Middle J did us proud last Thursday graduating with Highest Honors!
It was even more of a surprise than it was with Big J last year to find Middle J's name in the Highest Honors section as he's caused us a tiny bit of grief this last year.
Although he's on the straight and narrow now.
There's my boy (second from the left) slipping us a tiny wave before the ceremony commenced.
We were so close to him in the enormous stadium that I could see the expression on his face.
He was nervous, being one of the first few to walk across the stage.
I was nervous for him.
I looked down at him and it was like time had stood still and I could see his sweet four year old face.
Tissues were needed at this point.....
Of course we swept the instructed "polite applause" aside when they called his name and screamed, whistled and hollered like mad people.
I loved the way he grinned from ear to ear to see me acting like a complete loony in the arena stands.
It was utter bedlam after the ceremony.
There seemed like there was at least 10,000 people milling around all looking for their graduates.
Photos were rushed and as a result I had no time to compose myself.
Let it be noted that I was duly mortified to see how the camera could not have possibly made me look any fatter, my face any shinier or my hair any more disheveled.
I was also slightly disappointed I had entrusted this years graduation photography assignment to Mr. VW. He apparently needs a little brush up on his photography skills. These were the best of the worst photos.
However, I'll forgive him and put it down to his excitement of being caught in the moment watching this amazing young man complete a major milestone in his life.
We've had that crazy rain today. You know the kind that falls by the bucket load with big plip plop plops one minute and stops the next? Sort of a thunderstorm with lightning and thunder, but its' over almost as quick as it begins.
Although the rain put a slight damper on our plans, at least it's cooler, even when the sun comes out.
For that I am very thankful, the humidity has been barely tolerable these last few days.
So I've spent a lovely day rescuing the fabric I destroyed last Sunday in a pathetic attempt to make a blouse for myself.
A seamstress is just another item I'll add to the list of things I CAN'T do. It's right below knitting, but my knitting woes are a story for another day.
So I resurrected my blouse and made myself a pinny!
Or apron as I believe most folks call them.
I even made a rather feeble attempt to embroider a little hen on the front to cheer myself up a little when I wear it. Hopefully push away the frustration I experienced with my blouse sewing disaster.
At least I was able to save this lovely piece of fabric I picked up a few weeks back for next to nothing.
Well I must be off. I've recently secured a lovely new tin of Lyle's Golden Syrup (rare as hens teeth on this side of the pond - mail order only you know) and I'm off to don my pinny and whip up some yummy Anzac Biscuits for our afternoon tea.
I even managed to keep track of my stitches, which in the past has eluded me during my attempts to crochet in the round.
And I even stole some little pellets from Little J's BB Gun to put weights in the feet, hands and bum!
I only wished I had made her nose pink instead of brown.
Big J has requested a Amigurumi in the form of a Virginia Tech Hokie. Only trouble is there doesn't seem to be much calling for a Amigurumi Turkey with big muscles like the Hokie!
So I'm off to hunt the Internet for the elusive Hokie Amigurumi.
Toodles... L x
P.S. Hope the weather is cool where you are. By the time I arrived home this evening the weather man informed me it felt like 100°F outside! Luckily none of the J's had melted after a day at home in the heat.
For the record, I L♥VE those little Swedish Dala horses.
I don't own any real ones unfortunately, but I'm saving my pennies.....and thinking wistfully.
In reality, I love anything horsey.
Back in the day, a very long time ago, when I still lived in the land Down Under, when my clothes size was still in the single digits, I owned my very own real live horse.
Her name was Jedda and I loved her dearly for many many years.
But that was a long time ago and now I live on a steep hill with a tiny garden and can only dream of the sweet horse of my youth and the hope that one day I'll be back perusing single digits on the clothing racks.
Anyway, enough of my reminiscing dribble.
Let's take a look at my current sewing/crochet madness shall we?
But you must please excuse crappity crap crap photos.
Our stairwell is barren of much light, especially when it requires keeping the curtain closed for photographic purposes.
So one day while wistfully dreaming of dala horses, I decided to girlie up my stairwell window with these sweet ponies.
And I appliqued some felt horses on to a plain piece of cream fabric.
And then girlie up the top with a lovely little ruffle and some more ricrac.
Mr. VW, bless him, has declared the hallway a lost cause for all men folk after I demanded he paint it pink a few weeks back.
Being surrounded by so many men folk, I decided at the very least the stairwell could be dedicated to some girlieness.
It's not like anyone hangs out in the stairwell, except maybe the cat.
Righto, better be off to feed my men folk, before they start a protest.
P.S. To be honest, I'm on the fence about this curtain. It's quite silly really, considering their are no small girls in our house. For now it will stay, but I fear by years end (or sooner) it will end up in the back of the cupboard keeping the rest of my 'opps' projects company.