We've made no plans for this Mother's Day weekend. If the weather holds out, I'd like to finish the garden, meager as it will be. Hopefully we will spend some time with my own (super special beyond compare) mom at some point. I found this childhood spelling test of my mom's. I'm not sure if it is one a teacher gave, or a practice test from my grandma. My grandma would doodle these fancy women everywhere. Incredible. I still remember my grandma's laugh when I came home from vacation bible school as a four year old and said, "I'm stupid tired." And there is a yard that I used to walk by in my old neighborhood that smelled exactly like my grandma's--sort of honeysuckle and a musty something I can never quite place. But those scents are still unmistakable forty years later.
My tidbits this week are all mother's day inspired.
My grandma used to make a Hummingbird Cake. I remember having the recipe card with her fancy loop-di-loop cursive.
I love the act of writing cursive and was really into calligraphy as a teen. The first time I saw my husband's handwriting, I feared I was being courted by a serial killer. Not pretty, my friends. I thought this article about the demise of cursive writing in the classroom was interesting.
My grandmother loved birds. My mom loved birds. I love birds. Especially these hand stitched birds by Abigail Brown.
A Mother's Prayer For Her Daughter by Tina Fey is brilliantly funny.
And for my other grandma, who I've blogged about before, I share this Dolly Parton video. Some of my most vivid childhood memories are of times spent at her house. When we would spend Saturday nights, she would absolutely have to watch the Porter Wagoner show with Dolly Parton. She loved Dolly and even got me a Dolly barbie doll, which I still have. None of my other barbie clothes fit Dolly and she may have contributed to my pretty warped sense of body image, but that conversation is for another day.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mamas.
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