Spring Break

Sometimes I'm really glad I don't go to BYU....the no Spring Break thing=deal breaker.

This year we cruised to Mexico and absorbed a much needed, weeks worth of sun. (well I absorbed about 5 weeks in 1 week. curse my complexion.) This was a much needed vacation. It was so fun to be surrounded by so many wonderful people doing so many fun things. These are the years to be selfish with your money because like why not? This will forever be a very cherished memory as I look back on my college years. 

+We cruised around Catalina on motor bikes. I will never forget the way Paco rode her bike around like it was her last day to live. Determined to ride everywhere as fast as she could. 

+We raided Drew's nana's closet and each found a sun hat that fit our personalities just right.

+We rode horses along the a beautiful beach in Ensenada. Shalee and Cass were so disappointed when their horses wouldn't trot. (the horses were on auto-pilot and we literally didn't need to do anything and we would have been just fine.)

+Acquiring the nickname of cloudy for forever and always because I made one comment.

Me: "I'm kind of glad it's cloudy today....less sun exposure...give my poor skin a break, ya know?"

Kylie: "OKAY, CLOUDY!" 

I guess it wasn't a mutual feeling among anyone else. 

+Paige always resorting to the freshman to do things. "where are the freshman?? they'll come with me." 

+Bartering at La Bufadora (the blow hole) "5 dollars and a tequila shot?!" SOLD. except....JK Mormon.

+Swimming in the warmest ocean ever, really. And then finding out that it was infested with sharks and realizing that in retrospect we were the only ones swimming.....typical Utah Tourists.

+Being honked at by every car in Ensenada like we were celebs or something. 

+Assuming that when people were nice to us that they just wanted a tip.

+The boat rocking us to sleep every night in the literal comfiest beds in the entire world. I miss that most...

+Food. Lots of it.

+dinner. The servers all became our best friends and their poorly choreographed dances during dinner were the best thing in the world. Also our tables nightly routine of toasts, things we like about each other, and speeches on the last night. "money is a renewable resource, memories are not." -Kam

Now I suffer from SB withdrawals. The past couple of mornings have consisted of pep talks similar to this. "pull yourself together Meg! Spring break is OVER!" 

I like quilts

This quilt is the product of a long time in the making. Originally started by my mom who knows how many moons ago. (hence the really cute up-to-date fabric, secretly I actually really love it though) 

Five years ago when I was a sophomore in high school I was in a sewing class with my sister Katie who was a senior at the time. I totally wasn't supposed to be in this particular sewing class because it wasn't available to sophomores. The high-school sewing teacher, Mrs. Baker was very fond of Katie because she is a seamstress extraordinaire so she agreed to the exception. Katie was just in charge of catching me up to speed, she was like my personal assistant really. All throughout the year I depended on Katie to teach me the basics of clothing construction and quilting in a sewing class that was advanced. Turns out making fabric-filled bean bags at the age of 5 didn't really translate into the designer sewing rigors. So Katie helped me, she helped a lot. And we would joke about my inability to cut patterns out and most everything else every single day. Somehow she would manage to finish her quarterly project in time as well as mine.

The last quarter was when we made quilts, my favorite! Prior to this we found a half started quilt from my mom that became lost under a cluttered bed. Katie brought the yards upon yards of fabric and a couple of finished quilt blocks to school. I’m pretty sure Mrs. Baker cried this day as well as many other days we shared about our mom and her love for sewing.

Katie and Mrs. Baker were able to figure out how to make the remaining quilt blocks without a pattern and just lots and lots of fabric. Enough fabric in fact that we were each able to make our own quilt. I finished mine a while ago and didn't get around to hand-stitching the binding until now. 

I really love quilts and I always have. When I was a child there were quilts proudly displayed in the living room of my house. Quilts represent work, time, comfort, and warmth. I cannot think of a more meaningful gift. And even though i'm sure the quilt was started and then pushed aside due to the responsibilities of motherhood I like to think that she left it there for us to finish because she couldn't finish it on her own. 

One day this quilt will proudly be displayed in two homes.