My Day at Lego Discovery Center

I know this isn’t needlework related but it was so cool I just have to share it.

About a week ago, my grandson was asked (actually he signed up and was chosen. He is one of 25 children ages 9-12 years of age out of over 100 that signed up) to be part of the Lego Guinness World Record attempt (and they did it! 🙂 )Here’s a story about it:  or

AND he asked me if I would like to go with him and his father…How can you refuse an invite like this!? There was one small hitch; we had to be at Lego Discovery Center at 5:15 A.M.

I went and I’m so glad I did, it was not only great for him but I had the best time too! How often do you get to go to Lego and have the whole place almost to yourself?  While my grandson was in a room breaking a world record I got to walk around the Lego displays and take it all in and snap a few pictures too. It was like having the entire place to myself and it was just too cool!

My mother used to say I was a bird and lived in a tree; I told my kids this when special things happened to them and now they tell their kids this too. And guess what.. that bird is at Lego land… he must be ours!

Our Lego Discovery Center has a room with our town built in Legos…I was like a kid in a toy store…look here, look here and there too…it was so-o-o-o cool. The Power and Light building even had the changing color top I remembered from my childhood. The Plaza is decorated with working Christmas lights for the holidays, the Nelson Art Gallery, the new Kaufman Music Center, the Catholic Cathedral complete with gold spire, Train station, Liberty Memorial and so much more. All our sports centers are built, Starlight Theater, President Truman’s home and even the Land of Oz. and the room changes from daylight to nighttime with fireworks over the one of the sport stadiums. Lego cars drive on the streets, a Lego train runs through town, a boat floats down the river, fountains have water, and …I think no matter how many times you are lucky enough to visit you will see something new.

And there were Lego figures of people, animals, pictures and even benches. I just couldn’t get over how really amazing this place is in the relatively small area it is built. I won’t load all the pictures here but you can look  at My flicker account if you want  see our early morning at Lego Discovery Center. Try links below or click on icon to the right: or

Now I am going to get some work completed, take a nap, and stitch the evening away. I’ve had a great day and it’s only 3 o’clock in the afternoon!

Thank you for stopping by and I hope you have time to stitch today!

Let’s try this again…

I know March 29th was my last post…Seven months without a post, not good. Lotta water has flown under my bridge since then. BUT I want to take this first post to thank all of you who kept checking in to see if I had dropped off the face of the planet and thanks to everyone who wrote notes. I know I have been gone for a long, long time but life changed this spring, summer and now fall. First in March I had an infection and had bad reactions to the medications; then in April I had double pneumonia, and I thought I was never going to feel the same again.  I had commitments to teachers who were busy writing instructions for great new designs; and my house was one big dust bunny and I felt lousy. I really became overwhelmed and sometimes depressed.

Our oldest grandson, who had lived with us most of his life, had decided to spread his wings and fly on his own. So I mentioned to the family that Dad I were getting older, the house was too big for us and I was too tired to keep up a big house and do what I wanted to do.  Within a month of this our oldest son came to us with a proposition. His family was shrinking too…his oldest son is in the Navy, second son graduated from high school and only two left at home (one in high school the other middle school). He has always loved this house and it has been the family homestead for many years…my parents had bought this home in the 60’s, my grandmother lived here, we moved back to help my mother in the 90’s and added on to the house, all the boys have lived here at one time or another………………. What would we think about combining households? Well, after the initial shock and the realization that we have seldom been empty nesters; talking it over with the other sons (Their reaction was …well at least we won’t have to take care or the two old _arts); it was decided to combine households. A logical solution but no easy task…we spent the summer rearranging and regrouping. We had two garage sales, and still have a basement full of generations of stuff but are sorting through it slowly but surely.

With summer over, we thought life was calming down and getting back to “our normal” but Mike (DH) decided that life was too slow and decided to throw a little heart problem into our mix. So one cardiac cath and stint later we are back on track. We are settled into a routine of sorts and maybe life will calm down.

I have spent several days reflecting over the past few months…lots of changes! Many good friends are no longer with us; other friends have had major changes in their lives also and Mike and I are embarking on a new phase of our lives. I really feel that the changes in our life are for the good and the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages.  My house is cleaner, I don’t cook unless I want to do it, and my yard has never looked better (despite the hot summer and drought we experienced this summer). I am a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason” and “God does not shut one door without opening another.” Yes, I’m an optimist looking through pessimistic glasses…need to cover all my bases.

AND I did get to stitch this summer, didn’t do much in April and May but have been stitching off and on when I have.  I have lots to share and will try and get back to blogging regularly soon. Thank you again to all who have dropped in to see if I have posted anything and until the next time …

Thank you for stopping by and I hope you have time to vote today! Freedom is a privilege, not a right and we exercise that privilege by voting. And after you vote come home and stitch the day away!


Sh-h-h, I am back

Sh-h-h-h, I am trying to stage a blog come back. You know what I learned about complaining…it can get worse. I thought May was the pits but June was no bed of roses either and now July started off with a bang.

Remember our house guests? My second son, Hugh and his wife Anne, who were living with us, were preparing to move into their new home June 1st. On May 31 about 1:00 AM, I heard them leave the house and figured they were going to their new house to look around. I went to sleep. Next morning, I heard someone come in the front door and Anne told me they had been at the hospital all night. They had been on there way to bed when he complained that he felt like he could not get his breath, his arms felt heavy and he was light headed, but no sharp pains. Anne decided to go have it checked out at the emergency room and Hugh did not argue. They did an EKG and no heart damage or heart attack showed up but since they were already at the hospital the doctor decided to keep him and run a stress test in the morning. To make a long story short, he flunked the stress test (lasted 1 minute 45 seconds), could not have do balloon angioplasty or use a stint because of the location of the blockages and so on June 2 he had triple bypass heart surgery. Then he could not get his oxygen levels back to normal, so he was in the hospital 2 weeks.

But Hugh and Anne have good friends and family and they helped them move into their house while Hugh was in the hospital. The mother in me wanted him to come home so I could hover but since he is 39 yrs old I knew he would be happier in his own space and his house was all on one level and better for him. He is doing well now and has no restrictions but still needs to progress slowly. And now a few words from my soap box…


His doctors told him this was all a result of his smoking. He did not have heart disease or high cholesterol…it is all because he smoked. He has been a textbook case from beginning to end and that he is recovering at a great rate. He has no diet restrictions, is not doing a typical heart rehab, and has stopped smoking.

I really feel so blessed that he had moved back to his hometown and was here when this happened. Here he had friends and family to support him and Anne. If he had still been in Louisiana or had ignored the symptoms, this could be a very different post.

And this was just the first two weeks of June…

There were three teachers biting their finger nails hoping I had not forgotten their instructions needed to be completed for pilot classes. So three sets of instructions later I thought June was looking better, but the month wasn’t over yet… 

Phone call from western Kansas from youngest son, Edward. He and his family are moving back home immediately and can he stay at our house for a week starting July 5th. He is starting a new job and his family is going to pack up the house and they will move this week-end. Luckily, their house never sold and they will have a roof over their heads. Even if they wan to move they have a place to rest their heads until they find a new adobe.

Okay, come on home. The sheets are clean and the guest room dusted. So Edward has been with us this week, I hardly knew he was here and today he is going back to western Kansas to pack up and move back home.

So even though it has been less than a perfect month, there is good news…This mother has all her chicks (3 sons, their wives and children) all here in their and our hometown. How fortunate can I be…how often in this day and age do you get lucky enough to have all your family close to you?  I am so blessed!

Oh yes, I did stitch during this time. This was my sanity keeper otherwise I would have been in the psyche ward…I’ll post a few as time permits.

Thanks for continuing to check in on me and I am sorry for the absence but there are only so many hours in a day and I do like to sleep occasionally. Thank you to all of you who blog regularly… I kept up with all of you through your blogs and read them regularly. They made me feel connected. Thank you.


Happy Mother’s Day!

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and I want to wish all Mother’s a Happy Day. May you spend it, doing just what you like to do best. I envy all of you who will have time to stitch, I might get to put a stitch or two in tomorrow evening if I am lucky.

We are celebrating with a graduation (one of three) with one of our Grandsons, a daughter-in-law’s birthday, another Grandson’s birthday and Mother’s Day. Family is important and I take great pride in the fact that if I were not a Mother none of this would be happening in my life.

Happy Mother’s Day!


It’s May!

Before everyone thinks I have dropped out of blogging I thought I should explain.

It is May!

Unlike Camelot, where everyone frolics in the meadow singing:

“Tra la! It’s May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev’ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It’s here!
That shocking time of year…”

 Blissful is not a word I would use to describe this month; shocking is more like it!  I am running from pillar to post like the Mad Hatter. “I’m late; I’m late for a very important date.”  I think I even passed myself on the street the other day wearing the same outfit.

 We have house guests for two months; one of our three sons, Hugh and Anie, 2 dogs and 2 cats have moved in with us until their house is ready sometime around June 1. Even with the added confusion, it is great because Hugh is a great cook. I love it when he starts looking around my kitchen or comes in carrying grocery sacks…it means some culinary delight is about to appear.

 I am working on teacher projects between May Day celebrations, graduations (and all the other days leading up to these events), birthdays and getting Grandson tested and enrolled in Junior College. May ranks right up there with December as a busy time of year. So, if you don’t hear from me very often know that I am reading everyone’s blogs when I can squeeze out a few minutes. Barbara Bergsten ( wrote on her blog about where we stitch ( Right now, all I do is think about stitching. I can’t remember the last time I had a needle in my hand…Oh yes; it was on my way to someone’s birthday…I was sewing on a button in the car.

 And after I get my house back, I am going to think about re-organizing my stash in my stitching room. I read Barbara Bergsten’s storing stash ( I always wonder how others organize their stash. Right now, mine is by thread type: Rainbow Gallery silks are in one container sorted by number; Silk n Ivory is in another container, but it is sorted by color. Most of the threads are sorted by type and number. How do you store your stash and why?

Okay, my schedule for the day has changed yet again and I need to be off to the rat races…I am so far behind I look like I am winning the race. I will keep steeling a few minutes to read all your blogs and I will be back soon.


Changing the header

Yesterday, I decided to change the header of my blog.

The train did have significance and sentiment but only to me and did not reflect this blog. My youngest son had set this blog up for me and this was his choice of a picture. His brother, my second son also works for the railroad that sponsors this train so it had significance but mostly sentiment. I always intended to change it but it was another one of those “to-its”. So I put it on my list and now I can cross it off…maybe this list thing isn’t to bad.



Yesterday I was taking the Christmas things hanging on my hall wall and that’s where this picture hangs. I love this needlepoint and the attachments; The attachments were a bracelet that became to fragile to wear from a special friend. I also like it because it was quick and easy to stitch; it is a combination of 6 inchies to make an ATC (Artist Trading Card).




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My hall connects the front of the house to the back of the house. I love this wall, it has a lot of things that I love to look at…it is my eclectic wall and has so many family memories.




calendarThis is “Master Calendar for 112 years”. from 1844 to 1956.It was my father’s and he kept it on his desk at work even after 1956. I keep it accurate only the year is 1909.













A glove stretcher (it was used to dry those cotton gloves we all wore in the 40-50’s)

Antique keys (don’t you wonder what secrets they hold?) and a brass stencil of a tulip, our last name means tuilip.

A zodiac plate from Brazil, and abacus, and my Grandmother’s tea strainer that I still grab to use.

A Mari plate that has so many cracks is looks like a mosaic, but my favorite aunt loved it and I just could not bear to see it thrown away. I hung it up close to ceiling and you would be surprised at the number of people who comment on how pretty it is. Some I show it’s faults, others I just smile to myself and say thanks.

The tree I made in the 80’s during my wood cutting days…there is a walnut angel and pineapple hanging also. We hung the ribbons from the tree during the 1st and 2nd gulf wars. Look at the beads to the left of tree, they were my baby toys. One set is wood and the other the Bakelite, but what is most interesting is both are strung on string and the pieces are small.  Boy what a hazard these are by today’s standards…not to mention that the paint could have lead… and yes they were chewed on.

And the last plate was from my Great Aunt Rose and Aunt Hazels kitchen. These two favorite aunts could make shoe leather taste good. They loved to cook and Thanksgiving at their house was a feast…and meal at their house was a feast. Whenever we have family “get-to-geters”, I look at this plate and know that traditions continue.




And this is my mystery antique. It is metal, the thing on the end is like a spring over the end. It does not bend. It is 3 inches long and 3/4 inch wide at the bow underneath the spring. 

 Anyone know what it is? I’ll tell you Friday. This is a conversation piece when people see it…







 I love my street sign. We were in New Orleans for Carnival (Mardi Gras is only Fat Tuesday) in 1986. We saw 9 parades in three days, it was quite an experience. These signs hang all over the city, each parish had their own sign. This one is from Jefferson Parrish. I wanted one, so I asked the Commander of County Sheriff’s Department how to get one. He looked at me like I was nuts, but gave me his card and told me to write after Carnival was over. I did and he sent this to charge! I can’t believe they didn’t sell them. What a great fund raiser.

I love greeting cards and some are too cool. I frame many greeting cards to hang, it is great inexpensive artwork. If I ever get tired of them I can replace them, so far that has never happened.  These are from Mary Engelbreit, she autographed one for me too. I have three sets of these: this one books, the “good to be the Queen” pair and “Grow old with me” pair.

And of course needlework.


mountain-star1The sunflowers are one of about 12 of these I did for a ANG certification piece I was doing. I stitched them to see which color combinations worked well, and which stitch combinations I liked best. I gave most of them away as Christmas gifts the year I made them.

The gray piece is Mountain Star. I taught this as part of my ANG certification in Denver. I only taught it in pinks or blues but my husband wanted this color for his office.

There’s a lot more hanging there: Family pictures, Pat Buckley Moss prints, Charlie Harper postcards, some original art work, stained glass pieces, my uncle’s horse and camel crop (complete with poker), brass knuckles that belonged to my husbands grandfather. My mother’s last Fuller Brush vegetable brush…she loved these things and we found boxes of them. We just used them up last year except for this one that we hung.  Like I said this is a fun hallway, full of memories and reminders of many generations who made us who we are.

This post got carried away down memory lane, but I can now mark dusting all the pictures and wall off my list. 🙂


Continuation of previouse post

Originally uploaded by sudukc

Sorry about the confussion but I cannot get these pictures to post on WordPress, so I am posting them from my flicker account. This is a pain in the back side since you can only do one picture per blog.

I had not yet stitched my youngers grandson his birth annoucement…and he’ll be a year old in September. So I took time off and generated a design for him and stitched it before they left for Great Bend. It is at the framers and he will get it for his birthday. I took a picture of it before framing…here it is …

More to come

Somethings just get lost

I can’t believe that it has been another month since I last posted. I am not very good at this yet but maybe life will slow down a bit and I can get a post in here and again. (ED Note: I also have been trying to post this message for the last five days…I cannot seem to upload pictures anymore to here …go figure.)

I have been busy on the computer. I have done three stitch guides for different teachers and I have another to do on my desk. There are some very nice designs that are going to be taught or added to painted canvases.

I have had one son and his family (wife, granddaughter and 2 grandsons) move to Great Bend Kansas. It is four hours southwest of us and I know it is not across the world but it does seem like a long way away. My granddaughter asked her father the other day, “What country did we move to?” (He’d been telling her they were moving to the country.) I relate.

I have been trying to stitch every evening during the Olympics and have several projects in various degrees of completion and then it dawned on me…