Crazy Busy

Well, Friends, I haven't picked up a crochet hook in well over a month.  First, my Daddy passed away.  Then, homeschool started up, 2 fourth graders and 2 eighth graders.  My brain is on overload trying to organize and fit in all both sets of boys need for this year.  It is also a 'little' fried from switching back and forth constantly between the mentality of these 2 separate levels.  (Really, I've been so overwhelmed that I haven't even WANTED to crochet.)

I am hopeful that we are on our way toward settling into a workable system and that I will again be able to do something besides teaching and planning to teach and keeping the home front running somewhat (I can't really add smoothly to that yet).

I have been peaking a bit at what my other blogging friends are working on.  That's always fun!  But even this I do not have time to do much of.

Thanks for your patience in this busy season.  I will be crafting again soon, no doubt.  I do have 2 sewing projects I am wanting to get to and will share those with you some time soon.

With Warmest Regards,
MamaLezlie

Mock Converse

I love these little mock converse tennis shoes

These have to be my favorite bootie pattern. 

(Another Kay Meadors creation.)

I've made them for several fresh babies.

Here they are in Sage and Black:

These were for my nephew, Titus.

Many oooohhhhsss and aaaaahhhhhhs

in my heart over these!!!

Sweet Booties for Ella

Well, Friends, there is another fresh baby

at church and I'm so glad I had a pair

of booties stashed away, because

teaching school hasn't left any 

time to create new ones.

I try to make up several pairs

when I am having a 

unusually slow time.

And my stash is just about

GONE.

Here are the sweet booties:

Pattern:  White Shells

by Kay Meadors

See Pattern Resources page for

Book information.

Hook:  Size 7

My Daddy and Me

My handsome daddy as a teen.

Daddy holding me.

Daddy giving me a horsey ride.

Me in my Daddy's boots.

Me pretending to play my Daddy's COOL guitar.

At my Great-Grandma's house when

I was a teen.

After I graduated.

Still holding me, at 21!

Singing, Thy Word is a Lamp unto my Feet

by Amy Grant at my maternal

Grandmother's birthday party.

Still holding me, last November, when I was 40.

(I asked him if he was glad that I don't

weigh 250 pounds now that I'm grown.)

At my house, celebrating

his last birthday, 70 years.

I love him.

I miss him.

I didn't have the ability to appreciate 

him enough while he was here.

I'm glad he is in heaven with my Jesus and

singing in the Amazing Choir!