This Moment {we created}

{This Moment}

A Friday ritual. No words. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. 

~Soule Mama
[ I know, I’ve been cheating on the no words part of these moments ]
We created this week.  All week.  In every pocket of spare time.  It felt good, stressful, satisfying and, well, all of it.  My parents are in town playing board games, walking to the playground and going on bike rides with our little ladies.  The weather has been so cold, grey and downright disappointing for typically the most summer of all months so, luckily, I haven’t been torn to laze about the beach or pool. 
It’s almost Fair.   I tend to go a bit crazy and shut down into entry mode.  We had so much fun during the Trashion Fashion Show last year when we made Marie Antoinette’s from bed sheets, pillow fluff and second-hand quilts.  This year, Betty and her Show pal will be mermaids.  I’ve made Betty a stormy seas mermaid with white trash bags and coffee filters, and she had a blast helping and even made a sea shell crown.  I found two XXL men’s dress shirts off the dollar rack at our local thrift store and thought about making an evening gown.  I unearthed my turn of the century dress maker’s form and hours and hours later I’ve got something.  Looks as if my dress maker’s form is about to fall over in the first pic – ha!  I promise it only looks twisty on the form.
There’s a small pile of Barbie ball gowns, 25 Peter Pan hats for a custom order, some skirts for Lucy’s first few days of school and a stack of finally-mended goods to complete my sewing to-do list.
Luke and a great buddy have been working ten hour days at their job, then putting in another six hours in the space below:
I took this picture in the room that’ll be our master bedroom.  Luke is seen in a bathroom without a rotten subfloor (woohoo!) and things are coming about.  The girls can sleep through a nailer, rhythmic hammering and all types of saw and air compressor noises.  Good thing, since work ends near midnight.  It’s been hard work, hardest most of all on our three girls who miss our suppers together and rolls on the floor in books and giggles and dolls with Dad before bedtime.  
Well, happy weekending to you.  Soon, there’s an early ferry and a music festival on a neighboring island.  I better tuck myself in…


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