He covers us with His wings

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth
shall be thy shield and buckler." Psalms 91:4 (KJV)

By: Todd Tomasella

A Special Gift

Yesterday in the mail, I received a package, from a friend, that I wasn't expecting. She had mentioned sending some fabric, but it was a small package, and I thought, certainly she would have sent more than this!!! So, I was perplexed, but never being one to leave a package unopened :) I tore into it and pulled out this beautiful, lovely pair of Gingher scissors!!!!!

It was an appreciation/birthday gift two very special friends sent to me. I was, and am still so touched by this gift, that every time I look at them, I'm overcome with emotion. They had heard me mention in a conversation that I wanted to get a second pair of Ginghers, so when I sent in the pair I have for sharpening, I would not be without my Ginghers!!!! And so they went together and bought this for me, and I'm thrilled and tickled pink and speechless all at once! :) I had to share it with you.

Did you read this post about Jane in Nairobi?

http://sewingfantaticdiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/sewing-her-way-out-of-poverty.html

That's the link to the post Carolyn wrote, I REALLY encourage you  to go read it, whether you sew or not. There was an article in the New York Times about Jane, a woman living in Nairobi, who has changed her life for the better by sewing for others. It's Very interesting and at the end, gives the info needed if you'd like to help her.

Finally - an interesting Project Runway!

Boy I don't know about you other PR watchers, but this season has been SO boring. I've watched every episode of every season, probably multiple times. (I have it on while sewing) This season, really none of the designers stick in my mind except Bert and Anya. I think there is something fishy about Anya - or else she is a sewing savant. (is that the word I want?) and Bert, probably cause he's my age.

But really, I find myself leaving the room when I'm playing it back on Friday morning, forgetting it's on.

This newest episode was the most interesting - I wonder what Mike would say if asked those same questions? Not that I'd want to walk down the runway, I'm not a runway walker - more like a runway hobbler...lol But it makes me wonder if I have a defined style or do I just throw on whatever is clean and hanging in the closet.

In my mind I have a defined style - but I don't think I have any clothes like that. How come? I don't know. I love retro and vintage. I love Renaissance style, or 1850's long swishy skirts :) but I like the 50's and 40's just as well. I like feminine  clothes, with little bits of ruffle (not big ones) kind of flowy blouses made from silk. I like a lot of the heirloom sewing details - but only using one or two of them on a garment, not a lot of them. So.... how come I don't have any clothes like this?

Well, how do you wear Renaissance style, in this year? Without looking like a lost actor in search of a theater?

It's got me thinking that's for sure! Here's my Inspiration Board on Pinterest and here are a few pics from my Inspiration Folder on my computer -

Do you know what your style is? Do you wear it?

Remembering...

In my parents generation, the question was always "Where were you when JFK was shot?" In my generation it is and will be, "Where were you on 9/11?"

I can remember exactly where I was, what we were doing.....
It was the one morning when I was actually sleeping late. I think in Idaho it was about 8:30 or so - typically I was an early riser, usually up by six. My phone rang and it was my daughter, crying and saying something about towers and how they said it wouldn't fall. She couldn't believe I wasn't watching TV. I ran out to the living room and turned on the news and couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I was just in time to see the second plane hit the second tower. I was horrified. We didn't know yet it was an attack, we thought a pilot must have made a grave error, passed out or died and ended up hitting one of the towers, but when the second plane hit the remaining tower, it was still incomprehensible. Who attacks the USA? Who would wake the sleeping giant?

All day we watched horrified as other news stories came in of another plane hitting government offices, and one in a field. We learned later the passengers had fought back. Hero's every one of them. It was not something we could understand, but it was happening right before our eyes.

My kids came over. I think all families came together as much as they could, we all needed each other, needed some normalcy in this world that had gone crazy.

And for one or two days our government was united in their purpose. Nobody attacks America and lives to tell about it. Nobody instigates an attack on America and remains a free man.

That night our church held service in the city park, where anybody who wanted to join in, could. There was very little preaching, but much singing and praying. We cried, and prayed, we sang and we prayed.

In a few hours our lives and our country had changed forever. Ordinary people turned into hero's and first responders gave no thought to their own lives, only those they could save. I salute each and every one of you, paying you my utmost respect, and pray that you are still with us.

Where were you on 9/11?