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Lessons from our “on-site grandparenting” weekend.

We all are surviving the new experiences and learning a lot. WordPress is rejecting my photo’s this morning. When I finally got them uploaded the captions only show if you hold your mouse over them.

No time for sewing, cleaning, cooking or writing as our schedules are in absolute chaos but Hey, that’s okay. We don’t get to do this but 1-2 times per year. So here’s an update on our experiences (all of our experiences).

Omaw and Opaws’ lessons for the weekend:

  1. Take your vitamins and drink a lot of water, you are not as young as you used to be.
  2. Thank GOD for volume controls on the television remote.
  3. Passing out from exhaustion solves insomnia.
  4. Don’t forget the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs you just installed. Flipping over it could be painful in the middle of the night.
  5. Turn on the lights in the living room at 4 am or you might break your hip or ankles.
  6. After you feel the squish on the carpet, it is too late.Note to self.. Pick up more carpet shampoo, better yet remove carpet before next visit.

Granddaughter Learned and trained her Texas Grandparents with fervor:

  1. Opaw’s name is actually Paw-paw and they ALL must learn this immediately!
  2. Opaw’s are good at teaching you how to put on your shoes,nobody else does it RIGHT.
  3. Opaw’s have special auras and therefore are asked by granddaughters to  do only special things: like, accepting ALL the video’s I bring him no matter how many there are. He is obviously in charge of the TV. (smart kiddo:. She does this every night and is so pleased with herself with each delivery, to their rightful owner, that she is beside herself with giggles.)
  4. Omaw’s chair is “where it’s at” and the best seat in the house. It doesn’t matter where or what chair…just HER chair is where I must be.
  5. Omaw lets me watch Gaelig cartoons on her computer whenever I want . If I clap, she will sing me Gaelig songs and we can RUN… until she has to lay down in the floor from all the jumping around. When she does that … I must wait for her to recover before she can move again.
  6. The Bonnet song is more fun outside, I can really RUN with it there.
  7. The Bonnet song stops if you don’t watch it.
  8. Cold hands on Omaw’s tummy… makes Omaw scream.
  9. If Omaw puts something IN something… then my job is to remove it.
  10. No matter what, Omaw will “splain it” whatever it is.
  11. Scrambled eggs can be flung a full 5 feet from ones chair with very little effort. The secret is all in the wrist action.
  12. Food in the carpet is not a problem. Step on the food then pivot around and you can watch Omaw’s eyes roll back in her head and faint dead away.
  13. If there is screaming on the tele then… it is time for me to scream also.
  14.  ½ a gold fish will be sucked up by the vacuum. …A whole one will be spit across the room so I can go fetch it and eat it.
  15. Paw-paws don’t follow the rules of decorum. Paw-paws pick up baby girls no matter what. There is no need to walk if Paw-paw is in the room or with in earshot.
  16. The food on Paw-paws’ plate always tastes better than mine.
  17. Paw-paws  worry non-stop about choking hazards. They sneak up and remove things so fast I have whiplash from keeping an eye on him.
  18. Dirt is softer than grass and I really like to play in it just like Omaw and Mimi.
  19. Roses smell good. A whole one will fit in your mouth. Funny they don’t taste as good as they smell.
  20. Kitty’s have ways to escape me…for now.

The CAT’s weekend lessons: 20 year old diabetic cat only has a few defenses against  a 1 year old. He learned REAL fast.

  1. Lay very very still and maybe she won’t notice, . And
  2. Watch the child carefully above all… if there is a long handled spoon, or other protruding object in her hand run outside tut-sweet.
  3. Allowing Baby to put her feet on you is less painful than her fingers in your ears.
  4. Watch those feet, they do have a tendency to kick , listen for the squeal and MOVE quickly when you hear it.
  5. It does not matter if it’s cold outside, at least it’s quite and safe.
  6. Cats shed badly when under stress. I will be bald in 7 days

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Ready set go, how I do it at warp speed with the Gaelig

It’s 6 am ….and it has been one weird ol’ week. What with the stalkers and accidents…  and the cat whose eyes swelled shut and the other that hurt her leg AGAIN.

Luna pre car chasing phase

Hubby got a new job and Daughter is on her way with the grand babies so the next 7-10 days is going to be a wild ride! I have got to MOVE!

Here’s the music I listen to, while I’m going warp speed…

These are also connected to my Facebook sight.

Warning, don’t click if you are trying to relax!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdO-JqtDPTw&feature=related

I call it the Bonnet song

I don’t have time to be discouraged or overwhelmed! I just turn on that Julie Fowlis and GO! Can’t sit still listening to THAT can you?

Here is a place to just keep listening:

http://www.myspace.com/juliefowlis

Now which direction do I need to go while I’m dancing about?

I need to baby proof the house, clean the carpets, muck the Rose garden, Stock the pantry, Fight back the ironing sprawl, bath the cats, change the sheets and was all the slip covers…. YEAH, RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAH.

Note to self, Glass breaks,,,remove it.

I have found an actual FLAW in the Lady Iris Jean way of doing things this week. Grandbabies are new to this house and as I started the pr-cleaning prep … I had flash backs of Daughter at age 1 at Lady Iris Jean’s house. She was a holy terror. Thankfully she wasn’t a climber. My only hope is that this one isn’t either. THE Mimi was a stickler for cleanliness and order just like I am BUT, ..Daughter lives with 3 dogs and a Marine and a one year old. I mean so really…how clean do I need to go here?

Note to self remove the antique lamp and table.. Maybe I should just have them sleep in the garage? No, the cats sleep in there and they would be upset. I’ll figure it out somehow.

There will be crumbs, juice, spit, drool, spills and the occasional bodily fluid all over the place by the end of the 1st day. Put a woooooow on that there clean machine honey! Whites…thank god for bleach huh’ Mom?

At least I have a home carpet cleaner and you didn’t!

We have a saying in our family: “Is it clean or is it Mimi clean?”

Uhmmm, I think we are going to just have a plain clean.

Hubby and I have people over every Sunday and he got really exasperated this last week. He said ,” These people aren’t your mother and they won’t notice that dirty place on the sugar container just turn it over. Besides, she probably wouldn’t have noticed it either.”

Lay Iris Jean

Me: “ Yeah, you are probably right about the group and No mom wouldn’t say anything, we’d just find her in here cleaning it and she’d say “I’m just helping you, this looks like it’s hard to clean and I don’t mind, where do you keep your bleach?”.

Umm, yeah. Not going to happen this week I’m afraid.

So the list just got smaller. I figure the spring-cleaning will commence the day they LEAVE.  Baby and Daughter have been cooped up in a cold wet house for months and while it is wet here, at least it’s 70-80 everyday. We can all go play in the yard. Mark off another chore AND add baby proof the yard.

So that leaves (no pun intended), …a do – able list of fill the pantry, and baby proofing the universe as I know it…Yeah, maybe I can sew on… like Friday!

I found an old 1920-1930 baby romper pattern and whipped up 3 real fast. Heirlooming them, takes goobs and gobbs of time. I used lots of Swiss embroidery and insertion and oodles of lace. (Like about 5 yards of this amazing French edging (just on one little hiney! and 1-2 yards of the other stuff) I still have 1 to top stitch and 2 leg elastic weaving’s to do but I’m really pleased.What do ya think?

Ill be listening to this one for the hand work:

(The spinning songs)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fb8AVVlAltk&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-ofqNfH9No&feature=related

3 little bubble outfits from 1920-30's pattern

Here are the pics I tried to upload the other day when I thought I would have a coronary from this darn blog. Enjoy.

1920-30s pattern and fabric with frothy frothy lace

5 yards of French lace on a baby's bottom, PRICELESS!

Oh… and Dear Lubbock Auntie the one with the Lacey shoulders I made with you in mind. Kisses!

Lace, embroidery and ruffles with polkadots!

Swiss embroidery, swiss lace and roses, so lovely!

This week I’m sure I’ll be singing this one A LOT ( about a complaining daughter) I PLAN to teach the LICKY-NAY song to the Grand babies!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYDikGIRs2E&feature=fvwrel

Interested in Gaelic? the BBC is amazing in getting this to you and the kids!

Click here for Scottish and learn to play Peek a boo:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/alba/foghlam/

Or here to get the scoop on Irish Gaelig.

http://talkirish.com/games/

Both have Free lesson sites!

Like the music but don’t want to spend money (great for sewing to)

http://aolradio.slacker.com/?aolid=771

Click  INTERNATIONAL then Click CELTIC

Have a great week! Slan

My FAKE grandbabies playing in the sewing study. Yes I'm strange but it works for me. (And yes they have the Gaelig)

Visit my store sometime! http://www.etsy.com/shop/mackenzieprince

Web store coming soon, oh lord I am SOOO looking forward to THAT program…NOT.

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Laugh so hard you cry..it’s good for you.

A must read about police, giraffes, and children. This is PRICELESS

Photos/Words Stickers/Books

We are a gang of idiots and by we, I mean us, all of us, you and me and those people over there, yes, them.

That’s exactly why we have laws, because we are too damn stupid to control ourselves, we need parents to slap our wrists and remind us we are too damn stupid to control ourselves, lest we burn our hands on the hot flame of danger.

When I was pulled over this morning I immediately checked my speed, because I am very careful about how fast I go on highways. There was a time that I liked to drive incredibly fast in small sports cars that could drive incredibly fast. Not anymore. I am older and slower. My reflexes dulled by years of abuse of one sort or another.

There is a new law in my state. You can no longer text while driving. Again, because we…

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Utter Fail

What I was doing in the kitchen.

Well folks, believe it or not, I have been typing this blog in a blank square for over a year total time. No, I am not kidding. I have never had any type of  editing buttons and have been uploading pictures to the library on the dashboard the WHOLE time.

All I have ever had was a square in the middle of the page. My chest hurts and I’m a wee bit dizzy but…ya see….

I thought, because I’m a cheep-scape …, that you paid EXTRA for that little feature.

Uhmm, well. I was looking up something in the support pages and it said to click on the visual editor.

I DIDN”T HAVE ONE!

So I queried THAT and low and behold…

Hey did you know there is an entire toolbar with bullets and everything.

Well call me naked and slap my Momma. Who Knew?

OH -MY GOD… it is even suggesting tags for me…A little bizarre at first glance.

Electrician

Parkinson’s disease

HOBBIT…?

Put those all together and…never mind.

Ever have one of those days?

I worked on heirloom-ing little cloths all day and took some pictures when my eyes uncrossed and was going to up load…. Never mind.

For now, no more head shaking or planking…I’ll get to work on the blog this whole thing started as 2 hours ago….Later.

I'm going to bed, things are just not working out.

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Eye candy update

Check out the Fb page for a preview of things at the studio.

Heirloom lace skirt- for Missy S.


https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003201624999

When I die, I say just pile all that lace on top and leave me naked.
Remember the saying “She who dies with the biggest stach wins.”…???

Yeah, It’s like that.

Anyway

Grand-baby coming in a couple of weeks and this place is not baby proofed. Gotta get busy wrapping some things up and fast! I spent 2 hours removing antiques from the guest room this morning (things that little hands can demolish). Jeff is going through and rehanging things with SCREWS…he envisions her to be a spider monkey capable of scaling walls with suction-cup like fingers. Ha!

Have a great day and enjoy the eye candy!

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Excellent problems, it’s all about perspectives

Posting bum, here. But… I have been designing and pattern making and fabric selecting, sewing, ironing and writing.

Ironing spilling over into the study!

I HAVE TOO MUCH LIFE!
What an excellent problem! It’s really a luxury problem now isn’t it?
I am so very blessed.

I look at these and think "Wow, thank god I don't have to spin & weave this stuff" like my ancestors just 4 generations back!

I look at these and think "Wow, thank god I don't have to spin & weave this stuff" like my ancestors just 4 generations back!

Spring is almost here and so is faire season. Pictures coming for that in about a week, is my guess. Selling off all my old stock for Faire and going through them all has been interesting. I have lot’s of memories in those boxes . I still have people I met back then in my life. It was a wondrous time to remember, being just 40 and newly married to my soul mate. Living just for the day and the time when he would get home. Uhmmm, memories!

Well, Faire cloths never change! They are historic replication and it’s just not possible to change history. They are timeless. You know…Good quality fabric lasts for years . I still have my original Chemise and my daughters origin chemise for then. Washed and softened so beautifully. Practical, practical, practical.

Gaffed chemise now called smocking

Designing for “fun and pretty”, is challenging for me. This is a time of growing for me in so many ways. A time of reflection and adaptation to the world around me at my age where it comes to just about anything, clothing or fashion in particular. We are all a collective of experiences now aren’t we?

I’m the kind of person that thinks you should only have to buy cloths and tires once and they should last. Never the mall shopping gal when young, I always went for the classics.

Oh there was a time when I went very fashionista back in the 1987 and then again in 1992. The cloths were such beautiful styles and cost enough to require credit (which I knew better than to DO), and then, I had to watch them dwindle away in my closest. I have 3 classic suites that Lady Iris Jean and myself shopped for back then, out of about 7 that we bought. I can STILL wear them and get comments on them.

Classic wool suit now 25 years old

I don’t know if the “classics lean”, came from Lady Iris Jean or my practical Taurus personality. But it’s there and I am glad. So is my husband. I think his experience with paying shopping bills of his ex’s left him quiet relieved when he met me and noticed I had the old time tenants of :

1 – You get what you pay for and
2 – Quality over quantity always.
3 – Take care of your things and they last
4 – Be grateful for what has been given you and
5 – Pretty is as pretty does not as pretty wears

They sewed those cloths folks! That's 1952.

Mediating on it all I think it came from growing up with Grandmother Vi during the school breaks. No electricity, no air conditioner, hauling water and bathing in a trough in the kitchen or dressing room, lined up from cleanest child to dirtiest. Hmmm how about, using kerosene lamps and cleaning/trimming wicks and (my all time favorite) trekking to the outhouse in the middle of the night and removing the chickens so you could pee. My fathers side thought it atrocious. Mother was ashamed but WE thought it all great fun! Damned but KNOWBODY took a picture of the outhouse! What memories that brings!

I have only met one person in all my years that even talked about it all and had the same views. A 60 year old Colonel from Puerto Rico got deployed with me a couple a years ago. We had to live “rough” for 4 days, for several interesting reasons I shall not go into at this time. Our upbringing made us very “seasoned”. We both LOOKED rather delicate bu, we both of us ended up looking rather fantastic compared to our compatriots. Now this was in the 1960’s for me and him, not 1910 folks. The media magazine and movies are very glamorized. The statistics for 1942 in many rural areas of the USA show that only 15% had electricity or running house water.In the 1960’s it was still just 50%!

The camping rough is what the sporty folks do for a weekend or week at a time. Actually “living” that way…, well, it has a way of “growing you up” different. This man and I, who would never have been friends actually bonded. Shocking to say the least…. We were both operating and interacting in the old way. As only one raised in “it takes a village” theology can do.

Great Granmommy May at GM Vi's house

My dear hubby trained for his war and was left in swamps to survive for weeks, and weeks. He has a different seasoning. He left home at 14, and different “camping places” in the 1960’s and improvised hygiene in gas station bathrooms. It’s sort of the same type of planning and logistics to get all THAT done and get to work on time, now isn’t it. He is very proud of his “seasoning”. You have to have a work ethic, and some ingenuity and hudspa to live, survive and prosper like that. I think my favorite story he tells is of not having a car jack and rolling his truck up on a downed log to change a tire. I wouldn’t have though of that in a million years.

Color TV didn’t come to our home until 1972. Our 10 inch black and white was the family prize in 1968! And Grandmother not only did not have a phone until the late 1970’s but also didn’t have a color TV until the late 1980’s.

My mother made our cloths until I was 13 years old and she went to work. We got new cloths for birthdays, school and for Christmas. We got toys from relatives who lived in the city, or hand me down cloths and toys from neighbors.

An actual toy for a Birthday or Christmas? Why that just wouldn’t be practical now would it?

We got dolls and doll bed that mother and an uncle picked up from a second hand church bizarre and were repainted and re-clothed for Christmas when I was 5. When I was 6, I got a store bought Walking Betsy. She died 3 weeks later and I remember the discussion my parents had about the practicality of the money spent only to have my heart broken.

(Damned program says THOSE photo’s aren’t allowed due to a security risk? Well there had to be some computer issue now didn’t there!)

I remember how quiet is was at Grandmother’s house, and hearing Mrs Mackbeth coming over the cow catcher and down the road to knock on the door to tell us that Daddy had “rung up” at her house to check and make sure we had made it safely. The only sound we heard was what I thought was thunder for years. laying in be one night, hot with the cool night air billowing the curtains I again saw the flashes and the rumbles. It rolled over and asked Grandmother Vi why it rained every night at her house. She became very still, “Honey, that’s the boys at Fort Hood. It’s called artillery practice.” That was 10-15 miles east of her place, it was on the land that used to hold our family safe from 1858-1942. I remember her stillness. I understand now.

A REAL old problem, How to get the mule to keep moving to grind stuff!

I can’t really think of any place THAT quite since that time. Even when we pack it in or “biv-wack” in the wilderness, the sounds of the forest are so loud and are really all I hear. We only see maybe 3 people in a weeks time, and it’s not the same calm quiet like living far off on a farm even now.

120 miles in looking at a Million acres of Peace

We lived on a farm when we got married surrounded by goats, cows, chickens and lots of horses and cats and dogs. It was a huge place, with 3 houses full of people who worked the place. There were hired folks coming in by the droves to work, vets to check animals, sales folk to sell stuff…. Late at night, it was quiet but never during any day of the week or on the weekend.

Oh did I mention wild Turkeys outside the windows?

No, that quiet is gone. I think the only place that I have seen it written about or described is in the book Harder than Hardscrabble: Oral Recollections of the Farming Life from the Edge of the Texas Hill Country (Clifton and Shirley Caldwell Texas Heritage Series)

I read it because my family is in it, including pictures. But there is a place in it were it talks about the lose of actual sounds. Ahhh, Sounds that will never be heard again. I think that quiet sound I am talking about is like that what he describes,… things change. Lady Iris Jean grew up hearing a trendle sewing machine at work. I grew up with the sound of a Singer buzz. My little work shop has the hammer sound of a serger or the hum of a fancy German piece of work!

All that's left of the trendle machine

A hum or a hammer, depends on what I want to do! Luxury problem.

Yes, we have luxury problems these days. Problems like, the dogs are in our yard pooing again and eating the daisies, and the cable company is thinking of not carrying our favorite station…. OMG well THAT just needs a petition!.

Or my cell phone wont’ hold a charge, I’m going down to that phone store right now and making them fix this or else! Or how about we forgot to pick up batteries for the remote control and one of us must get up, walk to the TV and change the channel! Urgh, it’s just AWFUL and we are so put upon!

No, seasoned folks don’t think that way ….much. We laugh, find another way, don’t plant daisies in the front yard, put in a movie instead, and have a cup of tea with the water from the microwave! Ha! Never daunted much, I just pick up a piece of hand work or a pad and paper and get busy.

Pink 1930s sketch

Butterfly pocket hand work

New modren meets Old Battenburg! now how to incorporate that , what an excellent diversion!

I am a bit lazy compared to the last 5 years of go-go-go, but I am enjoying it. It is hard to slow back down without coming to a complete stop. It is an adjustment that I am sure my soul has needed. And it means change in pretty much all areas. To somehow piece my practical side into a whimsical side just for the fun of something is…
Uncomfortable. Oh, poor me!

Yes, life and luxury problems are remarkable and our current perceptions are astounding. So much LIFE! So many options, and not enough time in a day to write a blog about it all. How silly.

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