My daughter is just about ready to deliver, and I’m just now
picking out fabrics for the Twins’ quilts.
She likes scrappy 30’s reproductions and would like the quilts to somewhat
match, I’m bordering the quilts with the same fabric, but in different
colors. Then using the same color for
the inner border (the green)- so they will coordinate, but not matchy match. Since
she already has one little girl, she’s requested I don’t use pink.
The past month has been an emotional roller coaster. While preparing for twin baby grandies, my
father passed away. Totally unexpected. For several months my family has worried over
my mother – who suffered an intense stroke which left her partially blind and
in rehab for 3 weeks. My dad was
experiencing chest pains, was told it wasn’t anything serious and would spend a
couple of days in the hospital for observation.
Less than 18 hours later, we were told he wouldn’t make it through the
night. He’d contracted pneumonia and his
organs were failing fast. Just really
hard to wrap our head’s around. I won’t
talk too much about it, but each moment is gift and you should spend your time
with those you care about. When
it’s all said and done, it’s what counts the most.
Strangely, people handle stress in many different ways. Me?
Maybe I should have consulted a religious figure or friends, etc. But I chose to delve into finishing my
family/sewing room renovation. Due to
old grotty (a favorite word of my 10 yr old grand) wiring, my son and I (mostly
son) had to rewire the sewing room - Which entailed removing 65 yr old knotty
pine from the walls and the ½ inch thin grotty insulation behind it. I was told when I purchase the home a year
ago, the family/sewing room did not have hardwood, just the main part of the
house. By accident, my son pulled a
corner of the carpeting to get at a few nails at the base of the wall.....and, low-and-behold, he found the glorious
hardwoods. Maybe I was looking for an
additional project to keep myself focused, but I couldn’t wait to rip the carpeting
up to see what was hidden under it.
So,
it wasn’t as glorious as I’d hoped. But
I could see potential. Would it be so
difficult to remove a little mastic?
I’ve got two strapping boys to assist, right? Ah well..... not exactly. My oldest is a jack-of-all-trades, knows
electrical, can work on my car, assisted with finishing the basement – but took
one look at the mastic and said "you're on your own". He felt I had enough “balls in the air” and considered me a complete nut-job if I took on another project.
Err.
Ok, I still have one more son that will help his momma! Maybe the youngest son couldn’t tell a
Phillips from a Flat head screwdriver – but he’s a smart kid. Builds computers and is book smart – this could
work. In the 8 days it took to scrape
all the mastic off the floor, he may have spent a total of 30 minutes on the
project. He's such an over-thinker, his little mind could
not stop thinking there had to be better way of getting the mastic off the
hardwood instead of scraping. I’ll
admit, he came up with some great ideas, but none worked like getting down and
your hands and knees and working the scraper back and forth.
Now
it’s time for the orbital sander – and if those boys think they can take over
now so they can run that big ol’power tool – they can forget it!
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