Phebe's Bedding

It took me days and days to sew these pretties together. There was alot of muscle spasms and panic that the 1 yard of each fabric wouldn't stretch to accomplish all that my baby - Molly Brianna - wanted. But, with near 3 yards of thread and about a half a yard of fabric left over? I finished  ....

The Five Fabric Ruffled Crib Skirt ....

The Pretty Green and Quilted Bumper Pads ...

And the awesome Dragonfly Crib Quilt ...

I arrived on March 9th for a (what I thought was) due date on the 17th. Turns out the due date is the 27th. Today. And in sadness I will have to head west, to home - tomorrow the 28th. It's been a very busy and productive time. And I thank God for video conferencing, because it looks like that will be the way I meet my new granddaughter - Phebe Grace Makhaira. I love her already as she is my baby's baby. 

I have enjoyed my time helping Molly get ready and look forward to the day (hopefully in the not-to-distant future) when I get to hold Phebe and kiss her dear sweet face. 

Purple Haze ...

I saved this really huge sweater. 100% Wool. Double knitted.When I felted it? The 'material' ended up being near a 1/2 inch thick. So to that I added 1/2 inch foam and a fleece lining. I hand stitched the 'front' and 'back' together and stitched the shoulder strap from the sleeves by hand. Sara's camera bag inspired me to make a safe carrying bag for the Purple Haze .... my new HP Pavilion g6. *Love*

It has pockets on both sides for cords, my iPod, my camera and my phone. 

 And a fabulous padded lining to protect it! 

Total cost? Hmmm. A dollar for the sweater. .25 cents for the lining. Another 1.00 for the foam.

 Not bad for a 2.25 cent investment. 

A Life Nomadic

Off-grid. Outside. of comfort zones and walls. The what's. The if's. The maybes.
Possibilities run endless and energy wanes. But. forward motion equals success.

The aspect that is missing right now is discipline. Doing what needs to be done.
Doing it WHEN it needs to be done. And doing that thing to the best of my abilities.

i try to imagine. The motion of moving cross state lines. Carrying my wares. Stopping along
the way in craft shows and fairs to promote my product. I can imagine it. A sweet little pick-up
truck with a camper on the back. And maybe even a trailer to pull. A tiny house parked under the
stars down South where the land is sandy and flat. Home base.

And grandsons to hike and camp and fish with. Oh my heavens. I can buy me my very own fishing pole. And maybe a bow of some sort. And I can have my own tackle box. And I'll show Luke how to bait a hook, and I'll show Logan how to build a fire and when Isaac and Riker are old enough? I'll take them, too. We'll discover the stars together and we'll use a GPS and a Smart Phone to identify the constellations!

I've traveled from one place to another. Following my heart. And my heart cries out to be exactly where God wants me to be. Exactly how long he wants me here. Or there. And I should be doing what he puts on my heart to do. And praying, relying on, and reading the Word is like breath for me. It feeds my soul and my Spirit rejoices within me. And that joy is my strength.

This journey. It is long. Arduous. Painful. Wonderful. Exciting. Terrifying. Miraculous. I know that in the near future, I will gather all of those writings. Those words scribbled on scraps of paper and in notebooks and journals, and I will put them to order. And I'll fill in the blanks. And I'll share this tale of the Life Nomadic. And you'll be amazed. At the joy. The fire. The anger and the angst. And most of all the love that has run through like a mountain stream in spring.