Sunday, December 11, 2011

Being Happy With What We Have That We Take Forgranted....and read the comments-there is a real tear jerker there

Went shopping today to buy Pajamas for the homeless (I give them to the Mission where men can spend the night but must bathe and change into pj's-their clothing gets washed and mended or replaced if it is really bad.I call this  "Jammies for Jimmy's" thanks to my friend Donna who became a friend from taking some of my story quilt classes.. It is so cold here and to just imagine that anyone would be living outside or having to walk around outside all day. Brrrrrr. I am going to heat up some warm soup, turn on some Christmas music, sew on some wool projects and then crawl into my warm bed with my warm pj's. And I am not going to take it forgranted. How about you?


  1. What a wonderful idea! Good on you.

  2. I count my blessings every day.
    That is a nice way to help others, wish we had places like that around here.


  3. Lately I seem to say "Thank You" out loud when I get into my soft, comfortable bed. Glad you can share with the people who need those jammies.
    Stay warm up there. We are expecting a bit of rain down here..Have a great week Mary Lou.

  4. You are SO right! I will never forget one of my second grade students one year telling me that "Santa couldn't find his house." It was heartbreaking. Santa left his presents at school the next day with an apology for not finding his house, btw.

  5. What a wonderful organization. I'll bet they take old clothes, mittens, whatever, to give out, too. Luckily, I can't imagine being outside all day and night - without the Mission. To imagine things you have to have some experience with something similar, and the closest I have is going to bed with my electric blanket that doesn't warm up fast enough. (We are sooooo removed from nature.) Thank you for the reminder! I'll be alot warmer tonight no matter what my blanket is doing.
    Hugs!! and Merry Christmas!

  6. Oh my. . .I'm so glad that "Santa" was able to drop off gifts at the school for the student who said Santa couldn't find his house. We were poor growing up--well, the whole community was so we really didn't stick out more than any one else---but, our stockings contained an orange, some nuts, a pair of socks and a candy cane. We thought we had struck it rich with the treats!