September 19, 2014


I thought maybe I'd write a blog post since right at this moment I'm stuck between laundry loads and waiting for the kiln to cool down so I can clean yesterday's beads and you're probably wondering why it isn't cooled down already from yesterday's beads and that is because SEC football on a Thursday night will interrupt your flow and make you forget necessary things in your jobby job like starting the down cycle on your kiln before shutting down for the day and aren't you excited that I have not lost my ability to write super long run on sentences that should end with a question mark but don't.

And now the cursor is blinking and my mind is blank.  I'll try again later when I feel less like someone hit me with a beer bottle after pouring it down my throat ( times 6 ).  So far Friday is just Thursday night still hanging around.

Just so this isn't a complete waste of your reading time, how about a little happy~


September 14, 2014

Saturday: (n) The day of the week set aside for the celebration and watching of college football games, specifically that of the Alabama Crimson Tide.

Scott found these awesome jello molds at Publix,
so I found an empty shelf in my fridge and made some party favors
for the Bama Shack Crew.

I'm me, so of course while putting the second tray in I tipped it right on over
and coated everything under the middle shelf in juicy red goodness~
all the way down to the very bottom.

Bright side?
My 3 week old brand new Fridge got super cleaned
even though it is only 3 weeks old.
And brand new.

Good times, y'all~
I have me some.

(They were delicious!)

My latest cross~
for my mom.
Because there has never been a better one.
(mom, that is)

It is my favorite so far.
She cried 
which is a good thing,
because anything less
and I might have snatched
right back out of her hands
and slapped it on my wall.

So not kidding.

But that makes total sense, actually.
She and I are very different,
but also much the same.


September 10, 2014

Oh Hai! I have a blog. Which I've ignored like my front door since I found that snake hanging from the frame on my way back in after having just come out.

Hey y'all.  I've been busy.  blah blah.  But really.  I moved again and not to the beach just yet.  I prayed about it much and after the last few months (years) I pretty much told God I needed the decision to be very very easy.  As in Please Smack Me in the Face with Something Easy otherwise I'm not going to get it right and I'll screw up making the decision on my own.  And He made it very very easy.  The perfect little house pretty much fell into my lap.  I looked at it on Monday and moved in on Thursday.  Other than the snake thing it is absolutely a perfect space, and the 3 of us are comfortable and happy here.

This dining room nook is the first room I unpacked, because of course it is.

Did you think by Snake on the Frame of the Front Door I was attempting a metaphor?

I totally wasn't.
It was a baby grey rat snake
which if you are me translates to
I'm about to die.

I made these in my new glass studio
(which is awesome, pics later)
(Also, thanks, God!)

And this.
It is the last thing I started in our family home

and the first thing I finished in my new one.

I missed out on a bunch of beach Sundays this summer,

but last weekend I all but slept in the sand to make up for it.

Midnight, y'all.

This was one of the super moons in this year's trio.
I took this pic from my Nana and Grandaddy's driveway
a couple of nights before I moved out.

Just another sign
of all the love~

and that every little thing is gonna be alright.

For all of us.



August 21, 2014

30 Words ~ At the New House.

The puppy must go potty, mommy,
so throw on whatever is handy from the moving box.

Unbeknownst, the screen door locks.

Er...?  Oh Shit.

Pictures will not be forthcoming, y'all.



Except this one~
because awesome.

If I fits, I sits.

July 14, 2014

You know how you think to yourself "I can totally do that!" so you sign right on up and then the actual doing kicks in and you think "What was a I thinking!?" Uh! Me Too!

I've spent some time in the last week deciding that I must not like myself at all for agreeing to handle the following, but then I realize I love my family second only to God~ which is super awesome so I remember to like myself very much.

I posted in passing last month that my Nana moved to Heaven.  On June 13th she slipped peacefully in her sleep surrounded by her children.  Her children who I later found out had been holding hands and were singing to her at the time.  What a testament to Lillie Beth and the magical love she freely gave to all.  God was alive in both of my grands~ joyful, strong~ and  I selfishly miss them so very very much.

I looked at the phone as it whistled, seeing "mom" on the caller ID, knowing what words were coming.  What I didn't expect was the sound of her voice.  My 67 year old mother's tone was that of a 5 year old as she said "My mama's gone."   The tears came immediately.  Not for the broken heart I had prepared myself for, but instead for hers.  For the grown up little girl on the other end of the phone who had just become an orphan.  There is no empathy strong enough to affect that.

In the following weeks I watched her with her sisters and brother begin the necessary process of closing that chapter in their lives.  All but my mom live out of state, so they came and stayed here with the house they grew up in, the house we all grew up in.  Room by room they collected tangible reminders of memories, belongings that Nana had specifically assigned to go to each of them.  I have heard horror stories of families falling apart over stuff or money after someone passes, but as I watched them from the shadows I was overwhelmed by the compassion and selflessness and love they showed one another.  I have never been so honored to be a part of something as I am to have been blessed with this family.

It was the last time any of them would be together in this house, and I couldn't find a way to be present as over several days one by one they said goodbye in the living room that hosted our Christmases, Thanksgivings, reunions, lives.  I can't even imagine what they must have felt, and I could do nothing to help.

Which brings me to the point of this post.  I was asked if I would be willing to handle the disposition of the remaining physical estate.  It wasn't really a question I could say no to, because were I to be unwilling meant one of them would have to do it.  And as emotionally overwhelmed as I feel right now, I can not imagine how much more difficult it would have been for them.

If you've never handled the preparation for an estate sale, especially that for a loved one, it is not something you should undertake without first understanding that it will rip your heart out and stomp all over it several times a day.  But it is also the last gift you can give to a loved one who has departed this life.  With every dish I wash I can picture it on the table filled with an awesome southern cooked something.  Like the syrup dispenser that held my grands' homemade blueberry syrup that my brother and I used when we had our pancake eating contest 36 years ago.  This is all taking some time, eating away my days and both breaking and filling my heart, but every minute spent comes back to the love, to my Nana and my Granddaddy, to my mom, brothers, aunts and uncles and cousins and life.  I feel honored to be doing this one last thing~ to be closing this chapter in my own life with the care and attention it so richly deserves.

There's a mess, y'all, and even my lil bit of OCD wants to kick me in the shin.  Hard.

I have a week and a half to finish, and I will because that's what I do.  Maybe I was the right one for the job after all.