Welcome to Finally Finishing. My goal here is to finish all the projects that I have started once and for all. I have so many "starts and stops" that I have lost track and missed opportunities not to mention the cash I have put out for materials. I invite you to join me in this endeavor. I need accountability. If you do too follow along and lets get things done once and for all.Feel free to tell me what you are "Finally Finishing".
You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.'
Remember this little gem? This tiny peach colored sweater waited forever and a day for buttons.I used fine yarn and ridiculously small knitting needles.(which I swore I would never do again.) Well, one thing is for sure, it was worth the wait. Could anything be sweeter than my friend's grand-daughter "Harper" wearing it? She looks adorable and it fits her perfectly, but it won't for long I'm afraid...the good news is I do believe my friend is expecting yet another grand-daughter in early summer.
Maybe a "hand me down" is in store for this "finally finished" creation.
If you ask my three year old grandson Grant, WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY? Depending on his mood; he will most likely shake his "bootie" and sing "Ring a ding, ding, ding, ding ,ding a ding ding. His imitation of the Danish pop duo Ylvis is spot on. The lyrics are catchy and he is adorable singing it...a true musical genius. (At least to us he is.) So of course I had no choice but to make him a fox hat for these chilly Spring days, 'cause that's what I do. (Some of you will remember the owl hat debacle. He hated it and refused to wear it. It was scratchy and It scared him. I can't say I blame him.) Being the eternal optimist I hoped for better luck with this one. So back to the stash I went. Thankfully the pile of unused yarn seems to be shrinking a bit since my commitment to finish things. Low and behold, I found a skein of soft, rust colored yarn. I don't remember now what I bought the yarn for or how long I have had it but it was perfect for this project. Because my grand-son lives in New Hampshire and we are in Massachusetts, I put the hat in the mail. Grant loves to get mail so I knew he'd be thrilled to get the package and he was..... until he saw it, and my daughter asked him to put it on that is. Well, as luck would have it Grant wasn't "in the mood" so like any good mother my daughter bribed him so she could get a picture of him wearing it to show me. And like any good toddler he took the bait.
Here is Grant reluctantly posing for a quick snapshot in exchange for the promised handful of M & Ms.
I'm told he hasn't put it on since and even down right refuses to wear it.
I continue to check things off of my "Finish This list" at a snails pace or even slower. For a long time now I have started each day with my "Week At A Glance" calendar in front of me. I write down what I NEED to accomplish, and things I WANT to accomplish. The following day I check off what I have done and carry over to the next day the tasks I didn't complete This keeps me somewhat organized but I have to admit sometimes I look at the carried over list and change my mind; this is where the eraser comes in handy. I am a big believer of "out of sight, out of mind". One entry though has hounded me for a very long time. Call Janie, Call Janie, Call Janie, oh for God sakes call Janie already!!!!! You see, at least three years ago I ran into the daughter of one of my mom's best friend, you guessed it.....Janie. She told me she had been going through some old photos and that she had come across some great old pictures of my mom and dad that she wanted to show us. She asked me to call her to set up a time that I could bring my mom over and look through the pictures. Ughhhh, while this is certainly right up my ally I never found the time or motivation to make the call, until two weeks ago that is. I called Janie and clearly she was thrilled to hear from me. We set a time for the following Saturday to meet for our long overdue visit. I am so glad I did. What a wonderful and memorable time we had. We sat at the kitchen table and poured over picture after picture. In those moments time melted away and my mom was able to relive the " good old days" with my father and their babies. Most of the photos were taken over 60 years ago. My mom said those years were some of the happiest times of her life. The afternoon flew by and we finally wrapped things up and said our goodbyes with a promise to get together again. I hope we do. My mother is 86 years old now and I treasure each day with her. I took copies of as many photo as I could with my I-pad.
It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words,
In 1970 at the age of 16, my older sister taught me how to crochet. She and her friends were making crocheted belts at the time and I wanted to be a part of it. The belts were colorful and funky, the kind that kids of my era were wearing with their faded out, hip hugging jeans. The belts were "catching on" and soon my sister began selling them to some of my high school classmates. The extra cash came in handy. The art of crochet had made a comeback during the 70s and was popular once again; it was a cool thing to do. Some people began making over sized shoulder bags while the more daring were crocheting bikinis and everything in between. It was the time of Peace, Love and Rock n Roll. It was also the time I realized my own love of creative art. This interest was bound to come naturally to me as it did for my own mother and hers as well. My grandmother was an avid needle worker and especially loved to crochet. I remember her telling me that in the early 1940s during WWII, she began making and selling crocheted baby layettes in the restaurant across the street from her home in Bucksport Maine. The extra money helped supplement her meager family income. Her little crocheted sets were displayed in the window of the restaurant bearing a price tag of a whopping $5.00 each. The sets included a sweaters, a bonnet and a pair of booties. She told me they were easy to make and they sold quite well. My grandmother passed away over 20 years ago now and my mom gave me her crochet supplies; i.e. yarn, hooks and patterns. Since then it has been my intention to try my own hand at recreating one of the sets she might have made so long ago. I wanted to see for myself how this time consuming effort could ever be profitable. So, armed with a few skeins of yarn from my stash, a hook and pattern, not to mention sheer determination I tried. I made this little crochet set below from a vintage pattern line from the 40s, not unlike one my grandmother would have made. I gotta tell ya, It took me forever to complete and I would never be able to sell it for what it is worth it, especially if I were to include labor. The good news is I don't have to, but my grandmother did. Many people back then thought her sets were worth $5.00 but not me, I know better. .....
I may have been the last person in the world to join Pinterest. I figured the last thing I needed was another project to take me away from my commitment of finally finishing the things I had already started. But join I did this crafty, social media craze on the recommendation of a co-worker. Before I knew it I was hooked. This was a procrastinators dream come true. Here at my fingertips was a plethora of projects that I was sure to start and not finish. Recipes I knew I wouldn't try and books I would never read. Like everyone else I began creating my own boards and pinning all of things I loved. It wasn't long before I started my Christmas list of things I would make for my loved ones. I even perused family boards for ideas I knew they would like. After all if it was pinned to their board then they certainly wanted it. Of the dozens of pins that I collected and planned on executing, I only managed to finish three. Yes you read it right....three!
Two infinity scarves for my daughter and daughter-in -law and a sweater jacket for my grandson Drew. The sweater jacket wasn't completed on time so will be late (as usual) as I just sewed on the last button today. Once again my lofty ambitions were not realized.
It is said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.......
Well, I guess I know where I am headed....
at least it will be warmer than today's temperature!
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys.
(lyric, Puff the Magic Dragon)
We all know that I don't have to look far for an excuse not to finish a project. Any one will do. With the holidays fast approaching I find myself sidetracked once again. You see my 3 year old grandson Grant has requested a green dragon costume with orange spikes for Halloween. How could I say no? I couldn't, even though I had just begun making progress with my latest unfinished project; the "Tee Shirt Bag". Yes the "Tee Shirt Bag".( my 2008 grand idea to turn special old tee shirts into pocketbooks. Laugh now but when you see my old Three Dog Night concert tee shirt transformed into a funky messenger bag you too will scour your closet and drawers in search of the perfect tee to do the same. ) That said, I quickly abandoned the bag and went to work on the costume. I have loved every minute that I have spent sewing that costume. The bright green fleece with orange trim will be colorful and warm for Halloween night. Grant's excitement is uncontainable and so is mine. I can't wait to see it on him.
Lets face it, life is too short, kids grow too fast and