Wednesday, June 10, 2015

My Niece's Family

June 2015

My niece wrote the following on her Facebook page:
"Four years ago today my beloved Carlos became an angel. He is in my thoughts everyday and especially today.
"Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.  ~Kate O'Neill"  

This post is dedicated to his memory. His twin daughters were born 2 weeks after his death from a cerebral haemorrhage. Carlos 1971 ~ 2011

                                                    Carlos in the mid 2000's 

                                                    The twin's June 2015 age 4
Tell them you love them every day, as we never know what tomorrow will bring or how long we will be together on this Earth. 

Friday, June 5, 2015

Summer will be here soon!

                                                        "S" is for Sherry - that's me!

June is here!

Well June has arrived!  It has been a very long winter and I have had every cold, flu and whatever-is-going-around illness you can think of!  Sick and tired of being tired and sick!  I am working on changing up my routine, my medications for pain and other things to help with this issue.  

I have reduced my prescription pain pills[Tramadol]. I was taking 8 a day when I started in 2010 to one or one and a half a day.  I have started Turmeric to see if that will help with inflammation issues.  I have increased calcium at night.  I still cannot sleep more than 2 hours without having to go to the restroom. I only can sleep 4 hours at a time. So I have a four hoep at night and a one to a two hour nap in the day.  I have tried to stay awake all day to see if I can eliminate the nap. I has been unsuccessful so far.
I think after I move and settle down this issue may resolve itself. I sure pray for that!

Still sorting and packing. One last visit to see my Mom before I go to Washington. So it's busy, busy! Summer is almost here!

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Crafting projects take a break

Crafts on Hold

As I am preparing to move this summer to my Daughters place in Washington state, I have set aside crafting projects.

I have a lot to sort thought and decide what to bring, what to keep, and what to get rid of. I set aside a lot to give to the Hospice Store. The proceeds of their sales supports the local Hospice group.

My daughter that I live with now is helping me to do these things. They have a large storage locker that has a lot of things in it already from my late husbands estate. His house sold so they have even more things to get over there. They said there is plenty of room. My furniture will stay. The bed I am using is an antique my late husband got before we got married. So my son is going to use it when I move and he moves into my room. He was living at my late husband's house [his father.] So it looks like a big musical chairs event for me and my kids and grandkids. My daughter who I live with now will stay here and that is why my son will take my room here at this rental.

I have a ton of crafting supplies which I need to sort and label the boxes. My daughter here will send the boxes to me.
As mentioned the furniture will stay here as all of it was my daughters that I was using. So I will have to get a new bed when I move to Washington.
I like to get a new bed often anyway, especially when I move state to state. I move a lot. I lost track but it is somewhere in the 60's!

The time between moves grows less and less as I get older and older!

So off to work I go!

Monday, April 13, 2015

Felt Projects: Easter and Dolls

Easter and Dolls Projects

I made a lot of Bunnies and Eggs for Easter gifts this year. I also made felt dolls for my nice's twin daughters birthday. They are 4 this year.

I used felt for all and cut out all then added the embellishments such as lace, ribbon, buttons and beads to the Easter Eggs.  The Bunnies have embroidery and a white pompom tail. The side view bunnies have a white felt tail.  Some of the eggs have an opening to add something inside them. 

All the bunnies are lightly stuffed with Poly-fill. The eggs that do not have the openings are also lightly stuffed.

The dolls eyes are embroidered. I sewed their undies on so they do not come off. The clothes are supposed to be like the old paper doll style. I made two sides and they are held together with straps at the top.

I made a pink purse and a purple backpack for the dolls.  The book style storage starts wiht the cover to look like a door and three windows with a flower garden at the bottom. Inside the left side has a dresser where all the clothes are kept with the hats.
The right side has a bed that is a pocket like the dresser where the dolls slip in with two pillows.

I forgot to take a photo of the back which was 10 rows of beads that go from one bead to 10 beads for counting. The beads are the "Biggie Pearler Beads" the same you see as the necklaces for the dolls. 

I saw the idea from a pattern on Pinterest. See photo at the end of my photos.

Lastly I made a cat with the same pattern I used before for cloth cats I made two years ago. 
I have cut out more felt as well and will post what I did with that next week.

Here are all the dolls and their clothes and the Easter felt projects.

The two girl dolls with their sewn on undies
The girls with their necklaces in the bed. Each pillow is lightly stuffed and added lace on the edges

The doll on the left is wearing the backpack and the doll on the right has a purse The tops and pants are attached at the waist

                                   Close up of the purse, the front flap opens
                 Close up of the backpack, the flap opens where the pink button has a button hole
                             Two more outfits one orange and the other blues with matching hats
More outfits one dark pink and the other is red and their matching hats
The last of the outfits, two orange colors, the black has glitter already attached when I bought it
The front of the book is a house with three windows a door and a flower garden with buttons as the flowers and felt leaves, a purple ribbon is the spine of the book
Close up of the flowers and leaves
The dresser has buttons on the outside. The dark purple is the back of the dresser for added strength. There is an opening between the purple and pink to store the clothes 


Eggs with buttons and beads, lace and ribbon. The blue ribbon was fraying at the ends, I should have cut the ribbon longer and turned under a 1/4 inch. Instead after I embroidered the ribbon and saw that it was fraying I used nail polish to stop the fraying

Two bunnies and one egg. The yellow bunny has a white pompom tail
Bunny and basket of flowers with beads on the handle
Purple bunny
White base egg with buttons and beads
Dark pink egg with rick rack
Light Pink egg with pink heart bead

Close up of one of the baskets of flowers with beads on the handle

Felt Cat
Melissa says "Oh that looks like 'Catburt' from 'Delbert' cartoon. So this one is hers!

I made about 24 eggs and 20 bunnies out of felt. I made 4 baskets of flowers and cut out four cats. I have not finished the cats.  I cut out 4 Owls and two smaller cats different pattern. I will add those soon to this blog.  I decided to do more felt last year as a change of pace from the plastic canvas projects I had been doing
 for the last four years!  I made a ton of plastic canvas and had them on a web page. I will add the best of the plastic canvas here. 
Have a great Spring!
Doll pattern as requested she is 5 and 1/2 inches wide at the legs and 8 1/4 inch tall. The arms are 6 inches from hand to hand area. 

Sunday, April 12, 2015

12 April 2015

April 12, 2015

Winter illnesses have been on and off for me this season. I try new ideas to help with wellness. One thing I am going to try more of is Coconut products. I have been using the coconut milk that has been added to a brand of Almond milk that I have been using for the last 4 years.  That has helped a lot. I am going to try the coconut oil "pulling" where you hold a spoonful of the coconut oil in your mouth for 5 minutes and work up time and then spit it out, The oil pulls bacteria and stuff from your system. 
I have been adding flax seeds that are ground into my oatmeal with some cinnamon. I don't use sugar I have it plain. I add a spoonful of Craisins [dried cranberries] to my oatmeal for sweetness. I have been using the 21 grain breads for breakfast and or snack. Each slice is 60 calories and has a lot of protein in it. 
My daughter send me some Turmeric Cucumin capsuls which is a plant spice from the Ginger family used a lot in Indian curry dishes. I will start those soon for inflammation and pain relief as well as intestinal issues.
I am cutting back on Tramadol and want to go off of it entirely.
My A1C Blood sugar test is so good at 5.0 or 5.2 over the last 4 years I have not had to have Insulin since my operation in 2009. 

I am using the heating pad and that helps my hip really nicely. I use the Nikken Products with the high gauss magnets as well or infrared fibers in the blankets and pillows.

My prayers go out to a lot of people who lives have been devastated by one way or another. My best friend lost her husband to lung issues. He was a VietNam veteran. 

My friend Marilyn I Lott who writes poems posted the following photo and poem she wrote. From the ashes of destruction we find hope in the knowledge that our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ has been the atoning sacrifice for all of us.  I see that in this poem. 

Blessings to all my family and friends online. 

Marilyn I Lott says:
"This is not my story, rather the story of the guy I write daily poems for, John McCornack. He was devastated when his grandparents' home burned to the ground. This is his story. It was so heartfelt and he is so close to God that I thought it was a good Sunday poem. I hope you enjoyed."

I LOOK UPON THE RUINS © Marilyn Lott 7-5-05

As I look upon the ruins
My eyes are filled with tears
From memories nestled in my heart
Countless and treasured years.

I stayed away so long you know
‘Cause I knew things weren't the same
It’s too late now – that cannot be changed
But no one was to blame.

I reach inside and close my eyes
And remember way back then
Oh Grandma, how I wish that I
Could see you once again.

To hold you close, to touch the clothes
That only you could wear
To press my face into the folds
And hold you oh, so near.

Did your clothes hang on the hangers?
Once you had gone away?
It seemed to me a sacred place
A place I wouldn't play.

You made your household money
From selling eggs and milk
I loved your noisy chickens
And the sweet liquid smooth as silk.

I remember your yellow roses
I can smell them even now
And even unattended
They stayed beautiful somehow.

And Grandpa how I remember
The tractor that you drove
To work that fertile soil
And the perfect fields you wove.

I’d climb that home-made ladder
When I was just a boy
I can smell the sweetness of the hay
And still it brings me joy.

Oh Lord will you please hold my hand
And help me through this pain
The farmhouse that my family loved
Will no longer be again.

But thank you Lord, for my memories
The happiness I knew
And put aside the burning hurt
And hold me close to you.

© Marilyn Lott 7-5-05

My Grandmother Ethel Hopkins Kingwell Mifflin was a seamstress as well as the Grandmother in this poem. Before I even read the poem I saw the sewing machine and thought immediately of her.

Monday, March 30, 2015

The end of March 2015

Winter is over I hope!

I have had the flu and colds and allergies and I am so tired of it!   It is getting to be nice weather again and I m glad of that
I seem to do a lot better in the warmer months.  

Not much else is going on. I will post all the Easter felt things I made in a week or so.  Still really tired.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Poem: Shoes in Church

                     Shoes photo credit                     

                    Shoes in Church
                    © by Leanne Freiberg

My alarm went off ... it was Sunday again; 

I was tired ... it was my one day to sleep in. 

But the guilt I'd have felt the rest of the day 

Would have been too much, so I'd go; I'd pray.

I got there and sat.... In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer.... As I closed my eyes.

I saw the shoe of the man next to me.... Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side.... I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?'

It bothered me, his shoe touching mine.. But it didn't bother him much. 

A prayer began: 'Our Father'.... I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!'

'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on.

The shoe man said.... A quiet 'Amen.'

I tried to focus on the prayer.... But my thoughts were on his shoes again..

Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door?

'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended.... And thesongs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud.... Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters.... His hands were raised high.

The Lord could surely hear.... The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering.... And what I threw in was steep.

I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out.... What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft 'clink' as when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me.... To tears, and that's no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man.... For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service.... As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow.... And wanted to meet the shoe man.

So after the closing prayer.... I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark.... And his hair was truly a mess....

But I thanked him for coming.... For being our guest...

He said, 'My name is Charlie.... I'm glad to meet you, my friend.'

There were tears in his eyes.... But he had a large, wide grin....

'Let me explain,' he said.... Wiping tears from his eyes.

'I've been coming here for months....  And you're the first to say 'Hi.''

'I know that my appearance.... Is not like all the rest.

'But I really do try.... To always look my best.'

'I always clean and polish my shoes.... Before my very long walk.'

'But by the time I get here.... They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.'

My heart filled with pain.... And I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize....  For daring to sit so near

He said, 'When I get here....  I know I must look a sight.'

'But I thought if I could touch you....Then maybe our souls might unite.'

I was silent for a moment....  Knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison.... I spoke from my heart, not my head.

'Oh, you've touched me,' I said.... 'And taught me, in part'

'That the best of any man.... Is what is found in his heart.'

The rest, I thought .... This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am.... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

I was silent for a moment....  Knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison.... I spoke from my heart, not my head.

'Oh, you've touched me,' I said.... 'And taught me, in part'

'That the best of any man.... Is what is found in his heart.'

The rest, I thought .... This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am.... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

© by Leanne Freiberg  

There are some different adaptations to this poem starting with shave and tie.  I saw on one blog a lady named Leanne Wade Freiberg asked the blogger to give her credit for the poem.  I looked up this poem on Google and it mostly referred to the poem attributed to Leanne Freiberg . My good friend Kathy sent it to me today and I wanted to share it on my blog.

Let us not overlook anyone, we must smile at everyone and act as our Savior would, extend a hand of fellowship to all.