Animal Farm

Here are some pictures of the pets we have at home. When we moved into the house 2 years ago we had a beautiful dog named Sadie she was 13 at the time and a great dog. About 5 months ago she started to have a harder time getting around and was losing weight, but she was still eating. It was during Hurricane Ike that it because apparent what had to be done. It was so hard for the hubby to put her down since this was the first dog he had owned. She is resting in the backyard near the fig tree her favorite spot.


Fig Tree

After living in our house for a year we became the proud home to two street cats are as we like to say the neighborhood cats. They are both outdoor cats which works out fine because both I and hubby are allergic to cat dander. During the winter they live in our garage (we leave the door open for them). They are strange cats, PK a.k.a. psycho kitty loves to get on the roof of the house so she can check out fireworks and such, while grey kitty likes to hunt and bring us her victims. Grey will knock on the door in the morning to let you know she is hungry while PK talks to you. During Ike we had to leave the door to the house open so they decided that it was their chance to explore our home. Since then if you leave the door from the garage to the house open they roam in. Once I found Grey up on the kitchen nook window ledge sunbathing.

Grey Kitty in here favorite spot

PK and Grey Sunbathing

We also have a slug called sluggo he comes by every night to see what is left in the cat bowl. On the weekend he brings his girlfriend slugette for a date night.


Last but not least is the fish. We have a hummingbird that comes every year and this year he brought his lady love when spring comes I will have pictures.

How it Started

I never thought of myself as a crafty person. Growing up I was a tomboy who also loved to dress up and act out, a contradiction to say the least. I was the youngest of 5 children my siblings difference in age to me was 16, 14, 10 and 9 years, so to say I was a complete surprise was an understatement. I was raised in a quaint community inside of Houston called Bellaire it was in a time when you had school clothes and play clothes, when you could play outside until dusk, ate at the dining room table and there was only 5 channels on the tv. I am the product of the late 60’s a time when women burned their bras and men had some nasty mustaches. My mother was a stay at home at home mom, but she framed pictures for a number of shops around town. I would sit in her work room as she would make a frame fitting it with the right contracting color of the mats, learning her wisdom. She was the first influence into the world of art, poetry and creativity. Many days where spent going to interesting place one in particular stands out it was a Chinese antique shop I love going because the owner would always have interesting candy for me along with giving me my first little budda. She would make our play clothes, swimwear, Halloween costumes and Easter dresses. She was crafty, but, the tomboy in me was not interested in learning to do those things. I would later regret this for she started to get sick when I was 13 due to strokes so conversation between us became limited to non-existent as I got older. I lost her 11 years ago this month. I miss her.

Mom at the Lake

During the summers my parents would drive me to Shreveport, Louisiana to spend the summer with my grandparents. I look forward to that time, because I got to see my favorite aunt. Aunt Dorothy was the cool aunt everyone has, she was a surgical nurse whose favorite word was Shit (this was one of my first cuss word) she lived with my Mamaw and Papaw (my father’s parents) along with her friend Ms. Dave who also was a nurse. During the summer I shared my time with them and my Grandmother (mom’s mom) who also was a picture framer and had a large collection of antiques through out her house. Her attic was like a museum full of interesting items from the 20’s through the 50’s. I would get lost in her closet playing Joan Crawford in Sweet Baby Jane.

It was my Aunt Dorothy who taught me how to make my first embroidery stitch, latch hook rug, and tell me great stories. She smoked like a chimney, loved life and thought kids should be playful. My Mamaw all 4’11” of her along with me, aunt Dorothy and Ms. Dave who sit in the front room watching the stories embroidery something. Everyday until 4:00 we would spend it together talking and sewing then my papaw would walk me across the street to Southern Maid doughnuts (because they where made fresh at that time) and with piping hot doughnuts a coke we would eat them on the porch. Memories of those summer until 1980 when my papaw died was Paul Harvey, Baseball, Oral Roberts and soap operas, attic of treasures, fishing on the lake, McDonald’s, Piccadilly and love.

So after a long hiatus I am trying to regain something from the past the calm and pure enjoyment. My hubby bought me a sewing machine so I am learning to use it. But embroidery is my calm with my son just turning 18 and graduating in this summer I need something to occupy my down time (the little I have). So I am starting my adventure the path was started by my mom, traveled on with my aunt, mamaw then it grew over for many decades. I am pulling the grass up to start that walk again and to share with other memories of a time not that long ago when handmade meant love.

Aunt Dorothy


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