Her name is Susan. She's been living with my mom the past 25 years or so. Before that, she was mine. The past 3 three years my mom took great delight in displaying her right outside her apartment door. The doll stood on a table and all the young grandkids coming to visit their grandparents loved coming to visit at my mom's place. Mom's friends who sewed loved making outfits for Susie. I have 3 bags filled with outfits for all the seasons. If it would just stop snowing outside we could get her into something a little more spring like.
In the meantime, she sits keeping watch, and freaking Crosby out, whenever she slides a bit, or leans over accidentally. I'm afraid my nieces are too old for Susan to go down a generation. I'm waiting for the right girl, the right treasure keeper, the right moment to be able to find Susie a new home. For now we wait…
Thank you to all who snail mail warm wishes, gifts, and messages my way. I am fairly close to having my thank you's all done!
Still sorting. You never know what I may find hidden amongst mom's things.
This last treasure I found is another one made over 40 years ago by my mom. The wink pretty much says it all.
I'm riding the wave right now of a lull in an otherwise busy schedule. Our weekends have been hockey free for a bit. We find ourselves enjoying being anchored at home, with the rare treat of starting and finishing projects.
The hockey gear has all been cleaned. In fact, so has the washing machine, an dryer. The seals, the dispensers, the doors, the knobs, all de-gunked and any traces of mold bleached into oblivion. The floors are scrubbed, vacuumed and dog-hair free. The… well you get the idea. I marvel at how long I was truly knocked down and out of commission… months. But I never mentally tried to keep track.
Instead, I've learned a long time ago to have a "done," list. And instead of crossing things off the never-ending "to do" list, I happily sit down and make out a "what I got done list" for the day. I'm happy to say they've grown long! And I never thought a long list of chores that I've completed would ever bring such fulfillment, but they do.