Thursday, April 23, 2009
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
Let me just start by saying I am not a writer nor photographer. I follow lots of bloggers who are gifted writers and amazing photographers...I am certainly neither. I'm just a seamstress and fabric addict. My raison(s) d'etre here at "Ramblings...." in no particular order, are as follows: ~to join the blogging party...I don't want to be left out of the fun! ~to share info about my little bizness ~to tell stories ~ to brag or vent about my children ~to ask for input about who knows what. There may be more reasons, but that's a good bunch of it.
***photos are (top) Nonnie & me 1971...isn't she beautiful...and (bottom) Nonnie & Huffy in his "sharp" patchwork shirt 2008***
Here's a short & sweet bio:
I am a child of the 70's and a teen of the 80's and I have the musical taste to prove it. Born and raised in Oklahoma and don't mind it at all...nice place. My jobs have included dishwasher/terrible waitress at Pizza Hut, video store clerk, gifted barista (before it was so mainstream), something to do with unclaimed government checks (very educational), Montessori preschool teacher, and, now, mother and seamstress. I have 3 children between ages 4 and 9 (boy-girl-boy) and a wonderful husband of 15 years. Oh, and a dog...can't believe it but, we do.
So I learned to sew from my grandmother, Lanette, who was known by the family as "Nonnie." For me she was a mother and grandmother rolled into one amazing person and I miss her greatly. She was my biggest "fan." Nonnie taught me to sew when I was 13. I chose a pants pattern with a gussett and she loved to tell everyone that I chose such a complicated pattern as my first project...those were cool pants. Nobody else had anything quite like it....well, not until M.C. Hammer came along.
I sew as often as I am able...actually more than I should. The house tends to get a little too neglected as do the dog and the 4 year old when I'm on a sewing binge. I am working hard to strike a balance here...how DO they do it? If I could exist on frapuccino and much less sleep I'd have it all worked out.