This is a wedding sampler I made for my cousin and his wife. It was a little challenging to come up with a design; he's very casual, and she's a lot more formal, plus I don't know her well. She is from Japan, so I wanted to reflect that. The cranes are from the design book Oriental Cross Stitch by Lesley Teare, and the border design is modified from that book. The alphabet I designed myself. The entire thing is backstitch, except for the red on the crane's heads and the gold on the borders. I'm planning on finishing it with a red mat and a narrow black laquer frame.
Ritchie does amazing work, especially with a fidgety 2 y.o. The proofs aren't touched up or anything, so puffy pregnant face is pretty darn puffy, but mom and kat look beautiful!
This was also the second time my grandfather got busted. Apparently sitting on the beach after 36 hours of rescue work without your hat still counts as being out of uniform. Saluting sarcastically doesn't help either.
He was also at Okinawa, but refused to ever discuss it with anyone. It was too bad to remember.
He died in January of 1986 of pneumonia and complications of black lung acquired after 30 plus years of working as a coal miner. I will always think this a shabby death for a man as talented and insightful as he. I miss him. And I regret he was never able to meet my daughter.
Woo-hoo! Kitkat and I are leaving Thursday morning for two weeks in Pittsburgh. We'll be there for Easter with ma, and will have time so dad can meet his grandpuppy. He's been driving up to Ebensburg every week to look after Gran, so he hasn't had a chance to come down to VA Beach. I'm renting a car, so we'll definitely be going up to see her as well.
I need to check and see if raw eggs count as liquids or what have you for the purpose of flying, because I'd really like to take some pysanky for Gran and Uncle Jim. I don't think anyone in the family's made them since Grandpa died in '86, and mine from the other year turned out really nice. I'll have to laquer them, I guess. One somehow got some wax or something on it and smeared. :-(
So behind on posting pictures. Still none of the baby (who is 3 months tomorrow), and I should put up some pysanky as well. I'm really very proud of them, especially because I can't draw for shit. My artistic abilities are all firmly fabric-based. Plus these are pretty sentimental, since I made them with the kistky Grandpa made, and his old spirit lamp.
Cranky baby needs no nap, apparently...but she sure wants mama right now.
Happy week all around!
Tuesday I woke up feeling really good. Like normal human being, not sick crazy pregnant woman good. So, naturally, I panic. Last time I started feeling really good at the beginning of the second trimester it was because the baby died. So I call the doctor, call Bruce's mother (I'm still carless and can't even call Bruce at work) and then sit around waiting for my 245 appointment.
Anyway, super Nurse Practitioner Jennifer, who is a sweetie, comes in basically saying "no time for small talk, we need to look at this baby". Ultrasound shows what is recognizably a human baby with a great heartbeat! Then, apparently annoyed by the pressure from the ultrasound, baby starts jumping, kicking, and waving. We spent almost five minutes just watching it bounce around.
I'm very glad Bruce's mom got to see her grandbaby. She's been very anxious this time around...my miscarriage last winter brought back a lot of awful memories for her about her miscarriages and baby Josiah, who died of SIDS before Bruce was born. We bonded, and it was really nice. The best part is that I don't feel anxious any more. I actually feel like this is really going to happen. The baby's placenta is on-line and doing what it's supposed to do, which is what the issue seems to have been last time. Plus the fact that I don't feel horrible all the time. Still a bit nauseated off and on, and lightheaded, but it's not like the perma-flu feeling of the past two months.
Then Wednesday was our 3rd wedding anniverary and Bruce actually had the day off. So we went to Bravo for lunch, where we just happened to run into his mother, aunt, and Mumsie. Bruce hadn't even known his grandmother was alread moved up from Georgia. So it was a very nice time. Then we played in the Honeytree, which is a very fancy children's clothing store next to the restaurant. Bruce is so convinced the baby is a girl that he bought a little bathing suit for her. It's light blue with yellow polkadots, and a little ruffle around the bottom. Appliqued on the front is a big yellow ducky with a pink butterfly on its nose. There's also a little pink butterfly on the ruffle on the back. It's the cutest thing ever, and now the baby's almost sure to be a boy. ;-)
After the ducky suit, Bruce wanted to go out to Chesapeake and take a look at the Babies'r'Us store. (Apparently I'm not the only one who now feels it's safe to get excited.) I was amazed at his capacity for stroller shopping. I ended up buying a protein bar and taking a nap in a rocking chair.
Just a nice few days in general. Yay!
So far my cousin came down from San Fransisco for the weekend to see me, and yesterday my grandparents drove in from Yuma, Arizona to visit. When I was little we saw them every day, and it's a big adjustment only seeing them twice a year, if I'm lucky.
sigh. Very comfy, very sleepy. Maybe I can convince hubbykins to bring the critters and move out here...