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Grandma’s house…

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!! ๐Ÿ˜Ž 

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. ๐Ÿ’• Hopefully I get to have baby boys and baby girls!! 

The process of figuring out the pattern

Only half of the quilt sewn together
The fabrics my grandma chose. I told her to choose all her favorites
I figured out the design of how all the squares should fit together.

The squares sewn together into strips. This is only half…๐Ÿ˜ฎ

When this quilt is finished it will be beautiful. My grandma is great at choosing fabrics. 

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 ๐Ÿ˜Š

Quilting

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, “Oooo๐Ÿ˜ฎ, 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! ๐Ÿ‘

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. ๐Ÿ˜ต

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.


The squares process took some time! But my crazy patterns look well together… ๐Ÿ˜Ž


I still had 5 more fabrics to cut…but my vision would be completed!!

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! โค๏ธ

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. 

After lunch I finished laying them out and I love it. Mother helped me move some things around…

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.


Grandma and I made it all cute for the photo! ๐Ÿ˜Š

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 want these quilts,  I make to be an heirloom. Something that my future grandkids can get and can continue on. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’•

I’ll post more photos when we continue… wish us lots of luck!  ๐Ÿ˜Š

“White dress…check, veil…check, flowers…check, food…check,” Emma whispers…

“How’s the list coming, Honey?” Emma’s mother chimes into her dreamland. Have you decided upon everything you want?

“I think so Mother,” as Emma recites it back to her, confident that she is finished.

“You forgot place. You don’t know where you will have it? Has Nathan given you an idea he likes?”

“A place…” Emma ponders… “Nathan wants it to be in a place up in the woods, he went there for his parent’s renewal. It sounds beautiful but I don’t see us being able to afford it.” Why must there be hints of sadness while planning a happy occasion.

“I’m sorry my darling, but it is good to have a budget. Without one you would plunge into your life savings and that money is for the future; you are allowed to be prudent with your earnings,” Emma’s mother says while embracing Emma, “All will work out my baby.”

I was happy with the idea of being married at City Hall then having a grand big reception afterwards. But Nathan had his idea of a ceremony in front of friends and family. I have also always dreamed about having my almost niece be the flower girl, while the youngest nephew is being a batman symbol thrower. Next, my sister in-law walking down, my second eldest sister, then my eldest sister. My mother would be in the audience with my other nephew, because they prefer to be seen but not stared at. Next would come myself and my brothers; they would be giving me away. Hopefully both, but my eldest brother might be sitting with my mom, because he like she are similar. But for sure my younger brother will, he is my best friend. So yes, I have thought about a ceremony, the idea of having my friends and family taking part in our happy occasion warms my soul. But then that is more spending. If the place and seating was taken care of, I would be able to do the rest, within my budget. We just cannot afford it all.

Understand that Emma has told her mother all of this before, so as Emma sits quietly debating these thoughts in her head, Emma’s mother is just holding her and giving a head scratch.

“What if we had it at Grandpa’s and Grandma’s? The space is big enough. It might not give us everything, and we would have enough within our budget for the rest of the occasion.” Emma suggests an idea, nothing is set in stone.

“I am sure they would love to have you there. But you must discuss it with your future husband, these choices should be a team effort. Everything will be perfect because you are marrying someone you love.”

“Thanks mama, I love you.”

“I love you too, my baby girl.”

Prudent

Communication…

My almost Hubby said something yesterday…

He said that, “Girls talk in squares and guys talk in circles…”

I found that funny but then also true. We had a miscommunication this last weekend, and not only did we had that miscommunication…he went to the desert with friends to blow things up. Before he left however, I drove out to him and had a miniature meltdown… and we talked it out. And he told me our future was already set in his mind…that he was already planning things. But in my mind he hadn’t said anything, and that fickle thing called doubt was creeping into my mind…

Stupid thing, doubt…life would be easier without it…

Anyways, we did talk before he left but when he got back there was an awkward tension between us. I could feel it, and I knew he could too. So of course I said something about, “Do you feel the awkwardness between us…” Obvious is what I am. I am not the most unobservant person in the world…

Anyways, after I blurted it out we sat in the room trying to pin point the awkwardness. He suggested one, I answered. He suggested another I answered. The awkwardness was discovered…He was hurt that I didn’t trust him that he would soon be my Hubby. He said that its his job to keep it secret and make it be the ultimate surprise…

My heart shrank in size, I could understand his sadness, his hurt. I would feel he same if he questioned me, on my love for him. But my greatest flaw is my doubt. Doubt is a fickle fiend that is always making himself present in the happiest of times…

I looked him in the eye and apologized a thousand times (maybe not a thousand but my watering eyes probably showed him my apologies, knowing that he will hurt awhile. But I love him unconditionally, completely, and forevering…(I know is not a word but I like it!)

After the awkwardness was gone he pulled me into the warmest of hugs and says, “We just need to remember that you talk in squares and I in circles…”

“What would happen if you mix squares and circles together?” I smartly asked…

“You would have squrcicles…” He said very relaxed and straight faced. Probably he had thought of it too.

“Then we will have to work on our squrcicles…” I snuggled into him. This is where I like to be, its my favorite place. My head against his chest, listening to his breathing; his arms wrapped around me, mine around him; just laying there in my cocoon of love.

I guess, what I wanted to do with this post is, if you are having trouble communicating remember you either talk in squares or circles…you need to find the balance and work on those squrcicles!

Have a great Monday! ๐Ÿ’•

Cheyenne.

Cheyenne has been amazing! I had an abrupt but slow morning; my guy left at 7:03am this morning to go for his ride along. He kissed me good bye and I slept until 8:30am. Understand that Wyoming is 1hr ahead. So to me I woke up at 7:30am…

Anyways I needed coffee ๐Ÿ˜ฌ and of course I could just drink the stuff provided in our room but I wanted to experience the small cafe shop. Looking at the weather for the day began at 21ยฐ and by the time I was leaving the hotel it was 26ยฐ. And it would continue to climb until 2pm.  So I put on 2 layers of pants, a sweater dress, scarf, fingerless gloves, a knitted hat and my inside lining of the snow jacket.

Since my guy is busy, I planned on meandering through town. I got my coffee at the Paramount Cafe. I stopped at a convience store for a book called, ‘Duty and Honor’. And as I wandered down a street, a cop car pulls over and stops next to the sidewalk. I was a bit nervous, wondering what I did wrong. There in the passenger seat sits my love, bright eyed and smiling. I said hi and hello to the fellow officer taking him around. Its nice to see him excited and happy. Please pray for him, his test is Tuesday. God willing he will pass or not pass. But praying always helps.

Some scenery pictures..

This is a house/art studio. The walls and shelves were filled with all types of art!!

This was just a cute home. I love this style of house.


Right outside of the hotel there is an old classic theater. This photo is taken in front of the thrift store( I talk about it later)

As my day continued, I had to wait until 10-11am for the small shops to open. I stopped in a clothing store that looked sweet from the outside, but once inside I discovered this is a new dangerous store. It’s called, ‘Just Dandy”, and everything in there is my style. Thankfully everything is expensive and not in my price range. Except then the lady tells me the clearance section is down stairs. I got a cute, but nice quality shirt for $17. It’s a tank top fringe beaded shirt. 

๐Ÿ˜ณI tried mother…but I did look at prices first before trying on. This store is totally a you store as well…๐Ÿ˜Ž 

The lady there told me to check out this other place called, ‘Donna’s Boutique’ its more of a thrift store. It’s really cute and this store is more realistically priced. It reminded me of the old thrift store in Monrovia. Then around the corner was a nit-nack type of store. The lady was really nice and so I bought a coffee mug from her. 

I turned the corner and returned to the hotel. No more exploring for the day. I dropped off my jacket and headed towards the sitting area. I sat and read my book awhile. Then started this post. 

I hope you are enjoying hearing about Cheyenne. If not I’m enjoying writing about it. And this blog is for me and my thoughts!

Again love you mom!! โค๏ธ I am being good about not buying everything I see ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Family.

You are born into one,

You are raised by one.

You grow with one,

And you are loved by one.

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You continue life with that one.

You strive and thrive with that one.

They see you fail and fall.

But they help you crawl and stand tall.

-:-

Now it’s new.

His family has accepted me.

But not only that,

His family, my family, are one.

I am happy with glee!! ๐Ÿ’•