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Weekly Photo Challenge: One Shot in Two Ways

 

Smoky Mountains 2013 149

Smoky Mountains 2013 150

My recent trip to the Smokey Mountains resulted in these beautiful shots of the clouds over the peaks. The best part was driving through the misty clouds on twisty-turny roads up and down the Tennessee and North Carolina Smokeys. Clearly, this is an example of why they are called the “Smokey Mountains”.

 

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Stitches of Love

The only gift is a portion of thyself.”  

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I put off opening my Christmas gifts until everyone had finished opening theirs.  A pile of brightly wrapped packages sat on the floor around me.  I had to be careful not to crush the boxes with the legs of the rocking chair. Basking in the happiness of watching my grandson yelp and scream as he opened his toys, I patiently waited.

When it was my turn, I opened all the little gifts first.  I received a bottle of my favorite perfume, a gift card to buy books, and a lavender-scented candle. Then there was a massive box. This was a gift from my mother and it had rested under my Christmas tree and had teased me for weeks.

When I was a little girl, the anticipation of Christmas morning drove me crazy.  Often, I peeled the tape off one of my packages to see what was hidden inside. My family has teased me since and they take care to tape my gifts extra tight alleviate the temptation.  What they do not realize is that now, I relish the anticipation.  Being surprised is better than knowing.  This package, I noticed, was lacking the usual amount of tape.  Maybe my mom had begun to believe that I no longer cheated and peeked at my gifts.

I picked up the huge box and set it on my lap. I tilted the rocking chair back a bit to arrange the box so I could open it.  I knew it must be something good, because my son-in-law was standing ready to snap pictures. My mom had called twice to see if I had opened my gifts, yet.  Anxiously, I pulled open the box and the contents spilled out across my lap.

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As I palmed the beautifully stitched quilt, tears began to form.  The fabric was soft and smelled new.  The colors, bound superbly together, were perfect.  All of my favorite shades of blue and white joined with just a touch of yellow. It was a bright and sunny cover. However, what made me hiccup in tearful happiness, were the daisies. They were interwoven in the quilting and in the fabric. They told me that my mom loved me.

I know that my mom shopped for months to find the perfect fabrics and colors for my quilt.  Every winter, she takes a month-long trip and visits quilt stores all over the country.  My quilt is made from fabric from Arizona, Texas, California, to name just a few stops my mother made. She thought about me for days when she was shopping, cutting, sewing, and binding. She put her heart and soul into every stitch with only me in mind as she was creating.  What could possibly be more special?

Not only did my mom make me an heirloom quilt for Christmas, she also gave me a piece of herself.  My king-sized creation warms me at night, but more importantly, it warms my heart every time I think about the time and thought that went into making it.  It is truly a piece of art that I will treasure, forever.  The quilt is one of my favorite things, and it holds stitches of motherly love in every fiber.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And on the Eighth Day, God Created Nail Clippers

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I have at least 100 pairs of nail clippers!  Well, I am exaggerating a little; however, I did find 7 pairs as I was cleaning this week.  Why, you ask, do I have so many pairs of clippers? Well, maybe I wanted one for every toe. Who is to say?

Anyway, as I was collecting them and putting each pair in the drawer where I keep the nail clippers, I could not help but wonder if they would be there the next time I needed them.  I believe that is one of the reasons I have so many.  Whenever a pair was needed, I would hunt and hunt.  Finally, I would just go out and buy a new pair.  I am sure that the maker of nail clippers has made a bundle off me.

It seems that the original inventor of nail clippers is unknown, but a guy named Valentine Fogerty has the first patent for an improved version in 1875.  Then, a man named William C. Edge (hmmm…interesting name) improved the clippers again in 1876.  I guess these things keep getting better, and every few years we can expect a new and improved version.  This is good; because I am sure, I will need a new pair as soon as I misplace the old pairs.

Why are they called pairs, anyway?  It is not as though I am getting two of them.  Both sides of the clippers must work together.  I suppose one can think of them as a married couple. Two individuals, who work together at the same time to make a life together. Married couples are called pairs, so maybe that is why nail clippers are named pairs.

These pairs come in so many different sizes.  I have a giant pair that I could have melted down to make a whole set of sterling silverware. Then I have a teeny-weenie pair that you would use for a baby and every size in between.  I guess if there was a toenail emergency I would be ready.

These items are a necessity for every household.  Moreover, they can act as a stand-in for situations other than for clipping nails.  I have used them to cut the thread when I was sewing, to trim the fringe on the old towels, and to splice speaker wire before they were wireless. I probably should keep the nail clippers in my toolbox, and then I would know where they were when they were needed.

A life without nail clippers would be a sad one.  People would be walking around with long, spindly toenails like those that you see on Ripley’s Believe it or Not. Yuck!  I guess I just need to put a tracker system on my personal nail clippers so I do not lose them.  I wonder how other people are able to keep track of their nail clippers. Do any of my readers have a suggestion? Please help.

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30 Days of Gratitude

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Day Ten:

Senseless Acts of Beauty: What is your favorite piece of artwork, and why?

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