My rambles of thoughts are like my art: always on going projects. But what would life be if there were no projects? I hope my studio is like the majority of fiber artists.....a MESS! I would hate to think I am so different than my crafty friends.
I have a wonderful daughter-in-law named Annie. My son, Jim, Annie and our first grandbaby live in Montana and Dave and I live in Chicagoland. Our houses are too far apart to "pop" in for a cup of coffee.(Just an excuse to hug my grandbaby.)
Annie always thinks of me by sending pictures frequently of my first grandbaby Rylan.
I am a first time grandma! I knew I would be an emotional grandma but I didnt think I would be this emotional. ohhhhhhh heck.. Who am I trying to fool? I am a blubbering idiot. And the first time I laid eyes on my granddaughter, Rylan Grace.I blubbered. Once I had Rylan in my arms...uncontrollable blubbering. I was a mess.
The day my son, Jim called to announce the pregnancy of his wife, Annie, I blubbered. The tears really don't bother me that much although it can be embarrassing. Its was all the people in .the Walmart hygiene isle that got a little upset with my tears of joy. Of course they didnt know it was joy blubbering. Once I shouted out that I was going to be a grandma!.... GROUP HUGS ALL AROUND in isle #15.