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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ BBC

No, not the British Broadcasting Company. Bad Blogger Confessions.

I didn't blog yesterday. I thought about it. I could've found a YouTube video or some great sites to send you to. I could've typed up one of the many recipe scratchings on various assorted pieces of paper lying about on my table and counter. I could have posted a picture and an encouraging verse for the busy season in which we find ourselves. 

Instead, I ignored Blogger. 

While soup bubbled (it was a double batch made weeks ago and frozen for such a day) (and it was also lentil soup, so it double bubbled if you get my drift.) I sewed my little brains out. First, I had to buy thread. I've purchased 6 spools of thread since I started this project. When I post my pictures of my finished items you'll see why I've kept Hobby Lobby hopping to order new thread spools. In the meantime, I'm almost done. I took a four foot pile of fabric and condensed the leftovers into a neat 8 x 10 stack. (And about a dozen gifts.) I'm pretty happy with the outcome.

I think I'll get em done today. And then. Then I need to clear the clutter of crafting, and life, put my thinking cap on, plan the soups for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and prepare to have some festivities in my house. Oh, I still need to decorate. Hey, it's only the 14th. No problem. And here's an aside. It is currently pouring rain. So. No shoveling today. If it was colder there would be a lot of snow. :  ). Iowa is weird that way. One never knows what might be coming down the pike or out of the sky.

Tomorrow's post may be a picture of me curled up in the fetal position. But today. Today, right now, I feel totally in control.