Crazy as a Loom

Monday, September 7, 2009

Mothers and daughters

My next order is 6 blue jean rugs, woven thick. I remembered that I had some wider strips already cut, up in the attic. I went up there and found a tote full of just what I needed. When I sat down to sew the strips together, I was thrilled to find that at some point in time, I had already sewn them all together. I only had to cut them apart, and snip off the corners.
This has saved me about two days of sewing.
It is better than dessert.
I swear.

Had a family dinner tonight, at one of my daughter's. It was a nice way to end the summer, spending it together. It means more than I can say.
Nevinn is giving the skate board a whirl.
A little baked ziti never hurt anyone, did it???
I don't drink this, but I love the logo. Always have.

I woke up in the middle of last night, and I felt so sad.
I had been dreaming of family that I love so much, and they were disturbing dreams.
Now I must tell you that I have been accused of "blogging" about their personal lives.
But this is not true. Words said in anger.
Do you all know one thing about what I am talking about?
You only know that I have had family issues on my mind for several months, and that occasionally I talk about my FEELINGS about those issues, and my own personal struggle dealing with them.
No details, no blow by blow descriptions.

Then this morning, my mother snagged me as I was coming down the stairs. Not her usual sleep til 9am, I usually never see her in the morning. So when I do, I know there is something wrong, or something that she needs.
Sometimes, I am ashamed to say, that I feel the annoyance rising up in me like indigestion. But this morning, after my dream, I said to myself, no, not this morning.
"What's up, Mom?"
No big deal.
She wanted prune juice, NOW. And some cookies, she hadn't had any for 3 days.
Can you hear the sound of my,no....unclench my jaw, is OK. She is my mother. She is as old as I hope to be someday. I love her more than words are ever going to describe.
So I gulp down a cup of tea, and head for the grocery store, thinking to myself, that someday, I will annoy my own daughters.
Actually, I annoy them already at times.
Tonight, I looked at my hands, and realized that they were beginning to look like my mother's.
Need I say more?


Life Looms Large said...

That ziti looks so delicious!!

Your rug weaving is inspirational!!! You go!!

I'm practically your polar opposite in terms of blogging about other people. I never post a picture of a person without their explicit permission to put that exact picture up. And I don't usually even try to put pictures of people up.

I want my friends and family to feel safe and secure knowing that their privacy is safe with me - just as I'd want my privacy to be safe with them.

That's just what works for me. I don't mean to say that you should change anything. It definitely makes people less camera shy around me....even though posting a whole week of family vacation photos without any people in them was sort of a challenge!!

Well, definitely enough said about that! There are pros and cons to either approach!

Blog on!

Nancy said...

Sorry you are having problems in your relationships. That is always so hard. I have a few of my own going on right now.

Have one of those cookies with your mother. I'd skip the prune juice, though. :-)

Hilary said...

I can't blog without pictures of people here and there. Anyone that is in my focus is game. I tell them, if they are not in the loop, that it is for my blog, so if they have objections, I will,of course, honor them.
But as long as I don't give last names and addresses, noone seems to mind.
And I just feel that without them, it would be like trying to describe a peach to someone who has never seen one, without a picture.
Pictures are usually worth a thousand words.

But every blogger is different, and that is what makes it so interesting to make the rounds and read as many as you can.

Gail said...

Hang in there!

I used to crochet rugs out of strings like that. We would recycle all the old clothes and make throw rugs. I still have some made out of the old heavy knits from the seventies.

Delighted Hands said...

The rug 'fiber' was a neat surprise. I must admit; my camera is almost always with me looking for blog fodder! I think it must be hard for your Mom to be so dependent on others........

Lori said...

Relationships can be difficult. I think sometimes our journeys clash with one another and it just takes being tolerant of one another...which isn't alway easy of course...I know when I am in a bad place I have less tolerance for not just others but myself as well.

This is your place to express your feelings and thoughts about your life. Sometimes people won't like that and we have to be okay with it because really it's just our feelings and thoughts.

bspinner said...

I can not imagine living with an older parent. It must be very hard for you having someone else around all the time. Bless your heart for having her live with you.

Bake ziti looks yummy!!!!

Country Girl said...

Mom needs the prune juice. And she needs you. It's all a cycle, isn't it? I've never known you to get too personal here, so no worries.

I AM sorry that you've got family issues on your mind.

And I also love the Coca Cola logo. It adorned many a thing in our home for years. My dad worked for the company as one of the executives. It wasn't until I was about 10 that I finally learned that Pepsi wasn't really a dirty word.
(We were never to speak the word in our home).

Sharon said...

Mothers and daughters - so complex. My daughter is my most favorite woman on the planet and still...

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