It’s that time of year again folks! That magical time every 2 years when all standard programming stops and the Olympics take over my life. This year was no exception complete with opening ceremony party and some down time crafting.
Although I’m technically classified as a mutt…aka American… (basically name the country and it turns up somewhere in my heritage) My father’s side is straight forward Polish and Russian. With the games being in Russia the little Russian babushka in me got excited. My absolute favorite part of these games was the matryoshka doll set up on the slope style course. I ignored every jump every athlete completed near that babushka and would simply giggle with glee at the sight of her ready to hit the slopes, ski goggles and all.
Seriously though, how great is she? Photo courtesy of Sergei Grits / AP
While watching the games, and admiring the Russian heritage I know little about, I became inspired to complete an embroidery of my own matryoshka doll.
I am very happy on how well she turned out. Looking forward to creating a mini series of sorts of a couple of dolls with varying patterns and styles. At the minimum my two sisters are already asking when they get one. So expect a 3 doll series, minimum.
Did you all watch the Olympics? Get inspired to do anything crafty thanks to Russia? Let me know!
Hello all! Long time (beyond ashamed to say) no post. Just dropping a line to let you all know The Jersey Girl is alive and well. My area got hit, but no where near as hard as others were. Our little apartment was out for 8 days without power, heat, or water. Some reasonably sized tree limbs fell but thankfully not on the house. I spent the week at my parents who were out of power for 6 days but did have running water, including hot water, and a fire place to keep the house slightly warmer. Mom’s mantra of the week: “never buy a house without a fireplace”.
Thankfully my family and I are the outdoorsy types which means we know how to keep ourselves busy sans electricity. My sister chopped wood, we burned calories cranking up the radio (hand crank power style, you’re all jealous I know), warmed up hand washing our dishes, and I kept busy channeling my 90 year old self with embroidery after embroidery.
My baby sister had the hardest time being 17 and having most of her life being internet based. I think everything regarding this hurricane came full circle for me when she asked “what about Senior Prom?” as pictures of Seaside’s coaster now relocated to the ocean flashed on the screen at a friends house. It’s New Jersey Senior tradition to go “down the shore” after prom, usually to Wildwood. I was crushed to tell her it’s probably not going to happen.
Awesomely bad picture of me and my good friend Prom Weekend, Wildwood’s boardwalk. Nothing says The Shore like lobster sun burn and boardwalk prizes.
Life’s starting to get back to normal which is a good thing. I will shamefully admit to you all our fridge is still empty; have yet to go food shopping to replace everything. Please keep the thoughts and prayers coming to my little corner of the world. There are still many who are without anything and clean up is still just beginning. We’ve got a long road ahead before we all get to go “down the shore” once again.