Posts Tagged 'family'

Group Texting

My parents recently re-vamped their front garden. My brother, Bob (aka Robert) and I were there for the first part, but my Dad sent us a group text of the finished garden. For some completely unknown reason, he included my Mom in the group as well.

mass text

 

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Mother’s Day Planning

Mother's Day Planning

Gram is “just fine!”

When ever I call my Gram (or my parents call her) and I ask how she is, she always (ALWAYS) says, “Well, better.” As if to imply that she has been ill. She started this around the time my parents switched from inviting her to dinner 6 nights a week to 3ish. She’ll elaborate by explaining that she doesn’t know what to do with all the sticks she collected from her yard (she keeps them in the garage) or her house is dirty (she literally sweeps dirt under the rugs) or her car is broken (the dash is lit up like a Christmas tree and she refuses to have it looked at). None of which have anything to do with health or well being.

This was not the case when I talked to her yesterday.

GramIsFine

Nationality Math with Mom

Please remember. She teaches math to children.

Nationaility Math with Mom

Jingle Shell picture frame

I found this picture of my Gramma and Great Gramma after my Grandpa died. It’s one of my favorite pictures of them because it’s exactly how I remember them- smiling and happy and in the kitchen of the condo (where we lived when I was very little). It makes me think of going to Great Gramma’s in the summer so Dad could mow her lawn, only to find that she had already done it. Running around her back yard on Easter and shrieking at ear wigs. Summer cookouts at my Grandparents. That time my Great Gramma gave me hot mustard. Making play dough spaghetti at the table when Dad got home from work. When my parents had the kitchen tiled and we got to eat in the living room!

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But (obviously) this frame is a little worse for the wear. It’s tarnished and held together with elastics. I used to keep the picture out on a shelf, but it kept falling off and busting open. It needed a new frame. I got a cheap frame from Walmart, one that the back would definitely stay on. And on Easter, I collected jingle shells from one of my favorite beaches.

Jingle shells are these fragile, translucent shells that absolutely litter Little Harbor. Growing up, my Dad said they’re called jingle shells because if you fill your hands with them and shake them around they make a jingling noise. But he also made up a lot of names for things (a story for another day) so a Wikipedia search was in order. Turns out, jingle shells are an acceptable, and widely known name for them.

I got my shells, frame, and glue gun together and put a piece of paper down so I wouldn’t get glue all over my desk. Again.

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I decided to go with hot glue instead of E-6000 because it dries quickly and I wouldn’t have to worry about the shells sliding around (as I learned from my Glass Jar Upcycle project).

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It didn’t take long to cover the frame.

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And once I added a hook, I could add it to my wall!

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That’s my Gramma’s retirement announcement on the left, a baby picture of my Mom below, and a mini whale poster from my cousin in the bottom right. I keep my strong ladies in view of my work area :)

Do you have any craft projects going on? A wall devoted to the strong women in your family? Baby pictures of your Mom on display? I want to know about it!

Finance Committee Meeting

Finance meeting

Bath Bombs

Bath Bombs


Kerry. 29. Central Mass. Maker. Fan of all things bright. Click to learn more!

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There is supposed to be a picture here.

Look, it's my mom! She's waving.


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