Lots going on

I'm glad it is Friday! It is time to rest recharge and get some things done for the future. I am still looking for a dress to wear to Curtis' wedding. Tomorrow is another Saturday so I will go looking again. Hopefully I will find something. It is our last week to clean the church until June so that will get me up and going. I also need to do a Costco run. I have the menu picked out for the Rehearsal dinner and most of the set-up planned. I am rethinking the table arrangement. I am anxiously awaiting the release of the new Elm Creek quilt book on Tuesday. Jeff fixed the resistance on my stationary bike and now he rides it sometimes too. I hope to have a good weekend. I will make it a good weekend.

Looking and finding

I looked through all the drawers in my file cabinet and dresser to find some white handkerchief's I thought I had. I found several things of interest to me. One was the letter I received form President Spencer W. Kimball. There was also a pattern to the afghan I knitted many years ago. There was also a letter from my dad (those were very rare) and my visit teach partner to my mom. It was from many years ago when she did a spotlight on me in Relief Society. How sweet. I never did find the envelopes with white hankies in it but had alot of fun looking through all the stuff from way back. I also saw the baby outfits for Scott, Alex, Marjorie and Curtis. There were plaster of paris with handprints of Curtis and Marjorie from long ago. Surprising what you can find.

Versitile pattern

I am making another dish rag with that cute valentine pattern. It is cream color. I can't wait to finish it and start on green ones that can be lucky 4-leaf clovers for St. Patrick's Day.

Cute Valentine

I tried a new pattern. There were several stitches in it, I didn't know how to do. I found wonderful videos on youtube showing how to do the stitches. All I had to do was google the abbreviation and click. It was like magic. The pattern takes real concentration but turned out really cute I think. You can even see the holes.

A song is a wonderful kind of thing...

I have been dealing with sickness these last 2 days. I have been to the doctor twice and still don't feel I have the things I need to sleep. Anyway, I was feeling a bit better, kinda. I sat down at the piano. My Children's Songbook was there open to Away in the Manger. It is a very easy arrangement, so I played it a couple of times. It felt good. I played Picture a Christmas. That was good too. The for the remainder of the hour I played my favorites from that book, Popcorn Popping, To Be A Pioneer, I Wonder When He Comes Again, Whenever I hear the song of a bird, and Once There was a Snowman.
I should play the piano more often!

Picture a Christmas

Tonight Dad got my Christmas present out and set up. He got me a digital picture frame. I love it! He put pictures from this Christmas on it. I could sit and watch it all day long, but I need to get things done. It is something I've always wanted. Thanks sweetie!

The real story about the sweater

With all the knitting I have done this season, I was curious about the things I have knitted in the past. I went to my file cabinet and found a booklet that I thought my afghan pattern was in. It was not there. There was one like mine though. I found a sheet of paper that I think Gloria's afghan pattern is on.

I remembered the sweater Daddy sent home with me when Mama died. He said it was partly done. I should take it home and see if I could finish it. It has been sitting out in the garage since it came home probably about 16 years ago. I went out and got it out last night for the first time. The sweater is almost totally done. All it needs is a small fix at the back of the neck and the inside of the pockets sewed down. Then it will be done. It also needs a good cleaning. I tried it on last night. I could wear it if I roll up the sleeves 2 or 3 times. It also doesn't quite close. That is ok. There are no buttons or button holes in it.

What a real treasure! It was especially meaningful after I read the Christmas Sweater by Glenn Beck this season. My story is nothing like his though.

Now when I get the time I want to get the big box down out of the garage that has my old afghan in it. Some other day.