Saturday, October 23, 2010

Coupla pics, coupla thoughts

On the way to the studio this morning, after a breakfast of blueberry/pecan pancakes, YUM-O.......
I saw this.

From october

There were actually three of them, but this was the closest.

You don't mind if I lay here, do ya?
From october

Oh, wow, I love blue jean rugs!!! This is NICE!
From october

Hey, you guys........check this out.
From october

Sydney is bent on 'helping' me. After I finished tying fringe on the blue jean rugs, and got them packed up for the UPS man on Monday, I started an 18 ft runner. When I make the 'wave' rugs, I make a mess. Big time. It's how I like to work, creating it as I go.
From october

I got it half done today, and I was pleased with that much progress.
From october

On the way home tonight, I saw this man walking down the sidewalk, reading a book.
Now in the list of things I do NOT understand, that is one of them.
Why would anyone walk and read? Can't he find someplace to sit and enjoy his book?
Isn't he afraid he will trip not watching where he is going?

Did you ever wonder when you really grew up? We think we are grown up when we go off to college, and when we start families of our own. When we start our career.
But I think for me that I really grew up when I found myself divorced, alone, raising my children. Working two jobs. Knowing that the buck did, indeed, stop right at my feet. Suddenly, no one could do it for me. I was really, really on my own, with other people that depended on me. That was when I knew that I had grown up, after all.
I was thinking about that today, and remembering how the simplest of things made me happy back then. Having a cup of tea ( I think I was drinking coffee back then) in a sunny window. Walking barefoot over a floor I had just cleaned. Being able to buy my kids new sneakers.
It is amazing how you can take so much for granted, when you don't have to work that hard for it anymore.
I don't dwell on how hard those times were, but I hope I never forget the painful lessons I learned. What's important, what matters after all is said and done.
Hope you're having a great weekend!!!


KarenInTheWoods said...

Yup, raising my two daughters alone was daunting too. And giving them *report card shoes* every nine weeks when they earned good grades, did double duty of reward and getting shoes on their ever-growing feet!

Karen and Steve
(Our Blog) RVing: Small House... BIG Backyard

Anonymous said...

What I like about my life now is how I am grateful for what I have right now...not a lot...but enough....and it is what I have created for myself. My childhood was not the easiest but it has made me realize that life is full of moments to be never know what tomorrow brings..but today, is a moment I made, I enjoyed and I shared with the one I love. What more do we need?

Your pictures are moments you enjoy and share with the world, and I wish to thank you for that and I admire your rugs. One day I will have a space to honor one of your rugs.

claudia said...

I never really thought about when I really grew up. I too raised my daughters on my own. Never even gave it a thought that it might have been a struggle, but I do remember not having everything we wanted. We had all we needed. Now I am thinking about it and I'm really thinking I haven't quite grown up yet. Especially when I think about the wonderful fun day at work I just had, laughing like a school girl, until tears ran down my cheeks and my stomach hurt. At work, mind you! IT WAS FUN!!!
I don't want to grow up.

joyceetta said...

I don't think I felt like a "real" adult until after I had lost both parents. Can't explain why exactly....probably because as a single person it was the first time I felt as if there was no one for me to fall back on. I was truly on my own in this great big world. Also....making a will sealed the deal for me!

Karen said...

Hmmm... I don't think I've fully grown up yet... and I've known not having much, and having more than enough. I think I appreciated more when I had to work harder for it. In this bad economy and as I am aging... GRACEFULLY..Ha! .. I am once again trying to appreciate all that is good.

Love that rug :-) and the kitty.

Tiggeriffic said...

I really don't want to grow up. I have this 12 year old child inside that is constantly trying to get out and do things my body can't do anymore. Forget running child,, I pee my pants.
I had such a tiggeriffic childhood and wonderful parents, I'm constantly being reminded of all the good times I really had with my sister and my family.
Look forward to seeing your blog everyday and so glad that I came back to my blog before going to bed to see if you were here. Yes, here you are all grown up and doing just wonderful. Thanks for being here for all of your fans.. Have a great Sunday...~!read about you tomorrow and looking forward to hearing what your thoughts are going to be. Ta Ta For Now~!~!

Nancy said...

Soulful post today, Hilary. I've been going back to those times myself. I had lunch with an old friend yesterday. Before driving to another town for lunch we drove by our old apartments, when four of us lived right next to each other. We were all single, young, broke. We enjoyed very simple things back then, too. A beer together on a Friday night, potluck, knowing there were others that cared about you within calling distance..Thanks for the reminder.

Love the song.

Gail said...

The runner in the making is simply beautiful!

Country Girl said...

From someone else who has also learned painful lessons ~ have a beautiful Sunday my friend.
As I said before, the wave rug is beautiful. The photo of the rose material on the loom is impressive.

Gayle said...


I love that put share your kitties with us so often.

Sharon said...

I never felt grown up, not even when I should have. I always felt like I was pretending, second-guessing myself. What a wasted and useless enery that was. I was so busy staying afloat and keeping my family going that it was years before I got to smell the roses and I must say that I think they smell very nice.

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