I think I met an angel this morning
Every weekday morning for the last several weeks, I’ve dropped the kids off at school and then called the JFK mail sorting center. I somehow got a back number I wasn’t really supposed to have to begin with. The first time I called, someone answered. I told him my problem; he said he’d look into it and call me back. Every morning since, it’s gone to voice mail and I’ve left the same message.
Hi, this is Kelly Raudenbush again. I’m really hoping you will help me and call me back. The package I’m looking for was sent from Nairobi, Kenya. It was mailed in September. It arrived at your facility and was scanned on October 16th at 10pm but hasn’t been scanned at all since then. It has to be there somewhere. Please, please, do what you can to find it and give me a call back to let me know the status at ###-###-####.
But, I never heard back. And, nothing on the online status of the package had changed. Mary’s post office in Kenya told her they did their job to get it here and that the reason I wasn’t getting it was because the post office was on strike. I assured her that wasn’t the case, but she didn’t get anywhere with getting them to help. Thousands of dollars worth of goods we were hoping to sell during the Christmas season so that we could send money again to these women, and the package was lost.
I prayed for that online status to change each day when I tried it again and again. Others were praying with me as well. But, we were resigned that it may have been stolen or lost for good. Earlier this week, I wired Mary a little bit of money and asked her to prepare another box to ship which she did on Tuesday. It wouldn’t get here in time for Christmas, but at least we’d have some new things come January.
My mail arrived as normal this morning–some cards, some bills, a small package of a gift ordered.
About an hour later, the doorbell rang.
I went to the door and found a man about 50 years old standing in the rain dressed in a suit–a coat, nice pants, a dress shirt, and a tie. At his feet was a very large box with my name on it.
I opened the door stunned, knowing right away that this was the box we had been praying would be found…at JFK sorting center.
“Good morning, ma’am. I have a package here for you if you’d just sign here.”
“Where did you get this? We’ve been looking for it for weeks, waiting for it for months?”
“Well, it just got here for you.”
“What? But?….Who are you?”
“I’m a supervisor for the post office. I personally brought this by for you since it was so heavy for your regular mailman.”
[who has delivered every other box just like this with no problem, mind you]
“What? It’s still saying on the computer that it is at JFK? I just called about this? I’ve been checking? I was told it hadn’t even gone through customs yet? I’m so confused.”
“Well, I’m glad it got here for Christmas.”
“Well, yeah! Wow…Are you an angel?” [Yes, I seriously asked him that.]
He chuckled then offered to carry the box into the house for me.
Then, I signed, and he went back to his plain old, normal, unmarked car and drove away.
And, I remained in the sunroom stunned and then ripped into the box to see what treasures Mary sent this time.

One way to make Christmas spending money
They were playing mall. Drew put on his Halloween costume from last year and the other 3 lined up to sit on his lap and tell him all sorts of goodies they might want. Then, they’d get back in line and do it again.
A few minutes later, they were making signs and gathering supplies like a clipboard with paper and pen to take it on the road. I confess, the idea made me proud (given the fact that I tried to start my own karaoke business at age 9).
$1 for a picture with Santa. Not a bad deal given that I would have to download the pics, edit them, and then email them off to each parent.
Given the fact that it was a busy day at the park across the street but most folks there walked there like us, it took about 5 minutes for them to drop the price to $.50 a pop.



But, somehow, with the freebies they gave away (all in the name of marketing, perhaps?) and the lack of wallets among parents there, they made a whole $1 total which they judicially decided to split with Drew getting $.50 and Evan and Ashlyn getting $.25 each.
Several children insisted on telling this 3 1/2 ft. Santa what they wanted for Christmas, and a few folks asked if they’d be back again so they’d bring their money this time.
Would it be totally wrong for me to encourage them to do just that given that they’ve got some debt to repay for some Christmas shopping they’ve each done?


The year of the horse {Lydia’s playmat}
Since horsies are pretty much the pies de resistance for our girlie this year, I’m super excited about Lydia’s gold gift. I had so much fun putting this gift together that I’m tempted every afternoon to play with it myself.

I’m seriously wanting to rip that plastic wrapper right off that Melissa & Doug’s Fold & Go Stable and start playing. Would that be weird?
It was so easy and fun to make. Wanna make your own farm playmat?
I started by scouting out some fun blue, green, and brown fabrics from the fabric store with some help from Ashlyn. She found some very cool material for the backing of the mat that looked very field and fairyish, so I splurged on a full yard of that one. All the other pieces we liked, I got 3/8 yard of. I also picked up 4 yards of Wonder Under, an iron-on paper-back adhesive for fabric so that we could place the fabric on the mat like puzzle pieces and iron them on.
I found an old fitted sheet at home to use to secure the fabric to. I just cut off the elastic and cut it down to be the same size as our fairyish backing piece.
I sorta sketched out what I envisioned for the mat–as you can tell, the final mat turned out slightly different. But, I wanted to have some sort of drawing to follow since I wasn’t working from a pattern (and I’m more of a pattern type of girl than a freethinker).

I ironed the Wonder Under onto the fabric pieces we were using and then cut them out (in that order so that the material wouldn’t fray when I cut curves and all), laying them out on the sheet and playing around with where I wanted them to overlap. I started with the brown because I wanted the stable to be able to open up fully on the brown to look like dirt.

I just layered the fabric on fabric until I got the look I wanted, ironing as I went to secure each piece.

I went back to that fun backing we had and laid it out again right side to right side of the playmat to trim them down to be the same exact size. It was off a little here and there.
Grabbing a scrap, I played around with the zig zag stitching of my machine until I found one that I liked. Then, I started stitching around every seam, everywhere the fabrics lined up, using colors that coordinated (green to edge all the grassy areas, brown to edge the dirt, and blue to edge the water), going in order so that the “top” pieces would be outlined last (like the rocks outlined in grey rather than blue). I did make the zig zag stitch closer together for the rocks just to give a different look–I was shooting for the look of the water washing up onto the rocks. Don’t know if it really looks like that or not. But, I liked the look regardless.


Using a normal straight stitch, I then sewed the backing to the playmat, right side to right side, leaving a corner open to turn it inside out again. Then, I ironed it really well to get a crisp edge. I decided I wanted to give it a bit of a more finished edge. So, using green thread, I did a straight stitch all around the edge about 1/4″ in (just the width of the foot on the machine). I didn’t even bother to handstitch that opening I left since I ironed it really well and did that finishing stitch. Why bother handstitching it? No need for more work.

And, then I set it all up complete with some horsies and clapped my hands all my myself. (Okay, I may have texted my husband with some pictures in an effort to get some applause from him too.)

What’s super cool is that it can be used for other stuff too. The back can be used for fairy play maybe. And, it even looks really cute with the handmade fabric nativity I picked up at a yard sale last summer for $1.

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