where the dreamy music starts playing and vision of "thin Pam" (sorry, no name change) run through my head. 

Okay back to the wedding.  Nick and Yolanda (again name change and don't ask how I came up with that one, it had something to do with a mission impossible, under the cover of darkness - yet another story) have decided that they want to get married on Friday night July 1, which is my parents 50th wedding anniversary - quick, somebody go get the tissues!  So all the planning begins, Friday night wedding, Saturday reception, Sunday breakfast.... and the list goes on.  So I bet you're saying to yourself why not do it all Friday?  As most of our friends know we Jewett's like a good party, be it a dinner party, swimming party, ice fishing party, snowmobiling party, singing party, hunting party etc... (refer back to my Happy Hour blog)  If there's a way to get people together and listen to conversations and watch the smiling faces and hear the laughing crowd, then we're in!  There has been so many times when I just like to sit back and do just that - listen, watch and hear.  "The kids" as we like to refer to them, are planning on a sunset wedding at our house on the dock.  That would mean a very, very late reception, so Saturday it is!  I want to be totally awake and enjoy every minute.  So and good night's sleep, strong coffee in the morning and a celebration later in the day is just what the Jewett's ordered (our family physician Dr. Flagg, would probably agree).  And then there's Sunday, shouldn't everyone get together for breakfast, watch the opening of the gifts and celebrate once again.

So now I feel like Santa, making a list and checking it twice.  The dresses, suits, flowers, cake, food, music, I wonder how Nick and Yolanda will feel about "scaryoke", ya' know  the  Jewettville version of karaoke.  Okay, maybe not.  I'll try to keep you posted (blog, post, get it?) 

But in the meantime, What about..... your wedding?  Did you have the celebration you wanted, did you celebrate for an afternoon or was it a weekend event?  Either way it's not the wedding that matters the most , it's the marriage that continues on after the big day or weekend that is the most important. 

So, with all that said ...... What about my parent's 50 years how on earth do we celebrate that?  After all shouldn't that be like a month long celebration?

What about....?

What about..... this file I keep on my computer?  It is a file I have labeled "daily inspirations", it has quotes and sayings that I started keeping way back in 2000.  I was never sure why I kept these but I have decided that I'm gonna share.  I'll post them on days when my creative writing dial doesn't turn up all the way to high.

Some of these will be funny, some insightful, others will be motivating while some will bring tears to your eyes.  I will take them from the file as they are - in no special order.

I don't remember when, but I do remember putting this one at the very top of the page

So, drum roll please..........

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.  Love never ends.

What about.... blogging

How the heck did I get here???  I have a few blogs I like to check occassionally and somehow I ended up starting a blog.  You see, some days I'm in the office and left alone a little bit to long with too much caffeine - hence a blog!   So I decided there a questions that need answering.


So, today I ask   -   What about Happy Hour?  How did it get it's name and why only an hour?  How did  booze get involved and why is there always food -  forget that - food, booze I just remembered.    Jewettville, the place where many a happy hour has turned into 4,5, or 6 hours.  You see, we have what we call a "Happy Hour" every Sunday at 4:00 p.m. where many of our dear friends and family stop by for a drink and something to eat.  When we invite people ( and we only invite you once, from then on you should know this happens every Sunday) we tell them "bring something to drink if you want otherwise we usually have something and bring something to eat and share with everyone if you want.  Otherwise just bring yourself".  This has been going on for going over 3 years now and we love it!  Sometimes there's 4 of us and sometimes there's 24 or us, sometimes everyone is out the door by 7 and the house is all neat and tidy and sometimes it's much later and the next morning I'm cleaning up and still smiling and laughing about the evenings adventures.  We absolutely love our "Happy Hour".

So do you have a "Happy Hour" ?  A time when friends and family gather, stories are told, problems are solved, dreams are shared and the most important "things" are the people you're with  ....  What about.... your "Happy Hour"

What About ...... quilting

For years now I have watched my mother make quilt after quilt, table runner after table runner and I would always ask "Who's that for?" to which I received the stardard answer of "Oh, I don't know, I just felt like making it" I observed how her sewing room closet went from a spare bedroom closet to the point where the doors are off and the fabric overflows. I sat by silently as my daughter caught this fabric bug. I watched her fill a shoebox with fabric and then storage bin after storage bin. She would make a quilt, then a table runner, then a Christmas stocking. Again, I would ask "Who's that for?" and again she gave the same answer as my mother - "Oh, I don't know, I just felt like making it". That was it, this must be some kind of cult. Why do "these people" keep sewing all the projects when they don't know what they're gonna do with them?!?! Then I noticed it... everytime they would go somewhere together, somehow, there would always be a fabric store along the way that they would just have to stop at. This was getting serious now.

It was a very cold day in February while at camp, my mother tells me "there's a fabric store just down the road, I'd like to ride over and see". I figured there was nothin' better to do, so off we went - the quilter and the one who can clear a room when the sewing machine comes out. Mind you, I've tried my hand at sewing and it always ended with my husband gathering the kids and removing them from the room while I, determined as I was, was left sitting in the room by myself crying. It never went well and I have not touched a sewing machine in many years. Remember how I was talking about the cold day in February and the nice ride to the fabric store...... Yesterday my husband said to me "Who's that for?" (as I sat at my sewing machine starting quilt number 4!!)and my reply was, ME! I've caught the bug now, I catch myself sneeking into my sewing room and feeling the fabric and reading patterns. Only I can't seem to part with anything like my mother and daughter do. They give their treasures away and it brings tears to my eyes to think that I too, will someday, part with my treasures.

This is my quilt walk, done after I complete each quilt - Ya know, like the Miss America walk after the crowning! STOP YOUR LAUGHING!!

                                      

So now the questions..... What is about sewing the slowly crawls into the soul and takes over? Is it the creative part that is jumping out to show the world or is it the diligence that watches something build from start to finish? Or is it both that may have been hiding behind the heart waiting for the opportunity to appear on the stage and once there keeps jumping out in front of the curtains as they are pulled shut. So, What About..... your creativity and diligence - it may not be quilting but what is it that crawls into your soul and fills your head with ideas?