I am so excited to announce that we have grandworms and are expecting more soon! Yes, yes I know that I am weird and probably need therapy, but I am super excited! Our compost is doing great! We poured it all out and went through it Saturday to make sure that our worms had not outgrown their home.
There were a bunch of these in there!
There were only a few of these at the moment.
Seriously it is super easy to keep these guys.
All is well on the compost front. Check out the color of that dirt. It’s super fertile. When our plants need food we will sprinkle this natural miracle grow and keep on truckin’. Have a great day!
So yea I’m trying to see if I have a green thumb or a black thumb. Matt and I moved into our present house in May last year and were so exhausted from working, going to school, and getting the house fixed up to be moved into that we neglected an already neglected flower bed. Whew! That was a mouth full huh?
Anyway, I made a mistake and didn’t take before pics. Shame on me huh? This poor flower bed that someone had loved at one time or another had been neglected for God only knows how long. The idea was to get out there and just weed it. Ummm… think again Shalah! I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
First off we noticed that a rather large colony of ants had moved in. Had to get rid of them. Once we did the deed we then started to pull up the weeds that had gathered around the bulbs. We then noticed that…well the bulbs were sitting on top of the dirt. The dirt that the colony had used for their fortress was on the other side of the bed. There was also a concrete fence thing that I had ran over twice with the lawn mower the year before because it had sunk so far down in the dirt that I couldn’t see where it began and where it ended. I looked at Matt and he looked at me. We both rolled our eyes. I said, “We are going to have to dig this whole thing up aren’t we”. With a crooked smile he said, “Yep sure are.”
So we started to gently dig around the roots of our bulbs. And dig some more. And more. Before we knew it we had a 5 gallon bucket full of bulbs! Once again I did not take a lot of pics. I have one of the bulbs though:
Seriously these bulbs were huge though! They had been there awhile I could tell. Many of them had several knobs on them to be separated and planted. We have given some away to 4 people and still have an abundance of these mystery bulbs. You see I’m not really sure what kind of flower these suckers produce. I think they are bearded irises but I really don’t know. So for now they will be dubbed ‘Mystery Bulbs’. (Thanks for that lovely title Brandi Heath.)
If so then I am super excited! I seem to remember a purple flower popping up last year…I have been told by a student of mine (Rebecca Gerrard) that they bloom in June. So we shall see. Either way I am excited to see them!
Ok back to the digging. Once we had all of the bulbs extracted, we could work a little faster. We pulled up the fencing and raked up the rest of the weeds. Oh by the way, ever wonder why it’s so hard to kill a brier bush? Check this guy out:
Yea that’s why. That thing is huge and that’s only part of it! Here is the other part:
After all of that, the bed was clean. But it was more a a hole than a bed. We went to ACE Hardware and bought potting soil that has fertilizer in it and red mulch. Did I mention there was a rose bush in the middle of the flower bed? It was getting the life choked out of it by all of those bulbs. I’m not a huge fan of roses honestly but I seem to remember these were little ones and very pretty so why not? Anyway, we filled in the hole with the soil and made it a sort of raised flower bed. Then planted some of the bulbs back around the edges. I didn’t want to choke out the rose bush. I had also been given some new bulbs by Rebecca so I planted them too. I think they are daffodils.
After planting them we spread the red mulch over the bed and then watered the new, revitalized flower bed:
Once again no pics but I had 3 adorable little helpers that day. Alex, Ava, and Jackson Gale. My niece and nephews. Much better huh? I promise to do better with photos. 🙂
Merry Christmas Eve all! My husband and I have been busy getting all of our Christmas goodies make and put into their respective tins. It has become our tradition to do these things on Christmas Eve and I have to say it is my favorite time of the whole year. But I had to take time out to make a Christmas Eve outfit right?
This one is perfect our Christmas Eve service tonight! Wanna know why? Well folks I have to tell ya…GA sux this time of year sometimes. It’s not a white Christmas Eve it’s a blue one! It has rained for two days here and instead of getting cold it has gotten warmer! What the heck?! So this one is perfect because it’s blue and the fabric is light and airy. Which helps on a GA muggy day.
Oh well time to make the best of it. First I laid it folded flat, creased down the middle, and back. Then I made an angled chop down the skirt.
Then I used a rolled hem in white to finish my raw edges, threw on a belt, necklace, leggings, and boots! The end result?
A very easy , interesting, and different refash for my Christmas Eve. Have a Merry one all!
Recently Matt and I moved to Macon. Well just outside of Macon. I took a full time position at Central Georgia Technical College May 1st. Matt works in Macon and goes to school there so why not right? Anyway if you know anything about Macon then you will know what I mean by saying there are some crazy folks that live there! Well on that note, I wanted to share with you a humble moment that I had on the way home Thursday evening.
There he was again. A skinny, dread locked, bearded, crazy, African American man walking up Eisenhower Parkway. I had seen him before. He would dance himself up the street and at times looked next to himself and carry on a conversation with an invisible friend many times laughing at some joke they had shared. I just shook my head normally and frowned in disgust. “This dude needs to be locked away at Central State Hospital for sure!” I would think to myself. One day he danced so hard he almost fell into oncoming traffic! Seriously he needs to be locked away before he gets killed!
Thursday kind of changed my thinking. The sun was blazing through my window and was blinding me even with my sunglasses on. The tinted windows of my car didn’t help much. There he was again. But this time he looked right at me, smiled, and bobbed his head in greeting. He went on about his merry little way oblivious to the shock that ran through me. “What if that were me, Shalah?” I heard His voice say. “What if that were an Angel in disguise? Would you laugh Me to scorn?” Tears immediately started to form. I remembered then another time that I had seen this man. He was dancing but his dance was different. He was bending down and throwing his hands in the air with a glorious smile on his face as if in worship.
My friends, I am ashamed. Ashamed of my first thought being an ugly one. What if he were God Himself in disguise? An Angel of the Lord? What right do I have to scorn him. True he could just be a crazy man strung out on drugs or drunk. But who am I to judge him? Or assume anything about him? I do not know from where he comes. I do not know his story. But I do know that he blessed my soul that day. I will not be so quick to judge.
So, as you can see, I am totally getting over whatever funk I was in and my creative juices are beginning to flow once more! I’m telling you Milledgeville people, if ya haven’t gone to Maranatha Thrift store on Allen Memorial Drive you are missing out! Another $2 score coming your way:
So this one caught my eye right away. I love earthy tones and doesn’t this just scream tribal to you? No? Just me? Anybody?
Earthy tones go with just about anything and can be worn year around. This little deal is very comfortable but as you can see doesn’t fit me very well and is plain. Let the magic begin! (Picture me waving my magic wand. It’s more fun that way. hee hee hee.)
Once again this refashion was inspired by a student of mine. She got very excited about the print. She decided very quickly that this should be a skirt for sure! Check out the slit in the side right? Poor thing. She doesn’t know my hate for skirts does she? Tsk Tsk. But what the heck? Maybe she was right?
So I chopped the top off, folded the raw edges over to create a casing for some elastic.
I finished it and whatdaya know?
I might have to rethink my dislike of skirts. I am in love with this one!
Yes, yes I know! Not much to this one huh? Except there is so much just not working out! It’s big, it’s frumpy, it’s sad, it’s boring….blah, blah, blah! But come on. You know me by now right?
So what inspired me to get this one was the lace at the top. I am loving vintage style clothing and lace. The color is nice too.
First I got rid of those sleeves leaving raw edges which I promptly hemmed. That still wasn’t enough though. It was way to big and way to long. So I took it in and cut the length. I threw in a hem and I was done. Yup yup done. I took the left over from the bottom of the skirt and used it as a sash. Check it out:
I love refashioning clothes! Have you refashioned anything lately? If so please share! I would love to see your creations. Goodnight.
Positive? What?! But I thought? No way!! I started shaking. My heart stopped for a moment I swear. I’m going to be a Mom! I started laughing then crying! If ya coulda seen me you woulda thought I’d lost my mind! I called my doctor immediately for a blood test. “I’m not going to tell Matt until I know for sure” I said to myself. Yea right! I called him on the way to the Doctor. I know, I know not very creative! But I just couldn’t wait! We had the results within the hour. A definite yes! My HCG levels were 80. She said that was good and that judging by the calendar and my levels I was about 4 weeks pregnant. She wanted to see me in 48 hours to make sure those levels were going up.
Matt met me for lunch and we sat staring at each other in shock. Remember, the nurse had said that this month was a no go! But here we were expecting our first little miracle. We told our parents in person. Mama squealed and daddy cried. His daddy cried and his mom squealed. My brother Jon was the first sibling to find out on my side. He called in the middle of tears and squealing. Matt’s sister Jessica was the first sibling to find out on his side. She also called at the right time. Spidey senses I think. 😉 The nieces and nephews were super excited to have another cousin! We proceeded to tell the world! We were flooded with well wishes and excitement that could be felt tangibly! This baby was so loved and was barely the size of a grit. I could not believe how many people came forward and told us that they had prayed for us and hoped for us. I was and am eternally humbled.
Thursday came and I went in proudly for my blood work. The staff was as excited as I was. You have to understand that they don’t always get news like this. Many men and women leave and never become parents. I was humbled and thankful and…wait what was this? Suddenly I stopped and realized something that has changed my life forever. All of that bitterness and anger that I had felt for so long was…gone. Completely. In it’s place was joy, unspeakable, and full of glory. God had heard. Tears came and I bowed my head and prayed a prayer that I never thought I would pray. Thanksgiving to the God that had created me and was even now forming my precious little one. Wow.
About two hours later the nurse called back. “Shalah, I’m so sorry but I don’t have very good news. Your levels have plateaued. When this happens it means that you will probably miscarry. You need to come back Sunday for another blood test.” What? No way! No, no, NOOOO! This can’t be happening! As quickly as that joy had come it left and in it’s place was fear. Fear ugly and tormenting. I called Matt and told him. When he came home he broke. I had no tears. I was scrambling for hope. He cried for a long time. We held each other.
Sunday came and somberly we went to the Doctor’s office again. One stick and she was done. She looked at us sadly and said she would let us know as soon as the results came back. The odd thing was that I felt fine. No spotting, no cramping, nothing. We got home and piddled around the house waiting. The call came and the moment of truth was upon us. The only hope we had was that my levels had gone back up. They hadn’t. They had gone down to 47. I was actively miscarrying and there was nothing to be done.
I fell to my knees and screamed in denial! No, no, NOOOOO!!! My husband met me on the floor where I fell and grabbed me. Tears flowed and I could barely breath. I have never in my life felt such pain and despair. My chest tightened and I felt nausea roll over me. Spots were starting form and for a moment I thought I would pass out completely.
What happened next was the single most powerful thing that I have ever felt. God showed up. He sat down beside me to hold my hand. I looked up as a calm that only He can give came over me. I knew what had to be done. I took my husband’s hand, placed it over my womb and prayed.
“Thank you Father. Thank you for this amazing gift that you have given us. I praise you and thank you. Now, Father, I am giving this gift back to you right now. Take my sweet baby and hold him/her where I can’t. Love this sweet baby until I can meet him/her in Heaven one day. I give you this baby.” At that very moment I felt the baby’s spirit leave my body and my creator, his/her Creator, took him/ her home.
Is it over? No. Is the pain gone? No way! Are there days when I still break down in sorrow and anger? Yeppers. But God is with me. He holds my hand. He healed my spirit. He gave me life. The baby was a spark of hope and joy that we had lost sight of through our struggles.
We named the baby Keagan, it means ‘Small Fire’. 🙂
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