Slowly trying to get back into painting 😎 I painted for about 5hrs and either it’s done or I’ll put some finishing touches…I have several projects I want to do in the near future, but first I need to plan the wedding.
Haven’t had time to write new posts, because of work, school, and planning a wedding. But I have been able to edit photos and make new art, eventually I will paint these. All photos taken by emily2jane and edited by emily2jane.
I’m never not doing art. Some way or another I have art in my life. 😊
I’m back at grandma’s house, and we have been making quilts. She has an abundance of vintage fabric and I gets to use it!! 😎
My grandma likes the process of quilts, the choosing of fabrics, the cutting of squares, the organization pattern, the sewing together, but then she doesn’t seem to want to finish. So I’m making tops of the quilts, and putting them in the box and waiting for another day.
This one is for one of my future kids…I chose the fabrics and thought of a boy, but it could be for either. 💕 Hopefully I get to have baby boys and baby girls!!
The next quilt will be yellows, reds, and whites; mostly all of the fabrics will have some type of pattern.
I’ll show pictures when I get them 😊
Since I’ve been taking care of grandma again, I have begun a quilt. My mother suggested it because grandma has an abundance of fabric and it would be nice to make something with her.
So one day when we were sorting fabrics I said, “Oooo😮, I like this fabric for a little man’s quilt…” and I set it aside. And the morning continued with me stacking different cotton linens together. Grandma was fine with it but concerned with my choices. But I told her not to worry, that I had a plan! 👍
Next day I took them home and began washing them all. She once had cats so I’m am deathly allergic to everything on the 3rd floor. 😵
Then the squares began…it’s a long process and to get grandma into the mix I asked her to iron the fabric. She is able to do it and it takes her a bit of time so it makes my job less stressed.
This last Friday we began the pattern process, or as I see it a giant puzzle coloring book!
I understand you can make 9 square patterns and then stitch them together but instead I wanted to come up with my own pattern. So grandma sat across from me and would stop me if I was putting one in a terrible place. And sometimes I would tell her to chime in with her opinion, because when mother got here I wanted and expected her to do the same! Love you Mother! ❤️
The process should have stopped as grandma went to take a nap and mother left to get some cookies to celebrate her birthday and I was supposed to be making lunch, but instead I tried to finish.
Initially I was making it for my future kiddos, hopefully a boy, but actually this quilt would be okay for either a boy or a girl.
Mom showed me how to organize it and make it simpler for the next process of sewing.
And not only am I going to make a quilt, something I have never done, but to bite off more I’m going to quilt it.
Not in this design but I was practicing…
I’ll post more photos when we continue… wish us lots of luck! 😊
All photos by: emily2jane
Because we were only 40min from the border we decided to venture towards Nebraska.
We stopped at the info building for tourists. Nick wanted a map so we didn’t get lost. The man working there told us of all the hot spots we should checkout while being in the state.
First place was the Oregon wagon trail. It was beautiful up there. That’s where I tried to FaceTime my Mom, but there was no service.
We walked about 1/4 of a mile and once we reached the gravel we were walking where the travelers had walked. The 2 tall rock formations were what the travelers used to know where they were and where to follow to travel.
There were man made tunnels in the hillsides
That peak off in a distance is chimney rock. When the wagon trail was real, wagons could circle the top of the formation. Because of weather it has decayed and riddled. Now it’s just a point…
It was just a fun day to go on a road trip with Nick! We had a wonderful day 😊 Though in Nebraska there is only one location that has trees…Nick says he needs trees.
We are planning on going to Calvary Chapel Cheyenne. More pictures to come!!
Love you Mother ❤️😊
-All photos taken by: emily2jane-
This morning as I was driving my younger brother to his hair appointment I had a small but sadly depressing cry. I seem to do that more often lately. I will just be walking, or texting, drawing, and some thought comes to mind and I begin to cry. I am a fickle person.
I’ve noticed I can get depressed easily. I’m not tying to compare my symptoms to anyone; I just sometimes sit and cry about a small memory.
See fickle…I haven’t really wrote about what’s been going on in my life recently, but everything seems the same. I still have the greatest family ever! I finally got back to the job that I was loving, and now I’ve been laid off. I have the most amazing boyfriend ever and I now in the future I will be more to him. We might be moving to Wyoming, at some point in the Spring; I will miss my family, especially my mom the most! Which ties into one of my discoveries today…
As I dropped my brother off, I thought…”Hmm, bowling sounds like fun today!” And then I remembered I have no one to go with. I could ask my siblings but my older brother spends Friday nights at game night. My eldest sister has two kids and she rarely has time to herself if the kiddos are at their dad’s. My next sister plans her days to a T, and she doesn’t like to compromise her plans. My mom is so tired with what’s happening with her parents that I understand when she comes home she just wants to sleep or relax. My younger brother is leaving in a few days and I think he wants to enjoy his computer a while longer before he goes off to meet his girlfriend’s family.
So these thoughts left me with the discovery that I don’t really have anyone else. I had many friends when I was younger and swimming, but recently I’ve been alone. When I was 13 the group of friends I had, tolerated me because I was just as good as them at swimming but I was about 4 years younger. So when they grew up, they grew up together. I just lagged behind hoping to be accepted. But the moment all them turned 19-21 they began drinking and they didn’t want me around to be the sober one. (I did not have my first drink until months after my 21st birthday.)
Mom told me it wasn’t personal, but it was; she said it’s because when people get drunk they don’t want people to be able to remember what they did. That group of friends left me behind; especially as each got married or something special happened I got to see the photos on Facebook.
I had another group of friends and they were my age, but they didn’t think of swimming as a way to succeed in the world. (At the time I was going to be the next Olympian, and I might have if not for getting injured.)
They wanted to chill and swim because they wanted the fun, or the tan, or the body. I was also the only Christian in this group. One friend is an atheist. One says she is a Catholic, which is close, but she does things that make me doubt her faith. One was more of a “mother nature” fan. Its hard to be friends with non believers, it can be tiresome at times. But I kept getting this thought in my mind, “you are being an example of Me in the form of you.” God has an amazing way of being there without being there. So even though the time of being their friends was some of my best days, filled with some hard moments, I felt like I was doing what God wanted. But sadly those friendships have faded. The Catholic is planning on moving in with her boyfriend, I am just old fashion I guess. The mother nature one moved away and I haven’t seen her in years. The atheist one is still a strong stubborn one, that she has done so many things that I can’t agree with. I’m not saying I’m perfect, I’ve done or thought about doing things that are sins, but I feel them every day. I know they are there, I’ve repented, but the knowledge and their presence still engulfs me.
They also have told me before I haven’t lived because of my faith. That my faith does need to be in foreground, that I should experience things and live before I grow up. They also have said I make them uncomfortable when they go out, like I am judging them or something. They want me to conform but the thought of them conforming is preposterous.
I have another group of friends, but I am the little sister of their true friend. I feel like I can be me around them, they are Christians. But I also feel like anytime I talk with them and they stop listening to my sister, my sister gets sad and feels unwanted. I try to stay away from the group because I don’t want my sister think I am trying to steal her good friends. Also I am about 5-7 years younger.
I really don’t have someone to take out bowling. It’s not even like it’s a big deal. I can just stay home and watch a movie. I just thought it would be a fun thing to do while the boyfriend is out hiking with his guy friends.
So as I drove home from taking my brother I cried and asked God, “Why does no one like me. Why do all my friends leave me.” Which a sad thing is if I leave and move to Wyoming I am only leaving my family behind. I have no friends my age to say good bye to.
I will admit I thought, “What if I go out and party alone. Just go out and be not me for a night.” Drinking and laughter is what I thought. Maybe being not me for a night would be fun. But then in the foreground my faith latched on to me. Swallowing me into a hug of love and encouragement. I can’t not be me; I am who I want to be. Faith, family, and love. So even though my curiosity of a world I have never experienced has me peeking through a keyhole every so often; I still know I have God.
So with my tear stained cheeks I write this. I can be depressed easily, and I think about things I shouldn’t. I am a sinner but I am His child. Depression runs in the lineage of my family so it will be a struggle through my life. But happily God is someone who helps me come back to reality. So cry when you need to cry, hide when you need to hide. But remember there is always someone around for you. You might be like me, a person without friends, but I am not without my family. I might just go walk in the rain then watch a movie tonight.
Sorry if this post was too sad, but writing helps me discover how I feel.
Enjoy your Happy New Year!!
My resolution: Part 1: Be Me 100%. No matter if it turns people away, I can’t be afraid to be me. Part 2: Have this resolution last longer than 2 weeks.
My heart flutters at you.
Must mean I’m not blue.
My heart flutters at fear.
Must mean I need to be clear.
My heart flutters after the cold breeze.
Must mean I’m about to sneeze.
My heart flutters at the baby’s smile.
Must mean I’ll stay and stare awhile.
My heart flutters in the dark.
Must mean I’m dreaming of sharks.
My heart flutters at art.
Must mean I’ve got a creative heart.