This little guy is a football bear that I made for my grandson. The bear is bought but the hat and sweater are made with football buttons. My grandson really liked this guy. He named him "fooper."
Well, I got on Facebook awhile back. Started using Farmville. And that was it, I thought. And then I started meeting cousins from my mother's side of the family....and cousins, and cousins. And I have had the thrilling experience of seeing pictures from the past that embodied what I remember from when I was little. It is truly amazing. I am the oldest living cousin that I know of. Allan Stimpson was the first cousin to be born. He died c.1972 or 73. Then there was me. So I am the oldest surviving cousin and the oldest girl cousin.
Part of all this is scary, though, because it brings back some memories I don't want. The memories are of physical and sexual abuse. I have been fighting with anxiety attacks and that, too, shall pass, as soon as I get a handle on them. I just have to keep looking at the positive side. I am grown up now and at no one's beck and call.
I am not working on any pattern designs, unusually enough. I saw my 3 youngest grandkids this past weekend and gave them all the objects that I had finished from my own designs. Guess I'll have to start again. But first must get the wherewithal. Anyone know where I can find some wherewithal?
I love my sons. I miss them. I pray that they are doing extremely well. This economy scares me. There's too many things that wrap around and focus on money. Bleah.
Blessings on my day and yours.
