Found this group of fabric samples at the thrift store. Not sure exactly how I'll incorporate them into a project but I loved the colors and how kitschy the motif is! Suggestions? <!-- ckey="5E77DA4E" -->
It's arrived. No, not Christmas. Fall. The season I have been waiting for for almost a year. J. left for training and deployment in the fall of last year. I have always thought that I would feel "over the hump" of this deployment when Summer was over, and the chaos that Fall brings filled up my calendar once again.
Hence, the banner change. E. and I spent an afternoon this weekend counting and collecting (and dumping) acorns; it seemed like a fitting tribute to this milestone.
That was a good afternoon.
*Bloglines users: apologies in advance if tweaking the banner causes duplicate posts.
Army wives are well-trained: don't bother your deployed husband with your (circle one) depressing/sad/emotional/upsetting news/stories/feelings. I have done my best to abide by all the unwritten rules governing Army wives. But I slipped a little when he called. Okay, I poured my heart out. I told him about Paula, who gets a short email from her hubby every day - unless there is a "comm blackout" ("communication blackout" - when soldiers aren't allowed to contact family). Such blackouts only occur when someone has died, to avoid rumors getting back to wives before the chaplain can. When she doesn't get an email, its like a silent bell; the worst part is, she has to wait 24-48 hours to find out that the bad news isn't hers, and it drives her crazy. I told him our friend Erin, who only knows two deployed soldiers, found out some bad news the other day. She's still in disbelief, I think. I told him these past two weeks had been rough - and then I started crying. Army guilt set in. Bad Army wife. No crying to deployed husbands! I wanted to hold it in, but I couldn't. How do you not confide in your best friend? He was sympathetic, and said (with no prompting) "I miss you terribly right now." It was the first time he's said something so heartfelt in a long while. It was a bit of a relief to hear apathy hadn't iced over him, as it does with so many soldiers.
He asked if I got my package for E. At the time I hadn't. But shortly after we got off the phone, I opened my door and found this!
Just seeing his sloppy handwriting was comforting. Inside was the traditional Kurdish/Peshmerga uniform that one of the Iraqi batallions gave him (I think they were inspired by MC Hammer):
And E's gift - a bootleg collection of "100 Disney Movie" (100 doesn't have to be plural). She's going to love them! My Darling Doofus did not include a card or a note (writing any sort of sentiment is stressful for him). So I will be keeping the box as my token.
While running an errand later, I noticed a rainbow had appeared over our little village of a town. I was instantly comforted by the reminder that God's hand is over my sky - the same sky that J. and all of our soldiers sleep under.
My friend Ginger just had her "miracle baby boy," Little J. She and hubby call him Their Miracle because he is a premie - both Mommy and Baby had a very close call during delivery. I am so thankful that both are alive and on the mend.
Ginger complained about everything male being trucks and puppies; I snatched up this flannel as soon as I found it. It came out quite nicely. I machine-quilted quirky swirls to keep the layers in place.
In other (good) news: J. called today. Will update later!
To post on your fridge...or your office, or nightstand, or wherever (mine is on the fridge; it's there, in part, to remind me Whose he really is). It's included here as a pdf for print, or in html in case you can't open it.
This came in the mail today. My friend Lacey needed a new blog banner; I was looking for a knit belt in "winter white" for E. Problem solved! Isn't it pretty? She even sent along this little ball of yarn to thread around my toddler-sized d-rings (not easily available in Lacey's current home of Korea). But I couldn't figure out how I was going to thread the yarn, so I used embroidery thread instead. Thank you, Lacey!
This morning I went to my new Bible study at PWOC, located at the main chapel on post. As I walked in, I noticed that there were several soldiers lined up, apparently "practicing" for something. I wondered, is there a memorial today? Military funerals and memorials are rehearsed to precision. That thought alone made me sad. That this is a part of our daily lives - memorials for young men and women.
After worship, before moving on to our class, one of the leaders mentioned that we would need to finish timely. There was to be a memorial for a soldier in our chapel that afternoon. Ah, I thought. So we did lose another one. So. So. Sad.
A friend paid me to make this bag for her niece, who had admired Auntie's booty bag. Her niece had outgrown these Gap pants (camo is everywhere this season!); I paired them with a pretty pale dotted purple fabric.
Charm is in the details: I used d-rings and added a contrasting fabric tag behind them, and I included a matching gift card.
And, finally, a couple obligatory pics of E., who loves to carry bags when given a chance. She had fun posing for pics; I think she fancies herself a budding model (I promise I didn't tell her how to stand - she'd never listen anyway).
I've introduced you to my Air Force friends Emily (see Sew Domestic #2 post below) and Sarah (2nd picture, far left). Their husbands know Maj. Jill Metzger. She has gone missing. I can't imagine how ill and nervous her family must be right now. Please pray for their peace. But even more, pray for hers.
She's been FOUND! I want to cry for her family, I'm so happy. It's not often that these kind of stories have happy endings. Click for Full Story