Tag: Memoir: Grandkids

The heart of the matter

~ Liz A ~ 14 Comments

It is Thanksgiving Day so I am beside myself … loving the sweet simplicity of a day devoted to fun, food and family …

There hasn’t been much time for stitching, but I’ve done a bit on rust-stained muslin from years ago that keeps rising to the top of my scrap basket. It has always made me think of sunrise, so I finally took the plunge …

backing it with a fine madder-dyed cotton gifted by Mo, stitched with a silk/cotton thread given by Jude to Deb, who worked such magic that I am beside myself with wonder …

and as I stitched discontinuous backstitch in the center and Jude’s split backstitch around the edge, I turned it this way and that …

finding at last the heart that has waited so patiently to be found.

Wishing a Happy Thanksgiving to one and all, wherever you may be. May you, too, find your heart’s content.

What’s a Nana to do?

~ Liz A ~ 20 Comments

Time has been flying by, but that’s no great surprise as the past five days have been spent with our Missouri grandsons, seen here with some of J’s artwork …

I was so impressed I went out to get them watercolors, paintbrushes and paper so I could watch them create …

I especially loved seeing how Jace held his paintbrush completely different from how he held a marker …

to very good effect …

We had fun of another kind with J, making guest appearances as “Mystery Readers” in his first grade classroom, where we co-read Once Upon a Cool Motorcycle Dude …

and then ate lunch together …

Memory making …

Takin’ it easy

~ Liz A ~ 21 Comments

After slamming from high-summer 90s into full-on winter 20s, the weather has come back to something near normal for Texas. So with an old Eagles pop-tune playing in my head, I took my barefeet out onto the back porch to dry my hair in the sun …

while enjoying a through-the-looking-glass view of my stitching window.

I even managed to piece a few patches together …

after auditioning a couple of iterations …

The latest strips are not as visually interesting, so they are soon to be dyed with tea and windfall lichen, gathered with the help of Griffin and Parker yesterday …

And while I don’t have pictures of our lichen gathering activities, nor of the rollicking game of soccer that followed, I do have a fun shot of P trying on Don’s boots …

I could get used to this …