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Like a Quilt

30 Tuesday Aug 2011

Posted by Ginny Marie in Uncategorized

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Quilting was a passion of my mother’s. She had a huge stash of fabric, and loved laying out colors and patterns when she was designing a quilt. She always made sure that among all the beautiful fabrics and colors that there was at least one “ugly,” a fabric that she didn’t like. The “ugly” fabric helped to bring variety and texture to her quilts.

Lily’s doll bed and quilt — I can’t see an “ugly”, can you?

Lily and Emmy each have a baby quilt that my mom made for them. The girls bring Grandma’s quilts everywhere when we travel. They snuggle with them in the car and on the floor at Grandpa’s house. Those quilts have been to Colorado, Pennsylvania and Canada. They are comforted so much by Grandma’s quilt; in part, I think, because those quilts are such a comfort to me as well.

Piecing together those quilts was very time consuming. It required a lot of patience. Ironically, Mom did not have a lot of patience. She stuck with her quilts because she loved the end result. And then, she would dig out different patterns with different fabrics and start all over again.

My little blog is kind of like a quilt. I love being able to change things around and put the pieces together in different ways. At Bloggy Boot Camp, I learned so much about design from the wonderful Renee. (The above header, not at all what I have in mind, is a temporary fix since my BlogHer ad was too low on my page.) I’m playing around with a new design for my blog. To help me with my design, I’ve started an Inspiration Board at Pinterest–a website Mom would have loved!

Have you noticed one of the changes I’ve already made? I finally bit the bullet and bought my own domain! Eventually, I want to move Lemon Drop Pie to a new location. All of the changes I have in mind take a lot of patience–something which I have in short supply. Like mother, like daughter. Stick with me…and let’s see what happens!

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Anatomy of a Play Date

25 Thursday Aug 2011

Posted by Ginny Marie in motherhood

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Giggles erupt from the other room. I smile, loving the sound. Emmy is having a playdate with one of her preschool friends while Lily is at school.

A playdate isn’t necessarily a break for Mommy. I often think it will be, but in this case I am making lunch or bringing out yet another activity. I love how Emmy’s guest exclaims at every “new” toy she sees, “I didn’t know you had THIS!” as though it is the most wonderful toy she has ever played with.

Four year olds have an amazingly short attention span. I stop what I am doing to look for the mate to a sparkly dress-up shoe. I never find it. I can’t find a matching pair of dress-up shoes ANYWHERE. How can this be? My daughters have every single pair of princess dress-up shoes ever made, including Tinker Bell slippers. (I don’t really consider Tinker Bell a princess, but Emmy inform me that Tinker Bell is a fairy princess.) Fortunately, our guest has no problem with wearing a blue Cinderella shoe on her left foot and a yellow Belle shoe on her right.

We stop playing to eat lunch. They are done with their mac ‘n cheese and carrot sticks before I even have a chance to sit down with them.

I change the batteries to a walking dog; I bring out musical instruments for a “princess parade,” and then, after they each scarf down a sprinkle-covered cupcake, we go outside.

I think I will be able to sit on the porch and relax, but I am needed. I put on bike helmets, take off bike helmets, get out scooters, pull a wagon, and bring out bubbles.

A whirl of activity surrounds me. Just as I sit down, they make the request to go back inside to play for the last few minutes of the playdate. I get back up.

I am smiling as I write this post; Emmy’s friend has gone home, and Emmy is resting as she watches Clifford, the Big Red Dog. I think about the future. How long until there are two teenaged girls giggling up in Emmy’s room? How long until the word “playdate” will disappear and “hanging out” will replace it?

I don’t dread those days; they will just be different. But will I long for these four-year-old days again? Maybe. I also like to think I will relish those teenage days ahead just as much as I relish these four-year-old days that will soon be behind me.

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