Of grandsons and jeans and hurricanes

Just dumped on the table, there doesn't seem to be much sewing, but he had five pairs!

 

Our grandson Lane, came for a visit last Friday. You know what they say, "They only come when they want something"? Well, it's sort of true. He gave me a hug, after informing me that he needed some jeans hemmed. Sure. Not a problem.

Let's see, clean and thread the machine, put in a new, extra-heavy duty universal needle (twice), replace the rotary cutter blade or at the very least sharpen it, spend 45 minutes cutting and sewing new jeans. He's a working man now, so he needs to dress a little better than he did for hanging around the house. Every change seems to affect me somehow.

I'm kidding, of course. Having them over is a joy. Not that I spent much time with him or Adam or Rory. They were all outside helping Richard set up the greenhouse. A project started out for me, but Richard can't do anything in a normal fashion. We need, at most, a 10 X 10 space. The old greenhouse has an 18' width, so okay 10 X 18. Of course, my country boy is making it 18' X 20'. Almost four times larger than my original request. I'll let him figure out the heat/water and whatever else it may need.

Why a greenhouse? Mornings are dipping to 45 degrees. Afternoons can be a warm as 80 degrees. I learned last year that succulents and other pretty plants can't take extreme changes in temperature. And those babies were expensive. All I had to do was put the idea of a hothouse in hubby's head. Don't you know he ran with it. I love that man!

In other news, we had a little, tiny catastrophe here. A tree fell during one of the hurricanes. (There have been so many, but I think it was Delta.) That it fell was not a problem. No, the real problem was that it fell on top of several of my favorite pots! The plants survived. The pots did not. So I have no choice but to replant them in a container of some fashion. Then off they will go to the new/old greenhouse. New because it was just put up. Old because the metal ribs are about the only thing left from when we owned the nursery. The country boy saved the metal ribs, so here we are with a fancy greenhouse, lots of plants, and no pots.

Grands and more grands

It's a big Friday evening and we have three of the grandchildren; two are sleeping over.  We've had supper, played Tag, kissed several boo-boos and are about to have to pick up lots of ribbon and bows. The business of playing Tag in the house is a rarity, but we had great fun.  

Most of the space hogging, toe-stubbing furniture is still out, so there's lots of room for chasing each other.  Marley is fast, but she can't take sharp turns and kept rolling herself...hence the boo-boos.  After one band-aid and a set of fake tears that her Poppa fell for--and got tagged as a result--we were so out of breathe that we were forced to stop.

 
 Dusti has asked to go through the bow and belt box.  I have an entire box left over from a few Christmases ago, and I'm very sure that I'm not going to make another craft fair any time in the near future.  It's just to difficult to teach, craft and sell.  In fact, I've not been able to craft at all.  It's much too difficult to find time for quilting, let alone adding in some time for extra fun.

So, I've decided to let the girls go at the pretty ribbons.  Dusti got first choice since she is the one who started the whole thing. Marley happened to be in the right place at exactly the right moment.  That leaves Alayna, Jolie, Caki and Sophie.  Alayna does not bother with bows, and Jolie will no doubt wear a few of the 12 or so that Dusti snagged.  That means I really need to pick out a few and send them to the other cutie-pies.  They wear bows to mass and for special occasions, so a box of bows may cause a bit of excitement. 

Thinking about it has me excited about brightening their day!  I think I'll try to get to that box tomorrow so that Richard can mail it on Monday.  I'll let you know how it goes.

The only grandchild left out is Lane, who turned down both ribbon belts and hair-bows.  He did, however, score a couple of caps and a Spongebob teeshirt from his Uncle Adam. Check out his reaction to my offer of a hairbow.

He's a pretty big boy and takes teasing in stride.  Just like his daddy, calm and laid-back, this is about as  riled as he gets.