Cinderella went home today!

Today I sewed most of the day, trying to do 4 classes is a bit tricky so I am trying to stay on top of it.

I finished a stocking for the Stocking Class I am going to teach next Tuesday at Circa 15 at11:00am - 2:00pm
I am excited about teaching this class, I love how easy and simple this stocking is...and it's lined plus cuffed! Fast and fun!

Then later in the day, Cinderella's Mom came to pick her up from the Woodard Hospital.
She was sooo cute as we read the medical reports that the Doctor wrote up for her, on how to take care of her when she took her home! It was just too sweet!

I am glad that Cinderella is heading home and I know she will be well taken care of and loved...even more!

Never too old to learn!

Today my dear friend and I got together to go to Apple computer store in Bellevue Square to take a class on how to use our Ipads and Iphones more than we do. We felt like school girls again, so we decided to do Selfies...just like kids heading back to school! Of course it took us a few tries to get a good shot where we looked like school girls...that was a bit harder than I thought :)  Turning back the clock on our age was one thing...but...

we did have fun and we did learn something! Yes...we are on our way big world...watch out!

Wish my teachers in school understood this quote!

After I came home today I was visited by an old friend, well we were only aquaintances a few years ago but it didn't take long to realize she was a Kindred Spirit and before long... we were old and dear friends. She has really had some tough things happen in her life, still she has such a sweet spirit about her. I felt honor to have spent the evening with her, we went out to dinner to catch up and oh...how glad I am that we are connected again!
I don't know why hard things happen to us but I know we should never give up our HOPE in a better life.
Anyway, I am grateful that I had the chance to be with her tonight!

"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished
by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope
at all." ~ Dale Carnegie

Good Night dear friends!

Babies verses Dinosaurs!

Today Amy and the girls came over so that Amy and I could work together on my Birthday Club Class, that I will be teaching on Saturday.
Amy has such a knack for decorating for any kind of party...so glad I asked for her help.
I made a new blanket ( on the right ) for Audrey's baby doll. Then she went around the house and found all the other babies at my house and all their blankets too.
Is it my imagination or are my Granddaughters actually playing with Baby Dolls instead of Dinosaurs?



Jenny and I were working on something in my Sewing Studio when Amy said that it was time for them to go home. I said to her " Sure wish you could stay and do a Sleep Over with me", so to my surprise she said "OK". So she gets to have a 2 Day impromtu Sleep Over!
She loves to stay over, but would rather have her sister sleep over with her. So I told her I would sleep in Lee's room with her, because she says that she gets scared in her bedroom alone!
She usually does good for one night but 2 is pushing it, she starts missing her Mom and Dad!

Today was a beautiful day, so for dinner we decided to eat out on the deck. We love being on the deck anytime that we can. Jenny is Poppa's buddy when she comes, she sure loves her Poppa!

When Jenny was telling Poppa a suggestion for dinner, then she said "and for dessert we should have something cold, frozen and starts with the letter M ". Jeff started laughing, she was talking about Menchies the Frozen Yogurt place.  

Tasting the samples first!

After they got their frozen yogurt, we headed hometo watch a short Movie before going to bed. 

I am grateful too that with Amy's help, I am almost completely ready for my Saturday Class. That way Jenny and I can do some fun things tomorrow on her Sleep Over!

The Art of Giving!

I love this article that I read today. What a wonderful reminder for this Christmas Season!

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THE ART OF GIVING  by Lori Huff Goldade

Some people have very little but give everything.

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Whenever I reflect upon this joyous time of year, I remember a Christmas from long ago when I learned the art of giving.

I was in the fourth grade, and my friends and I were filled with holiday excitement. As was customary in our class, we drew names for the Christmas gift exchange. I hoped that the cute boy across the room had drawn my name. Another boy named Paul sat behind me. He often came to school with unclean clothes and dirty hands. My friends and I had made no effort to befriend him.

When the day of the big party arrived, the teacher distributed our gifts. The package I received was large and appeared to be hastily wrapped. Anxiously I tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was the book Lassie Come-Home. It wasn’t a clean, new copy as I might have hoped but had worn, frayed pages and a stain on the cover. Dismayed, I quickly hid it in my desk. Then I noticed something else hidden in the wrapping paper—a rattlesnake rattler in a pill bottle. On a name card was carefully written “From Paul.” In tears, I ran to the girls’ restroom.

Embarrassed, I remained in the restroom until the party was over and then hurried home. My mother, seeing my tear-stained face, asked about the Christmas party. I expressed to her my disappointment about the gifts. My mother lovingly put her arms around me, looked sadly into my eyes, and then taught me a great lesson. She told me that Paul, most likely too poor to buy a gift, had probably searched through everything he had at home for a meaningful present and, after much thought, had probably chosen some of his most prized possessions to give to me.

Again tears came to my eyes, but not because I hadn’t received something I wanted. This time they came because I had been so selfish and had not accepted the best gift given that Christmas. I had rejected a gift of love and sacrifice.

Some people have much and give very little. Others have little and give everything. Whenever I am tempted to be critical of another’s offering—whether it is of time, resources, or effort—I try to remember that some give all they can, just as in the account of the widow who “did cast in all that she had, even all her living” (Mark 12:44). The art of giving is to give all that you can, even if it is only two mites.

I didn’t express it as a fourth grader, but I am grateful for Paul’s Christmas gift of sacrifice and love.

Merry Christmas dear friends!