Welcome, February

     Happy February! Thank you, God! Now, if you keep reading, I'm just warning you, it goes downhill from here. Surely you will say, "Wow, Debbie Downer! Guess I'll go curl up in the fetal position now." I'll do my best to rebound at the end, but for a few minutes, I just need to get some things off my chest.
     Could we please keep getting on with this 2012 thing? Because I am so ready to move as far away from 2011 as I can. The past year has been kind of surreal. Beating breast cancer was a high and losing my best friend to lung cancer was a low. Questioning why I got off so easily, and her having to endure such pain left me empty. Having our first grand baby boy was a high. Not having that same best friend here to share in the joy of the blessing was a low.

     I don't take lightly that God has blessed our family in so many ways, but parts of this messy life are, well, messy. And sometimes it's not fun, and sometimes it breaks your heart, and sometimes it just sucks.

     Let me get the sucky part off my chest first. I.miss.Lynne. I miss her every day. She was the friend I talked to every day. February marks the month of her birth. She's a leap year baby, so she only got to have 14 real birthdays. Since this was to be her 15th, we considered a Quinceanera. Now that she's at the biggest, best party of all, hanging out with Jesus, anything we would have planned pales in comparison. But a group of us are going on with the Quinceanera theme anyway. If you are not familiar, Google it. Interestingly enough, it's a rite of passage. We're already looking for fabulous dresses and intend to wear tiaras.  I am sure it will be a very strange night, celebrating as we know she would want us to, but missing her so. She was always the life of the party and she and I planned so many together.  Here's a picture of all of us at my oldest daughters wedding.  We pulled off a big one that night!  My daughter described it as perfection.

The Chicks!





We were such a good team. Suck. Suck. Sucky, suck suck. When her husband passed away unexpectedly 5 years ago, "suck" became a choice word for our little group. Sorry to say it so many times, but after awhile it makes you laugh, right? Say Suck, Suck, Sucky, suck suck without laughing. Sucks, doesn't it? Potty mouth.
     Moving on. In the midst of this heartache, my very big God is always there, caring about the details. A friend posted on Facebook this week, "God blesses us every day, it's up to us to notice it." Yep. True words. So it's time to start noticing. I hope my venting didn't scare you off. Just being honest.

     Guess it's time to come out of hibernation and get busy at the barn.         

     Which reminds me- I am having my first Sale at the Barn this month! I have wanted to do this for awhile, and it seems February 24 is when it will happen. I have been collecting so many neat pieces and this time, some smaller accessories, too. I think you'll like the selection and hope you'll come!





Pictures coming soon.

He makes beautiful things,
Yvette