I loved my red wellies and cannot say they will not be missed.
This past summer, however, did them in.
It was a time filled with ceremonies and sickness,
lessons and licenses,
college prep and car shopping,
applications, apartments, and new jobs all around.
Some was good and some was bad and some was downright exhausting.
One constant through it all was the summer necessity of yard work.
I won't say it wasn't a welcome escape.
A tired body is much preferred to a tired mind, or at least I have come to believe it to be so.
My dear departed wellies may beg to differ of course....
Up at my parents house one day I searched out some old photos from a time when my obligations and responsibilities were at a minimum. This one was taken in front of my grandparents house in Wyoming. I see the inspiration for my current love of both red and gingham in my outfit and I wonder who it was that selected my clothing back then.
It could have been me although I doubt it as I was no more than four years old at the time. This was the same house in which my grandmother, Doris Emily Clark, painted the set of seasonal pictures I now display. She was always up to some sort of creative project so it could very well be that she made the my dress. Gingham would have been fairly easy to acquire and the red tights readily available through the Montgomery Ward's catalog.
Another photo revealed a Christmas gift I had totally forgotten,
my first sewing machine!
The "cuppa" mugs scattered across the table, however, I actually did remember....
...so fondly in fact that I nearly tripped over myself at the thrift store several years ago while trying to nab this one for myself.
Of course the sewing bug has hung on through the years.
Funny how things change and yet stay the same at the same time isn't it?
Kids become adults and yet will always be your children.
Grass, although possibly greener in your neighbor's yard, continues grow and need attention.
And, for me at least, the act of putting needle to cloth will always make happiness bloom.