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Vintage-Style Crochet Angel Dishcloth or Bath Poof


All right.  Let’s all say “awwwww” together just to get it out of the way.  After my Dad died, I got downright compulsive about crocheting these little cuties.  I found the pattern in a little booklet I had, and I just fell in love with it.  I’ve made enough (and can always make more) to offer on my Etsy store here:  https://www.etsy.com/listing/183046091/vintage-style-crochet-angel-dishcloth?ref=sr_gallery_2&ga_search_query=crochet+angel+dishcloth&ga_ship_to=US&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery

The angel is made of 100% cotton crochet thread and comes with a printed blessing making it a perfect gift for a wedding shower, housewarming or a just-because gift to let that special someone know they are being loved and prayed for.  Custom colors are available.

The Fourth of July, Texas, Fireworks, Tannerite, Big Guns, Blowtorches, Crochet, Kids, Sensory Issues and Down Syndrome

Wow.  How do I even start?

Yes, our Texas Hill Country Forth of July was made up of all of the above elements:  Fireworks, tannerite, blowtorches, crochet, kids, sensory issues and Down syndrome.  That was just between 8:30 and 10:30 at night.  I can’t even remember the rest of the day, so I’ll stick to that time frame.  I’ll be posting all week about the different elements that made up our Hill Country Fourth of July.

Yeah, I know, other than Friday’s post you haven’t heard from me for a while.  So either I’ll continue on this bipolar, manic depressive (this would be the manic side) rant for the next week or I’ll make a liar out of myself.

First I’d like to say yes, there were two accidents (as in fireworks not acting the way they are supposed to); and no, nobody got hurt.

We have a little tradition the last few years of spending our Fourth of July setting off and watching fireworks with a particular family.  They have 9 kids, although all of them are older than my remaining kids at home.  All but one are usually present for the Fourth of July.

The Fourth of July 2013 was no different, and we loaded up the back of the Suburban with our $50 worth of fireworks and our 6 remaining kids and drove to our friends’ house for the big show. (No, we haven’t lost the other kids, it’s just they’re actually out on their own these days.)

The first thing I noticed when we arrived was the trailer.  And what was in the trailer?  What else would be in the trailer on the Fourth of July but fireworks?  Lots and lots of fireworks.  You just can’t claim to be a Texan if you don’t blow something up on the 4th.

We said our hellos, a couple plates got loaded up with food, and the organization and inventory of the fireworks commenced.  The guys were looking serious, time for this gal to grab her crochet bag and get out of the way.  Yeah, I’m nerdy like that.

The bombs started bursting in air before it was even pitch black.  Talk about grown men acting like children!  They huddled around the loot rubbing their hands together like they’d just popped the lid on a treasure chest, calculating the best location to set each rocket in, what the trajectory was going to be, what order to detonate things in.  We’re not just talking a few poppers and smoke bombs here, we had the full meal deal!  And can I take the opportunity to offer some advice here?  Some things in life (fireworks included) really are best viewed from afar.  Even at a safe distance in our folding chairs, we ladies were blinded by the sparks and flashes of each explosion.  Really, some of them were too bright to be viewed straight on.  My favorite definitely were the fireworks that flew high above us before showering down their shooting stars.  After growing up in Houston, it’s almost surreal to be hanging out with friends and making our own firework display on the Fourth of July.  Definitely one of those “I’m so glad I’m raising my kids in the country moments”!

More to come in the days ahead, so, make sure you’ve clicked the follow button so my posts will show up in your email, set the coffee maker for the week, and hold on to your cowboy hats.  It’s gonna be a fun ride!