For a long time I've always been the people pleaser. The person who will drop everything just to make one person or multiple people happy. Where has that got me? Nowhere. It started when I was younger, and it's became an ugly habit that hasn't made me feel any better about myself.
When I was younger, it was always a constant fight for attention between my brother and I. Me being the oldest, I was supposed to be more "responsible". Being a little kid, you wanted to do anything in your power to make your parents happy. At least for me I did, I tried my hardest to anything and everything my mom asked me to do. I would clean my room, make my bed, get ready for the day, etc. I was good in school, and got somewhat good grades. Yet, it still seemed like it was always a competition between Jonathan and I. I grew to resent this and became a "bad" child as my family has told me. I grew to hate being the oldest one.
Growing up seemed like a milestone for me. Everyday when we would come home from school it seemed like I was always going to bed hating that day and looking forward to the next one because maybe, just maybe I could make my parent's happy like my brother was doing. Yet, it didn't seem this way.
When I finally transitioned from Middle School to High School, things finally started looking up for me. My brother and I weren't in the same school so the competition could calm down, I was so wrong. It was the grades he was getting that made my parent's question how smart I was in school. I wasn't really doing the best in school because I was to worried about pleasing everyone I met. Mainly my parents.
When my brother came to High School, it started up again. I joined NJROTC and thought that it could be my thing. I was wrong, it was our thing. The one thing I thought I could have to myself wasn't the way I thought. It was major competition between us again. Gladly, I graduated high school and moved onto becoming my own person.
Since, I've moved out of my parents house. I've learned a key thing about my life. I've been a pleaser and it hasn't any better for me. It's really brought me down, my self esteem and everything like that. But I've finally made the decision to quit pleasing everyone. The one person I have to please is myself. Self happiness is the most important thing for me. It's the one thing that's important to myself.
I won't let it stop me from becoming myself.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
My Adventure Into College
It's said that right after high school, we are supposed to go to college. I chose another path, and that has led me to a place to call my own with a person who loves me for who I am. It's led me to having some heartache but nothing I can't take. It's led me to finding my true self and realizing that I am going to be okay. It's led me to today.
I felt that I was going to move out of my parents and into my own place where I could maintain a job and also go to college at the same time, at least that's what I thought. I didn't think that I could fall in love with one of my friends and decide to move in with him. But life isn't what you expect it to be. It throws objects and emotions into the littlest things. A curve ball if you will, is something that I've had to live with for a while since I've been able to make some decisions on my own.
It was just recently that I have come into the broad term of college. I know that it is somewhat important in your life. Right now, I'm looking into a community college just as a part time thing while I continue to live my life. I would really like to go for Journalism, seeing as it is my passion.
When I started this blog, my ideas was to be able to express myself and get more creative in my writing. I also started this blog to help me express things that have been happening in my life. I've got a while before my college experience happens. But I'm still thinking about it.
I felt that I was going to move out of my parents and into my own place where I could maintain a job and also go to college at the same time, at least that's what I thought. I didn't think that I could fall in love with one of my friends and decide to move in with him. But life isn't what you expect it to be. It throws objects and emotions into the littlest things. A curve ball if you will, is something that I've had to live with for a while since I've been able to make some decisions on my own.
It was just recently that I have come into the broad term of college. I know that it is somewhat important in your life. Right now, I'm looking into a community college just as a part time thing while I continue to live my life. I would really like to go for Journalism, seeing as it is my passion.
When I started this blog, my ideas was to be able to express myself and get more creative in my writing. I also started this blog to help me express things that have been happening in my life. I've got a while before my college experience happens. But I'm still thinking about it.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Baking
I've always had a passion for cooking. It started when I was younger, watching my mom in the kitchen take simple items and making it into something amazing. It was fascinating. I didn't really think that I could ever do something amazing like that. Usually for me it was making toast, and then it grew into something better.
When I became older, it was more interesting than when I was younger. Plus, I was also able to cook more. As my dad was at work, and my mom started working to support the kiddos. I was in charge of making dinner. Oh boy, was I excited! My mom would set out the food that we were going to have before I came home for school. When I'd get home I would listen to the instructions and then go do homework and then when the time came I would make dinner.
I would cook a variety of things. Spaghetti, Mac and Cheese, Hamburgers, Hamburger Helpers, etc. I felt comfortable making things that I knew I couldn't screw up on. My mom would make lasagna from scratch, manicotti from scratch and a bunch of other yummy dishes.
When I was transitioning from middle school to high school I was asked what I would want to do with my life. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do. I sat down, bugged my mom for help. It finally came to cooking. I thought maybe I could become a chef. In one of my classes, I was told to write about my future career.
After a couple of years, I decided that I didn't want to do cooking as a career, but a hobby. Cooking is more an interest instead of job. I used to borrow library books about cooking and recipes, I got my very own recipe book, and sat in my room for hours and copy different recipes because it seemed interesting.
Now that I'm on my own, with my boyfriend, I can cook more. I amaze him with my ability to cook different items. I have to thank my mom for that. Cooking is really fun. It's a part of my life
When I became older, it was more interesting than when I was younger. Plus, I was also able to cook more. As my dad was at work, and my mom started working to support the kiddos. I was in charge of making dinner. Oh boy, was I excited! My mom would set out the food that we were going to have before I came home for school. When I'd get home I would listen to the instructions and then go do homework and then when the time came I would make dinner.
I would cook a variety of things. Spaghetti, Mac and Cheese, Hamburgers, Hamburger Helpers, etc. I felt comfortable making things that I knew I couldn't screw up on. My mom would make lasagna from scratch, manicotti from scratch and a bunch of other yummy dishes.
When I was transitioning from middle school to high school I was asked what I would want to do with my life. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do. I sat down, bugged my mom for help. It finally came to cooking. I thought maybe I could become a chef. In one of my classes, I was told to write about my future career.
After a couple of years, I decided that I didn't want to do cooking as a career, but a hobby. Cooking is more an interest instead of job. I used to borrow library books about cooking and recipes, I got my very own recipe book, and sat in my room for hours and copy different recipes because it seemed interesting.
Now that I'm on my own, with my boyfriend, I can cook more. I amaze him with my ability to cook different items. I have to thank my mom for that. Cooking is really fun. It's a part of my life
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Free Day
It's been said that every once and a while you need a day to yourself. In a busy life, you don't really have a lot of time to spend to yourself. I wouldn't say that I'm a "busy" person. But overall sometimes I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders and I can't take it. It's definitely changed me from who I was before.
I've definitely changed, and I'll tell you why. Before I would always let the stress and struggle of life get to me. I used to sit in my room and read self help books to make myself feel better. I have notebooks upon notebooks with words of wisdom to reassure myself that I was alright. I took what the books told me to do and I tried to incorporate that into my life. After a while, it seemed like my life was getting worse. So I completely stopped doing anything the books said. Every once and a while I will look back on it and ponder.
I never really had a lot of friends. The ones I have are amazing. They accept me for me, and don't judge. Which seems like a weird thing huh? Not judging, it's seems everyone does that now a days in society.
I've always needed a couple of free days in my life. A day where you can relax and not worry about anything. I have my girls that love to hang out with me. While they are away at College, I lay around the house and don't accomplish a couple of my goals.That's change though, I always want to clean and work on things that will help me succeed in the future and help me with my relationship with Zach.
It's not bad to take a day to yourself. It's actually quite healthy. So if you feel stressed out, take a deep breath. It will be okay! Get a couple of your girlfriends, and enjoy a night of chick flicks and chocolate.
Thanks for reading! Have a great day!
A Song Birds Tune...
I've definitely changed, and I'll tell you why. Before I would always let the stress and struggle of life get to me. I used to sit in my room and read self help books to make myself feel better. I have notebooks upon notebooks with words of wisdom to reassure myself that I was alright. I took what the books told me to do and I tried to incorporate that into my life. After a while, it seemed like my life was getting worse. So I completely stopped doing anything the books said. Every once and a while I will look back on it and ponder.
I never really had a lot of friends. The ones I have are amazing. They accept me for me, and don't judge. Which seems like a weird thing huh? Not judging, it's seems everyone does that now a days in society.
I've always needed a couple of free days in my life. A day where you can relax and not worry about anything. I have my girls that love to hang out with me. While they are away at College, I lay around the house and don't accomplish a couple of my goals.That's change though, I always want to clean and work on things that will help me succeed in the future and help me with my relationship with Zach.
It's not bad to take a day to yourself. It's actually quite healthy. So if you feel stressed out, take a deep breath. It will be okay! Get a couple of your girlfriends, and enjoy a night of chick flicks and chocolate.
Thanks for reading! Have a great day!
A Song Birds Tune...
Friday, January 3, 2014
Man's Best Friend
Scooby was my dog. We got her in Georgia around the same time we got Ruby. I never had a dog before. My parent's had a couple when I was younger but I don't really remember them as much as I remember Ruby and Scooby. Like any other kid I was so excited to have a dog, I told my parent's I would do everything to take care of them.
It started out as an innocent day at the animal shelter, we were bored and so I asked my parents if we could go to the shelter and look at dogs. I never thought that day we would be taking one home. I was pumped, I love dogs I have my whole life. We walked around and the barks from dogs made it surreal. Could there be so many dogs? There were just as many cats as there was dogs. I would pet some of the cats and loved to hear them purring. As we walked through the sections of dogs, I would stare at some and I would fall in love with them. That's when I looked at Ruby and felt a connection to her, and that was it.
I begged my mom and dad to get her. The way she looked with dark reddish fur, and the cutest white nose ever. I had to have her. I remember my mom telling me that we were just looking, but after 2 or 3 aisles of dogs, she finally said yes. I was so excited that day. We took her home and it changed my life. I would always be around her. Took her outside and made her play house with me. It was an amazing time.
Around that same time we went back again and went looking for a playmate for Ruby. It wasn't me that found her this time, it was my mom. Walking through the aisles, we came across a dog sitting. It was strange because all the other one's were close to the gate and barking to get your attention. She was calm, and looked into my moms eyes and had that cheesy look. I will always remember that.
We got Snoopy, who later we named Scooby. Ruby and her got along, and it finally felt like it was great. I paid more attention to Ruby than I did with Scooby. We would lay and read books together while she licked my face. She was a really good dog to me, and I will never forget her. I remember that day exactly on the spot. I remember waking up right next to her and getting ready for school that day. I gave her a kiss on the head, and told her to be a good girl. When I got home... everything changed.
That same day, I was excited to go home and see my girl. I remember opening the door and my mom was sitting at the dinner table with the phone and a Kleenex. Herr puffy red eyes made me question her. She calmly told me to sit down and take a deep breath. As I began to tear up, she told me that we had to put Ruby to rest. The previous owners before us, didn't really take good care of her.
She was an old dog, she had her years. You could tell her age by her white spots on her fur. I dreaded that day. I had a couple more days with her, so I wasn't going to let any time fly by. I spent from the time I woke up, to the time after school to the time I went to bed.
The dreadful day came, I remember it clearly. We woke up and got ready to go to the same shelter we got her. I sat in the back seat and made sure I held onto her. When we got there, the doctor came and made sure that we said our final goodbyes. My mom didn't want me to hear anything going on, so I held onto Ruby, and told her how much I loved her. Tears and all, I let her go. The doctor told me that he would make sure she didn't feel a thing. I began to cry even more, as we began walking towards the door, I looked back at her. She looked back at me and I swear to this day I saw a tear come from her eyes. We walked out of the shelter and walked to the car. I was quiet the whole ride home. That's the last thing I remember of my baby.
And even though we didn't get to spend a whole lot of time together, she was my favorite dog and she always will be. R.I.P Ruby, you are loved and missed.
As time moved on, it seemed to me like I didn't want to be around Scooby as much because it reminded me so much of Ruby. Scooby was definitely special though, she was a Canaan, a special breed from Israel.I spent a lot of time with her especially after I lost Ruby. She became my best friend, the one I could talk to and just rub her head and she would always fall asleep on me.
When we moved to North Carolina my dad made her a dog pen out in the back of the house. She had a dog house and we even got her a dog pool for when it was really hot outside. I was in charge of taking care of her. At first, I didn't want to. I didn't want to become so close to her especially after what happened to Ruby. But she became close to me. In the morning, I would wake up extra early and make sure she got a full bowl of food, I would go out after school everyday and pick up after her and make sure she had cold water in her water bowl and her pool. I'd take her on walks down the street to make sure she didn't stay cooped up in the dog pen.
I spent a lot of time with her, it was amazing how close we got. I remember a couple of funny times we shared. Like, one day we were working on lawn work ( mowing, raking, weeding, etc.) at the end of the day when we all went inside we heard Scooby barking. My dad went out to investigate his weapon of choice a broom. As he got closer we heard him yell " OH S***, it's a snake." Exact words he said and we all freaked out. It was big and black and it was heading straight for Scooby's pool of cold water. Scooby wouldn't have it and she defended the pool and was growling and trying to scare the snake away. When my dad got out there he pushed the broom handle towards the snake and pushed it back out of the hole it came out of. He came back in after making sure she was okay and we didn't see that snake again. Thank goodness.
Another time was when my mom and I woke up one morning to take the clothes and hang them up on the clothes hanger we had right next to Scooby's pen. When I opened the blind to the screen door to see if she was awake I saw 3 young deers not to far from her pen. Eating grass and not paying attention to her, it was quite comical actually. Scooby didn't move at all, she was in one stance and that was attack mode. We watched them quietly and made sure that we got a full show. One of the deer noticed Scooby watching them and to be funny came close up to her pen. Scooby attacked the metal trying to get the deer, and they ran back into the woods.
One day we came home from school and my dad was home early. He worked at Lowes at the time so he was gone most of the days. We got in and my mom and dad asked us to sit down on the couch. I knew it was gonna be bad news. About 30 minutes later, I found out that we were moving, and my dad was fired from Lowes. That hit me the worst. We talked about how we were going to live with my grandpa in Iowa and we couldn't take Scooby because my grandpa had a dog and they didn't know if they were going to get along. So like with Ruby, I spent as much time with Scooby. I even had pictures taken of me holding her like a baby in my arms.
We took her to a No Kill Shelter, because in North Carolina they didn't have very many. I remember the day before taking a few strands of her hair and putting it in a locket to make sure I could remember her forever. We took her into the shelter and the lady immediately took her from me and put her in the back. While she and my dad were talking, I asked to go back to see her one last time. Tears streaming down my face, the words choked when I spoke them. She said yes, and my brother and I went back. We heard her barking and whimpering clawing at the gate, I told her that everything was going to be okay. I told her how much I loved her and I stroked her head, I didn't want to let her go. My dad called for me and all I can remember is hearing her whimper and that's the last I saw of my best friend.
As the move was unexpected and unwanted, we packed our things and left out little house. I still remember everything that happened there, all the memories. I miss it sometimes when things are rough. I remember asking my dad all the time to call and see if she was okay. The lady who owned the shelter fell in love with Scooby and wanted to adopt her. But this elderly lady fell in love with Scooby and took her home. I guess the lady passed away and left Scooby in her will. Her ex husband came and took her to where she was being put to rest, and while on the way. Scooby impressed the man so much that he decided to keep her instead of putting her in a shelter. When I heard that story, I was so relieved to hear that she was okay and in a good place. She has her own room in the mansion the lady lived in, and an even bigger pool to play in ( It's a lake..)
I know it's very hard to give your best friend away, or put them to sleep. At least for me, that's the biggest pain I've ever had to endure in my life. But the pain goes away when I understand why they had to leave. They had a higher calling, not only to make our life better, but to make someone else's life even better. I'll never forget Ruby nor Scooby. They will forever be in my heart, and I know that when it comes time, I'll be able to see them again.
R.I.P Ruby, You were my best friend and my cuddle buddy. I Love You Dearly, and You be good up in heaven baby.
To Scooby, You were there for me when I thought times were hard. I miss you all the time to girly and I hope your okay. All my love!
Have a great day. Thanks for reading!
A Song Birds Tune
It started out as an innocent day at the animal shelter, we were bored and so I asked my parents if we could go to the shelter and look at dogs. I never thought that day we would be taking one home. I was pumped, I love dogs I have my whole life. We walked around and the barks from dogs made it surreal. Could there be so many dogs? There were just as many cats as there was dogs. I would pet some of the cats and loved to hear them purring. As we walked through the sections of dogs, I would stare at some and I would fall in love with them. That's when I looked at Ruby and felt a connection to her, and that was it.
I begged my mom and dad to get her. The way she looked with dark reddish fur, and the cutest white nose ever. I had to have her. I remember my mom telling me that we were just looking, but after 2 or 3 aisles of dogs, she finally said yes. I was so excited that day. We took her home and it changed my life. I would always be around her. Took her outside and made her play house with me. It was an amazing time.
Around that same time we went back again and went looking for a playmate for Ruby. It wasn't me that found her this time, it was my mom. Walking through the aisles, we came across a dog sitting. It was strange because all the other one's were close to the gate and barking to get your attention. She was calm, and looked into my moms eyes and had that cheesy look. I will always remember that.
We got Snoopy, who later we named Scooby. Ruby and her got along, and it finally felt like it was great. I paid more attention to Ruby than I did with Scooby. We would lay and read books together while she licked my face. She was a really good dog to me, and I will never forget her. I remember that day exactly on the spot. I remember waking up right next to her and getting ready for school that day. I gave her a kiss on the head, and told her to be a good girl. When I got home... everything changed.
That same day, I was excited to go home and see my girl. I remember opening the door and my mom was sitting at the dinner table with the phone and a Kleenex. Herr puffy red eyes made me question her. She calmly told me to sit down and take a deep breath. As I began to tear up, she told me that we had to put Ruby to rest. The previous owners before us, didn't really take good care of her.
She was an old dog, she had her years. You could tell her age by her white spots on her fur. I dreaded that day. I had a couple more days with her, so I wasn't going to let any time fly by. I spent from the time I woke up, to the time after school to the time I went to bed.
The dreadful day came, I remember it clearly. We woke up and got ready to go to the same shelter we got her. I sat in the back seat and made sure I held onto her. When we got there, the doctor came and made sure that we said our final goodbyes. My mom didn't want me to hear anything going on, so I held onto Ruby, and told her how much I loved her. Tears and all, I let her go. The doctor told me that he would make sure she didn't feel a thing. I began to cry even more, as we began walking towards the door, I looked back at her. She looked back at me and I swear to this day I saw a tear come from her eyes. We walked out of the shelter and walked to the car. I was quiet the whole ride home. That's the last thing I remember of my baby.
And even though we didn't get to spend a whole lot of time together, she was my favorite dog and she always will be. R.I.P Ruby, you are loved and missed.
As time moved on, it seemed to me like I didn't want to be around Scooby as much because it reminded me so much of Ruby. Scooby was definitely special though, she was a Canaan, a special breed from Israel.I spent a lot of time with her especially after I lost Ruby. She became my best friend, the one I could talk to and just rub her head and she would always fall asleep on me.
When we moved to North Carolina my dad made her a dog pen out in the back of the house. She had a dog house and we even got her a dog pool for when it was really hot outside. I was in charge of taking care of her. At first, I didn't want to. I didn't want to become so close to her especially after what happened to Ruby. But she became close to me. In the morning, I would wake up extra early and make sure she got a full bowl of food, I would go out after school everyday and pick up after her and make sure she had cold water in her water bowl and her pool. I'd take her on walks down the street to make sure she didn't stay cooped up in the dog pen.
I spent a lot of time with her, it was amazing how close we got. I remember a couple of funny times we shared. Like, one day we were working on lawn work ( mowing, raking, weeding, etc.) at the end of the day when we all went inside we heard Scooby barking. My dad went out to investigate his weapon of choice a broom. As he got closer we heard him yell " OH S***, it's a snake." Exact words he said and we all freaked out. It was big and black and it was heading straight for Scooby's pool of cold water. Scooby wouldn't have it and she defended the pool and was growling and trying to scare the snake away. When my dad got out there he pushed the broom handle towards the snake and pushed it back out of the hole it came out of. He came back in after making sure she was okay and we didn't see that snake again. Thank goodness.
Another time was when my mom and I woke up one morning to take the clothes and hang them up on the clothes hanger we had right next to Scooby's pen. When I opened the blind to the screen door to see if she was awake I saw 3 young deers not to far from her pen. Eating grass and not paying attention to her, it was quite comical actually. Scooby didn't move at all, she was in one stance and that was attack mode. We watched them quietly and made sure that we got a full show. One of the deer noticed Scooby watching them and to be funny came close up to her pen. Scooby attacked the metal trying to get the deer, and they ran back into the woods.
One day we came home from school and my dad was home early. He worked at Lowes at the time so he was gone most of the days. We got in and my mom and dad asked us to sit down on the couch. I knew it was gonna be bad news. About 30 minutes later, I found out that we were moving, and my dad was fired from Lowes. That hit me the worst. We talked about how we were going to live with my grandpa in Iowa and we couldn't take Scooby because my grandpa had a dog and they didn't know if they were going to get along. So like with Ruby, I spent as much time with Scooby. I even had pictures taken of me holding her like a baby in my arms.
We took her to a No Kill Shelter, because in North Carolina they didn't have very many. I remember the day before taking a few strands of her hair and putting it in a locket to make sure I could remember her forever. We took her into the shelter and the lady immediately took her from me and put her in the back. While she and my dad were talking, I asked to go back to see her one last time. Tears streaming down my face, the words choked when I spoke them. She said yes, and my brother and I went back. We heard her barking and whimpering clawing at the gate, I told her that everything was going to be okay. I told her how much I loved her and I stroked her head, I didn't want to let her go. My dad called for me and all I can remember is hearing her whimper and that's the last I saw of my best friend.
As the move was unexpected and unwanted, we packed our things and left out little house. I still remember everything that happened there, all the memories. I miss it sometimes when things are rough. I remember asking my dad all the time to call and see if she was okay. The lady who owned the shelter fell in love with Scooby and wanted to adopt her. But this elderly lady fell in love with Scooby and took her home. I guess the lady passed away and left Scooby in her will. Her ex husband came and took her to where she was being put to rest, and while on the way. Scooby impressed the man so much that he decided to keep her instead of putting her in a shelter. When I heard that story, I was so relieved to hear that she was okay and in a good place. She has her own room in the mansion the lady lived in, and an even bigger pool to play in ( It's a lake..)
I know it's very hard to give your best friend away, or put them to sleep. At least for me, that's the biggest pain I've ever had to endure in my life. But the pain goes away when I understand why they had to leave. They had a higher calling, not only to make our life better, but to make someone else's life even better. I'll never forget Ruby nor Scooby. They will forever be in my heart, and I know that when it comes time, I'll be able to see them again.
R.I.P Ruby, You were my best friend and my cuddle buddy. I Love You Dearly, and You be good up in heaven baby.
To Scooby, You were there for me when I thought times were hard. I miss you all the time to girly and I hope your okay. All my love!
Have a great day. Thanks for reading!
A Song Birds Tune
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Feeling Accomplished..
One of my New Years Resolutions, is to start writing in my journal again. For a while I didn't write and it was kind of horrible. You know, life gets involved and it takes over. Well that's what happened. I would start to write in an entry, and then next thing I know I don't want to finish.
Yesterday, it seemed like after everything that went on. I finally had something to write about. I actually figured out everything I needed to do and got it accomplished. I wrote a list, and made sure everything I accomplished was complete. It feels amazing when you know you haven't wasted a day.
I used to do that all the time, wasting my days. Watching T.V or on the internet for most of the day, very rarely do I take naps. I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to waste a day when there are plenty of things for me to do. That's why I hope that this year will be different. I can take care of what's most important to me like taking care of the house, cooking, getting a job and bringing home money, making my boyfriend happy while he does the same for me.
I'm finally realizing that life doesn't have to be bad. It just depends on how you look at the situation, and complete the task.
Have a great Tuesday! Thank you for the support
Song Bird
Yesterday, it seemed like after everything that went on. I finally had something to write about. I actually figured out everything I needed to do and got it accomplished. I wrote a list, and made sure everything I accomplished was complete. It feels amazing when you know you haven't wasted a day.
I used to do that all the time, wasting my days. Watching T.V or on the internet for most of the day, very rarely do I take naps. I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to waste a day when there are plenty of things for me to do. That's why I hope that this year will be different. I can take care of what's most important to me like taking care of the house, cooking, getting a job and bringing home money, making my boyfriend happy while he does the same for me.
I'm finally realizing that life doesn't have to be bad. It just depends on how you look at the situation, and complete the task.
Have a great Tuesday! Thank you for the support
Song Bird
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Quilting
My mom first introduced me into quilting when I was a young girl. I specifically remember because when we lived in North Carolina, she had a blanker that she was always working on. It even had it's own place on the rocking chair, where she would sit and quilt for hours on end.
Watching my mom quilt was fascinating, and I would beg her all the time to show me how to start one. Finally, after weeks of begging, we went to Wal- Mart and I was finally able to pick out a design I liked. My goal.. Making the blanket for a baby doll of mine. When I started it out I was focused, but like any other child at the time I lost interest. Then my mom was the one who pushed me.
I finished that quilt, and I still have it to this day. It's not for my dolls anymore, but I'm keeping it in a safe place. After creating that quilt, I thought to myself that I should wait till I'm really interested in it. I finally found my interest in quilting.
My mom made me a lighthouse quilt that I adore and care for very much. It took her 4 years to hand stitch it. I watched her when she would quilt the different pieces. So much love and care is in that blanket. I love you mom.
Recently, I decided that I was going to start quilting as a hobby, just like my mom. Talking to my boyfriend, he agrees that it would be a great thing to do with my time. So now that it's a new year, I'm going to start quilting.
Right now, I'm working on a baby blanket for a family member. Hopefully it will turn out the way I'm hoping it does, with all the knowledge my mom gave me. So let's see how it turns out.
Quilting is a great thing to learn, not only does it teach you quality in your work but it teaches you that you can make something great that not only you will appreciate but the person you made it for.
Thank You For Reading. Have a wonderful day!
Song Birds Tune
Watching my mom quilt was fascinating, and I would beg her all the time to show me how to start one. Finally, after weeks of begging, we went to Wal- Mart and I was finally able to pick out a design I liked. My goal.. Making the blanket for a baby doll of mine. When I started it out I was focused, but like any other child at the time I lost interest. Then my mom was the one who pushed me.
I finished that quilt, and I still have it to this day. It's not for my dolls anymore, but I'm keeping it in a safe place. After creating that quilt, I thought to myself that I should wait till I'm really interested in it. I finally found my interest in quilting.
My mom made me a lighthouse quilt that I adore and care for very much. It took her 4 years to hand stitch it. I watched her when she would quilt the different pieces. So much love and care is in that blanket. I love you mom.
Recently, I decided that I was going to start quilting as a hobby, just like my mom. Talking to my boyfriend, he agrees that it would be a great thing to do with my time. So now that it's a new year, I'm going to start quilting.
Right now, I'm working on a baby blanket for a family member. Hopefully it will turn out the way I'm hoping it does, with all the knowledge my mom gave me. So let's see how it turns out.
Quilting is a great thing to learn, not only does it teach you quality in your work but it teaches you that you can make something great that not only you will appreciate but the person you made it for.
Thank You For Reading. Have a wonderful day!
Song Birds Tune
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