Holly Hobbie

This is a pathetic sign that I have a serious case of winteritis........I actually took a photo of this old embroidered Holly Hobbie picture which hangs forlornly in a murky hallway in my house. It hangs in the dark these days, because for too many years it hung in a sunny spot and became faded.

One winter during high school, I worked determinedly on this embroidery project, even figuring out how to make French knots, which seemed rather complicated to me at the time.

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Holly Hobbie designs were popular back then, in the 70's........showing up on decorative dishes, on wall plaques, in prints on fabrics and towels, and as dolls. I recall sewing several silly smock tops to wear to school which featured Holly Hobbie prints. Back in those years, I sewed my head off, and its difficult for me now to comprehend that fact, as sewing is not something I do anymore, except for occasional mending.

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I may go insane soon.......the cold and ice seems to be pressing my mood ever downward. I miss walking outdoors in WARM sunshine. We never go anywhere except for basketball games and church, both occasions of sitting woodenly and staring forward. My husband is a wonderful, handsome fellow, but a complete work-a-holic. My house is overflowing with 30 years' accumulation of stuff; at times I feel ready to watch it all burn. Oh, I know......don't tempt fate. If I really am bi-polar, then its down the slippery slope I go for awhile.......BUT, then again, here comes blogging to the rescue........it gives me a foothold to use to climb upwards again.

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I wish I were as articulate as Ruth in this recent insightful post on her blog, Ruth's Visions & Revisions. I can identify with much of what she says in that post. How her mother confided in her too much......yes, my mother did that with me when I was a kid. She unloaded her cares on me---her oldest child---concerning her distress over my alcoholic father, who blamed all his problems on other people, her especially. (Yeah.....an alcoholic Baptist......that's a good one!) And, my mom, being her co-dependent self, enabled him in his crappy behavior which kept our family in turmoil. Oh, but don't you dare ever say anything to anyone. No, sirree......you put on a false front and act happy, by golly. Years later, lo and behold, he blamed everything on me. Haha, big joke.

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When you're growing up in a certain situation, you don't know that it might be abnormal......because its just normal to you at the time. When you're a kid, your world is so narrow, and you look up to your parents as role models. You observe how your parents behave.....you take it all in for years and years, and it has its effect on you, and you deal with that the rest of your life, and hardly anyone understands.

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OK......big whoop......that's my exciting post for today. Don't worry, I'm fine, really......really I am. There's so much to be thankful for; I should be ashamed of myself for the above thoughts. Forgive me, for I know there are multitudes of people out there in situations far worse than mine. Please, hurry on to another more cheerful blog from the list on the sidebar. -->-->-->-->

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Which leads me to say.......please don't ever feel obligated to read my blog, or leave a comment. I'm happy to have readers, of course, but it doesn't adversely affect my outlook if no one reads or comments. So, don't feel obligated.......I would never want anyone to feel that way. For me, getting a post written and published is an upper.......giving me wings for a while.

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Have a good day! Think of and pray for the sick and the grieving, including Coleman Larson's family.

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