Oh, you wonderful mothers...let me beat the rush and wish you all a wonderful Mother's Day next Sunday.
I sat down at my five-year-old, hardly been used sewing machine yesterday afternoon, that I told my husband every housewife needed. Like it was a Bible, I re-read and studied all the instructions and tips, and proceeded to make something for my mother for Mother's Day.
If she remembers, I was hard to teach sewing to, but am proud of myself for completing one, of what I hope to be many, projects.
I'm anxious to see my mom's face when she pulls my concoction out of the gift bag!! (Hint: It's reversible and square.)
Hoping all you mothers get the praise you deserve.
I'm only a step-mother and god-mother...but hey, those count!!!
Welcome Reader:
Whether you've just now tuned in to my life, or have been keeping up with my inner thoughts for quite some time now,
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
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