apron strings

.....lovely things----they keep your apron protecting your pretty clothes....they provide a lovely bow on your backside....
.....My mom came for 10 days---we had a lovely visit. She paired my socks and cleaned the top of my dryer....she fussed over how busy i am and if i am happy....she ordered pizza delivery (we never do pizza delivery!) My sister, Eden (this is her helping to set up for Jasmine's baby shower during the holidays) brought mom up from Austin area and the three of us goofed around for 2 1/2 days----thru an ice storm----doing wedding invitations and corsages...it was lovely....here is a picture of some of the flowers we did.... Tiny tiny roses....too girly? hmmmm...not sure...but i guess for a wedding....then again...when else would someone be wearing a bouttoniere?

another bouttoniere---check that spelling, merf.....anyway---we did a variety of them so the guys can choose one that they like...it looks bigger than it is---the flowers are tiny.

my mom did this next one---she is amazing---has done the flowers for all of her daughters' weddings...many many years ago....love the color combination....and I take credit for the pink ribbon addition...Lyric's colors are pastels---full palette...it will be beautiful.

Eden made this one---her first time doing this kind of stuff---she did a great job! back to apron strings----the ties that bind.....comfort food....comfort people. My mom is a comfort person....Eden is a comfort person. I treasure these apron strings that have held for so many years and across so many miles. I find that I dont have "hang-out" friends in my life---and I am lacking because of it....my sisters and daughters are my best friends....but they are far away----and my daughters dont need a friend and a mom----so i'd prefer to retain the mom part....I love my mom as my mom.
apron strings----i'm trying very hard to be a big girl and let go....but it goes against the grain and i hate missing out on things....even if i only think i am missing out on things...but i have to try to let my daughters be big girls and be themselves and live their lives....its good for them...

but not for me.