Found: Buried treasure! Keep reading, I’ll tell you.

Pertaining to my husband’s project, as so often Dave says, “All it lacks is finishing.”  Progress continues on the bookshelf. Soon you will see his handiwork. Right now, it requires my involvement too.

At the risk of downplaying Dave’s labor, my part is tough. Going throughout the house gathering books and fabric from forgotten places. What a delight to come across long forgotten memories!

Three grocery bags revealed good intentions. Each labeled with my child’s name. Inside were garments along with fabric from things I had made for them. The ongoing issue with a quilter, is the ability to see potential in discarded, outgrown clothes. The plan was to cut them up into a crazy quilt for them, some day. Ruthless, hard decisions must be made. Sorry kids. It ain’t gonna happen. They have been demoted to the ‘get rid of pile.’  

I have never denied loving books. But as I gathered them from all over the house, had no idea there so many. This new addition is going in what used to be my quilt room. My reading material will share space with sewing material. Past comments said I could open a quilt shop. Not really, but there is a lot. Correction. There was a lot, much has been given away. By all appearances more will go.

Old habits die hard. Checking the labels on the girls dresses to see what is washable from the dry clean only, I wonder. Would the granddaughters be interested in their mom’s old clothes? Probably not. But it would be a travesty to not let them see what they may reject. That same logic must be in keeping my wedding gown. One of the girls may wish to wed in it. That did not happen. Speaking of wedding gowns, I think I have my mothers too. A brocade fabric cut in a simple, timeless style.

Right or wrong, we the people seem to feel the need to hold onto things—only for one of our descendants pitch. Such is the cycle of life. With one exception that was mentioned in a previous blog. The letter ‘L.’ It came from my father-in-law’s varsity sweater. I had petitioned you to help me come up with a new name for the room.

I had a couple of good suggestions, but decided on one I had made up myself, with a humorous history. Several years back, Dave had traced my family roots through Ancestry. He came across an ancestor from Great Britian, that was quite prosperous. Among the many hats he wore, he was a banker and shipbuilder.

My logical query was where did his money go, and why was I not informed of his ‘summer castle?’ Unanswered questions remain, but I jokingly told Dave he may call me Lady J. Hence the name of my remodeled room, Lady J’s Lair.