Everyone Needs a Woobie

While G-Man volunteered at the aquarium with my dad last Sunday, my Sweetie, Mr. A and I visited the new model homes that just opened in a subdivision nearby. I really didn’t want to go because I have no intention in moving anytime soon but you never know when a good decorating idea might jump out at you. Also, I was more than a little surprised about how optimistic the developer is by opening the subdivision in this day and age.

The homes were small, economical and some were downright cute. As we walked out of the final model, I let out a huge exhale and told my guys how GLAD I WAS that I don’t work in real estate ANYMORE! I particularly expressed my joy at not having to work with home buyers selecting carpet, tile, upgrades, etc. Ugh. That job was akin to being a marriage counselor.

After our model viewing we stopped for lunch and debated the pros and cons of each floor plan and feature. Then just to make our eldest son a little nervous, S and I talked about which house we would buy once the kids left for college. That naturally led to a discussion of Mr. A’s progress in the US Naval Academy application process. And that led to a general discussion of the Navy.

As the guys talked ships and stuff, my mind still wandered through the floor plans we had just seen. I mentally noted that one home didn’t have space for a sewing room. Why did I think that? I hardly sew anymore. I’ve made two baby quilts in the two years since my back surgery and that’s it. The awesome sewing set-up in my bedroom (see photo below) hasn’t even inspired me to get cutting and stitching. In fact, I still have a few unfinished projects including big size quilts for the boys to replace the little kids quilts they had outgrown years ago.




Suddenly, I interrupted the sea stories and blurted out:

Can you take a woobie to the Naval Academy?

Eldest son replied:

No personal items during Plebe summer.

I know that but what about once the academic year starts?

Nope.

What about after your Plebe year?

I don't think so.

What about when you join the fleet and are stationed on a ship?

That's when my hubby, the Navy veteran, interjects:

Non-issue bedding isn't allowed due to fire restrictions.

Ack!


My son wants to become a Naval Officer and I'm worried that while he's out defending and protecting the free world he won't have a woobie with him. Does anyone else appreciate the irony of this?

I've finally found my motivation to start sewing again. Mr. A needs his new quilt ASAP so he can at least get some use out of it before he leaves in a year. My sudden urgency required a trip to Target to get a few things to round out my sewing nook.


A new Rowenta iron so I don't have to keep going back and forth to the laundry room to press my pieces.


A task oriented chair to sit in while I'm at the machine. Of course I selected a fun color!

Luckily, I already had the blocks to Mr. A's quilt made. I designed a very, very simple block at the time because I was all loopy from the pain meds leading up to my back surgery. But that's perfectyly fine with Mr. A because he enjoys simple design. I have the top put together now. Once, I get it all quilted then I'll post some more photos. Then I'll get started on G-Man's quilt!