Tuesday, November 22, 2016

You're 15


I'm making you chicken fettuccine alfredo for dinner. Cause pasta is, hands down, your favorite kind of food. Like, any kind of pasta. Even cooked pasta just poured into the colander in the sink to drain. You are constantly sticking your fingers in there sneaking noodles.


This smile. This expression. You. It's exactly how the world sees you. Happy. Relaxed. Funny. Confident. Encouraging others and so supportive of their achievements. 


On the topic of achievements, you've got many. Start a rigorous high school program? Handle it like a pro. Decide you want to run competitively? Make it to State your first year. Encourage your group to take a project in a new direction? Be asked to present it to the whole school.


Confident and humble. Determined and inclusive. Great qualities by anyone's definition. They are the very essence of you. When I look back at what I've written past years on your birthday I see it as a common theme. It's just who you are through and through.

So, we will be eating chicken fettuccine alfredo shortly. Along with a salad. You and I were standing in the produce section of the grocery store thinking salad would be the perfect side dish. My hand was reaching for Romaine and you said that although you know I like more healthy lettuce options, you really were hoping for a nice Iceberg. You said "nice Iceberg" the same way a French chef might refer to an expensive bottle of wine. I laughed and grabbed the Iceberg.  For my birthday girl.

I love you.
Mom

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Break for pie


I'm taking a small break from this space. It's time to gather my thoughts. Hug my loved ones. And eat some pie. Happy Thanksgiving.

-dana

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Squad senior portraits















I happen to know quite a few high school seniors this year. Including one of my own. I had fun photographing them.

-dana

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

New phase


This past weekend we traveled to the middle of our state for our youngest to run in the state cross country meet. She's a freshman in high school and this was her first season of Cross Country.


There were 131 runners in our division. She finished 37th. I stood at the finish line with my shoulders scrunched up with nerves and water spilling from my eyes. Just minutes before the gun fired for her race, I watched a girl in a different division trip, fall, try to get back up at least a dozen times and finally crawl across the line. I fought my whole body to keep it from jumping the fence to help that girl. Rules, finishing, placing, pride. Her team still won. And then my daughter's race began and for about 20 minutes, I paced.


Pacing is really all I know in these instances. I never played high school sports. I've never been the mom to two teenage daughters that play soccer and run cross country before this year. Last spring when soccer began and my husband was coaching and my entire family was wrapped up in the sport and were gone for hours on end and spoke in a soccer short-hand language and laughed and struggled and practiced and traveled to games, I paced. Dinner wasn't at a predictable time. I didn't know how to contribute. The three of them were having fun, fun, fun and I felt off kilter.


Soccer ended and my youngest began running. She ran all summer. Miles and miles. Sometimes twice a day. Once school began, my oldest joined the team too. Meets began. There I was pacing. Watching my husband talk and plan and strategize and study and stretch and coach  . . . and bond even more deeply. I love that man. I wonder if this is kin to what he might have felt in those early years when both girls were so dependent on me.




So, I'll continue to pace. And cook meals that can still be shared at whatever hour we find ourselves together. And I'll buy Gatorade and bananas. And probably be the dorky mom that brings cut up oranges for the team. But I'll be there with water spilling from my eyes. Full of love in this new phase I find myself.

-dana


Thursday, November 3, 2016

Craftsy Class Coupon Code



So, I've never taken an online class on Craftsy. I've been on their website many times and thought about it but I always find myself thinking that if I have free time, I want to sew rather than taking a class about sewing. Know what I mean?



Well, a few weeks ago I was sewing with my friend Lee Monroe and I mentioned that I have never taken a Craftsy class. I think she almost spit her drink out of her mouth. She thought I was kidding . . . probably because she had filmed a Craftsy class earlier this year. And because I like to tease her about her growing celebrity status in the quilting world. However, I wasn't kidding. I explained that my free time is precious and signing up for a class would feel like another obligation. Lee set me straight as she explained that the class is mine forever and I can start a video any time on any device and watch whenever I want. She often has a video playing while she is sewing. Wait! What? I'd never thought of that!

Hi Lee!

I've watched the trailer to her class called Quilt Faster: Accurate, Streamlined Piecing and today I'm starting it! I've sat at a table sewing with Lee in real life. She's always quick to offer tips, hilarious stories, help to troubleshoot a problem and encouragement when I have 684 more seams to sew. And I have a strong suspicion that her class will be like having her in my home.



And, because Lee is awesome, she has given me a coupon code for her class to share with all of you! Instead of $40, her class will be $20 if you use this code: 

     https://www.craftsy.com/quilting/classes/quilt-faster-accurate-streamlined-piecing/59097

Let me know if you sign up too. Then we can chat about it and maybe, just maybe, it will feel like I'm sewing with friends instead of all by my lonesome.

-dana

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

A Halloween quilt






I love Halloween. I love the ghosts and goblins. Or the threat of them anyway. I love the candy and apples and pumpkins. I love the frosty breath, woolen scarves and pranks that make me jump. And I really love the colors.

Who wants some hot chocolate?

-dana

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Documenting





I've been trying to be more mindful of documenting my days lately. There is so much beauty when I slow down to notice it. I've been taking pics of my high school senior and her friends this week. I asked the worker behind the counter where I went to vote this morning if now the awful television and mailer ads would stop coming to my house. I think she thought I was serious until I cracked a smile. As she was showing me how to operate the voting machine I asked if she could adjust the lighting so that my selfie of me voting would turn out better. I'm pretty sure she knew I was joking right away but I cracked a smile nonetheless. I hear rain falling outside my open windows. That's a sound I haven't heard in weeks and weeks and weeks. Our house will be full tomorrow with a team and their families eating spaghetti in preparation for the big race on Saturday.

So much beauty in the everyday.

-dana