My Latest Sewing Challenge

I decided it was time to enter my sewing creations in the church contest. I had been creating and recreating my beautiful covers for the kneelers for quite some time. Most people were just adding a plump piece of batting to the vinyl mats already covering the prie-dieu. My designs were pieces of art, not just some slipshod hack job done at the last minute. I knew the judges would eliminate the oddment entries immediately. I knew they would then scrutinize the quality submissions.

I am confidant that when they announce the winner tonight, it will be my time to shine.  MAT COVER PLUMP  JUDGE   ODDMENT   LAMP

FYI- This is a total piece of fiction. I saw some of the prompt words and my brain came up with the story. 


A Wild Dream Come True

Time and time again she had the dream of building a new business. She filed all the possible iterations of the project in her drawer. She wasn’t ready to hang up her dream.

The pile of money from the advance on her inheritance had shrunk to the point that she was now dodging from creditors. 

She wouldn’t squander the rest of her fortune. The right person to build her Wild Cherry Icee shop was in her shop now. He was an expert in the discipline of building unusual architecture. Her dream will soon come true.

 A story for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
(95 words)
Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.
Also written for Weejars’ Same Same But Different post.
And Di’s three things challenge.

A Sweet Memory

I was sharing a sweet memory today with my dear friend. We were talking about things we did with our families. As a child, we had very little money. Occasionally, as a special treat, we would go to a drive in movie. I thought it was so wonderful to see movies on the giant screen.
They charged by the car load and we brought our own goodies. My mom would make a large batch of freshly popped popcorn. It filled a big brown grocery bag.  She also made a large pitcher of Kool-Aid as our beverage.

Back then, in the olden days, they would show two or three cartoons followed by two movies. We always went in our PJs because we were typically unable to stay awake through both shows. 

There were playgrounds in front of the big screen. Lots of kids in PJs would be playing until it got dark and the cartoons started. We went back to our car and Mom passed out the refreshments. We stayed awake for the cartoons every time. Most of the time we made it through the first movie. 

I remember taking my children to the drive in for the same reasons I had gone. My daughters were in PJs. The experience was so similar to my childhood. We did bring our own candy and soda. My girls loved the outings just as much as I did.

Thank you Di for the synchronicity of your prompt with my conversation today.

The Beautiful Mistake

My friend and I went into the convenience store to check out the fodder of snacks on the shelves. I personally don’t care what brand of junk food I get, as long as it has chocolate in it. My friend scanned the options from the front to the back of the shelves. It seemed the agent at the counter thought her motion of touching all the packages was something to be suspicious of. He followed her every move around the store hoping to stop her from using a five-finger discount. I was getting red from embarrassment. I am too much of a chicken to steal anything. 

I had to convince her to stay away from the frosty items because anything in the deep freeze would surely melt by the time we got to the car. She wondered why 100-degree heat would make ice cream melt. Sometimes she can be such an idiot I have to hold my tongue.  

We made our choices and approached the counter. She asked the clerk how high the lottery was this week. He gruffly stated that it had reached $250,000,000. He assumed she wanted a ticket and added the price to our bill. She was too shy to correct him and handed over her credit card.

We headed to the movies and began scarfing down our goodies. By the time our movie was over, the lottery numbers had been drawn. On a lark, we checked our numbers. We read them and reread them. We couldn’t believe our eyes.

We had won the lottery! This was the most beautiful mistake to ever occur. How do you spend that much money?

.MMA – friend, chicken
Daily Word Prompt – brand, fodder
MLMM – Opposing Forces
Daily Spur – agent
MLMM – Sunday Writing Prompt
FOWC – motion, lottery
Three Things Challenge -idiot, shy, high

True Nighttime Mishaps Using Prompts

In the middle of the night last night, I was again unable to sleep. The disquiet I felt made me want to do something. I figured I would be productive with my time. I love, that because of retirement I have the freedom to sleep in the next day if I am able to do so. I no longer have to go to school dragging through the day with only three hours of sleep.

I decided to clear out some of the hundreds of photos on my computer. Most were memorable shots that brought me joy. Some pictures were so blurry that I wondered why I didn’t delete them long ago.  Some were trite, staged photos that only I would enjoy. My grandkids can be known to make a loud verbal fuss if I want what to take what I consider will be an artistic shot. At holiday times I had them dressing up with some of my many seasonal decorations. (You can imagine how well that went off with teenagers.)

I discovered that I had many repeats in a variety of folders. I rarely delete photos because I fear I will lose a perfect shot forever. With confidence that I was doing the right thing, I bid ado to the duplicates and bad shots. I assumed the icing on the cake of getting rid of so many photos would mean that my computer would run faster.

To further expunge duplicates, I decided to delete the files that were in multiple folders.  Mind you, I did this before saving anything to Shutterfly.  (BAD BAD MOVE) I then emptied my recycle bin. (STUPID STUPID MOVE) When I then went looking for a photo for the BrightSquare challenge, I found all my pictures were cleared off my computer, never to be seen again.

The photographs that WERE on my computer are not backed up anywhere. I admit to a few holy c*#p moments. I took a few deep breaths and pondered what, if anything, I could do about it. I realized that in the middle of the night, I could not “phone a friend.” The worst-case scenario was that my pictures were gone forever. Then my gratitude slipped in. At least I had the enjoyment of reliving all those memories before they left my computer. They are still in my heart, still in my recollections, and still a part of my life. 

I have photos in albums, on Shutterfly, and at Costco. I am not down for the count. I shall blog pictures again. LOL

Serenity Prayer

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