Mothers Day #28

I have had 28 Mothers Days. My Mom has had 55 (before you do the math, I have an older brother).

Every year just seems to get sweeter and sweeter. I’m not sure if life gets better or the older I get the more sensitive I get. 

My daughter came to spend the weekend. I always look forward to that. She will come home again next weekend to celebrate my birthday. We got Mexican take out on Saturday night and then went for a walk in the neighborhood. On the way back from our walk, I stopped by an abandon house that was grown up with weeds. The yard was trimmed in knockout roses. I stole a few cuts to add to my table. I also had little Mothers Day pot holders for the moms in the family just for fun.

It was a good Sunday. We have been having drive through church services since the stay home order, but this Sunday we were back inside as usual. 

I am not sure if this was actually allowed in this phase of the pandemic but everyone kept their distance and plenty of hand sanitizer was available.

It was a good Sunday service as we celebrated the Moms.

Since we could not take mom out for Mothers Day, I decided to cook instead. I have been up since 7:00 this morning. I had 10 pounds of potatoes to peel and 38 chicken legs to skin for dinner (Chicken legs are about all we could find as the stores were low on meat). We also had macaroni and cheese and green beens. It was nice to see all of us together again and I think that made mom the most happy. 

My Mothers Day gift from my daughter was a gift certificate for a candle making class and a new shirt.

I love being a Mom and think I have the best daughter ever!

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! 

Whittle a Little

I remember back when I was about twelve years old, my daddy gave me a pocket knife. Ever since then, I have always liked pocket knives. I remember it had about a 2 inch blade, a pearl handle and his company name down the side. There was a little beaded chain at the end so you could hang it from your key ring. I played with that little knife a lot. I used to find sticks and sit and whittle them into arrows. I would also find gigantic acorns and hollow out the inside and make beads. Through the years, daddy would give me a pocket knife. I wish I still had them.

I have a few pocket knives that Nick actually found on the road during his walks. My favorite is a little pink one. 

Speaking of walking, I told Nick during our walk the other day that I was looking for a stick so I could attempt to carve a crochet hook.

Nick thought I was crazy and said, “we can’t afford a hospital visit to get a finger sewn back on”. He wasn’t even aware that I liked to whittle. I reminded him that if I have the idea in my head, I was gonna make it happen. So I picked up a few sticks from the base of a maple tree and carried them home. 

I went outside on a beautiful sunny day and began to whittle a little. After a couple wasted sticks and an hour of chiseling and carving, I had created my very own hand crafted crochet hook. My fingers were sore and blistered. I felt pretty proud of myself. I gave it couple more days for my fingers to rest then made another one. The 2nd one was a little bigger and easier to carve. 

I had to try it out so I crocheted a little mug rug for a test run. 

It worked good but was a little rough gliding through the stitches. It needs to be smoothed out a little more and some adjustments need to be made so it will be more comfortable with my grip.

I may just leave them as they are and put them away. I accomplished what I wanted to do and that satisfies me. 

What do you think? 

Have you ever carved or whittled anything?