Partner in Pain

Ra, this is for you, to let you know that I’m your partner in snot-related misery. I don’t have a screaming baby to contend with, mind you, but I have a nasty headcold of my own and two sick children. So I can relate. Thankfully, we’re on the mend now. But it’s been a very long week.

They’ve both been sleeping with humidifiers, Vicks Vaporizer plug-ins, and Nyquil for the past 4 nights. And they both sound like they have a death rattle when they cough. Superultra nasty. Alice has a lovely habit of blowing her nose straight into her hand, but at least I can rejoice that (so far) she’s not painting with it. Lovely.

Both girls are doing better, and with the barometer dropping tonight as a storm rolls in my sinuses aren’t hurting like they have been for the past few days. So it looks like we’re getting some relief. I hope the change in the weather helps you and Scout out, too. 🙂

Get well soon!


OK, Stacy (her blog is linked over there ————>), I’m doing your blog challenge for this week.

5 Nuggets that Wise People have imparted to me over the years:

1. Don’t worry about what people are thinking about you, because they’re probably not. My dad said this. Says this. And it’s true. Most of the time when I spin my wheels about what people are thinking about me, they haven’t been at all. I recently spent an entire freaking week in a stew that Nancy was furious with me. Turns out she was just busy. I felt like an idiot. So here I was, losing sleep, and she was just busy.

2. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing. He’s behind you. Alan. My high school boyfriend was a very good driver. I am, by all accounts, not. I’m a nervous driver. It used to freak me out when someone was tailgating me or driving aggressively behind me. Alan would say the above, and my ruffled feathers would calm back down. And I repeat it to myself often.

3. Stop spending so much energy preparing to be mad. Matt. My college boyfriend (the kinder one with this moniker — I dated two guys named Matt) noticed that I really do work myself up in advance, working out the perfect scripted things I would say when my adversary said something to me… And rarely — no, NEVER — did I ever actually get to SAY those perfect scripted things. Lots of wasted time and energy went into making up those scripts (to the point that I actually did go into a fight with The Other Matt prepared with notes, and I’m not kidding)… So GoodMatt’s point was well taken. And I try to remember (and remind myself and my mother, who is the source of this nasty habit) that I/we don’t need to spend that much energy preparing for a battle that will not happen the way I’ve imagined it anyway.

4. When I grow up, I’m going to be an artist. Helen. If you ask her what she’s going to be, this is her answer. Always. And I heard her tell someone the other day that her mommy is “an artist AND a teacher.” I thought that was cool. When I grow up, I wanna be an artist, too.

5. Children can compartmentalize. Mary Shepard, my favorite teacher in high school, who was my boss when I became a teacher. When I was pregnant with Helen and worried about grandparents spoiling the new grandchild and not doing things the way I wanted them to do, she said this to me. It was the mantra she repeated to herself around her own mother-in-law, because their parenting styles were so vastly different. She said that her children quickly figured out that Mommy’s rules were different from Nana’s rules, and that was okay. And it’s true. My kids have figured it out, too. I did have to remind Helen once — in front of Nannie — after she protested: “Right. When you’re alone with Nannie, you can do that. But when Mommy’s with you, Mommy’s rules trump Nannie’s rules.” And she accepted that and stopped protesting. Dang. Mary Shepard was right.
…….Same goes with teaching — kids rapidly figure out which teachers will let them get away with stuff, and those are the teachers that they misbehave for. If they don’t get away with stuff with you and you draw that line in the sand on Day One, you’ll be in good shape. She advised that I be tough as nails my first month teaching, and I was. And I never had a single significant problem with a student (sure, I had to send kids to the office on two occasions, I think, but nothing major). The problems I had were with parents, who weren’t accustomed to teachers being tough on their kids, I guess.

Red Hot Chili Purse, and more

It has been a creative weekend here at Messygoat Headquarters….

Yesterday/today I made this Red Hot Chili Purse:
Red Hot Chili Purse

Purse, side view

KelleyBR — your fabrics are in this! The linings of the pockets and the lining of the entire inside are fabrics you picked out for me! Yay! They were PERFECT to use in such big chunks (I didn’t want to cut them up when I had smaller scraps for the other parts)

Here’s a picture of the lining, just to prove it — LOL!


I chose a light lining color so that my stuff won’t get lost in the darkness of the large bag. Helen and I chose the chili pepper fabric, and on Friday she helped me pick out all the other scraps from my stash to go with it. The main black fabric on the front flap was Helen’s idea — not something I would necessarily have grabbed, but it was PERFECT. And I used all of the rest that I had in my stash, and even had to put that green strip in to make it go as far as it did. Helen’s very good with color — always has been. As soon as she was able to walk around in the quilt shop, she’d pull fabrics that went together startlingly well. Granted, fabrics at the Crackhouse generally DO go together pretty well, since Mary stocks her shop with complimentary fabrics, but still. Helen was too good at it too frequently for it to be a complete coincidence.

Anyway. Back to the purse. This is a Barbara Randle Mega/Diaper bag. I meant to make one while I was still carrying diaper bags (and I kinda still am, but time is running out on that), and now with the trend moving towards large purses I just went ahead and made it anyway. It’s large enough to carry all the bulky stuff I need to carry around — like my graphing calculator, for tutoring — without overflowing.

And then, earlier in the weekend, I finished this table runner:

Table Runner

It actually has borders on it now, but I haven’t taken a picture of it yet because the table wasn’t cleared off enough to show all of it. So you’ll just have to wait until you can see it in use at Thanksgiving. (The leaves are fake, by the way — bought at Hobby Lobby and I peeled off all of the fabric stems)