Darla M Seely
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I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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Why I Love To Crochet
Why I Love To Crochet I have been crocheting since I was a teenager. It is a lot of work as well as fun at times. I had a neighbor that taught me how to crochet. Her name is Donna Kendall. She helped me crochet a ripple yellow and green afghan. I entered it in the Franklin County fair in Preston, Idaho and received a blue ribbon on it. I have crocheted mostly baby afghans, but I have crocheted other things too. I used to belong to a group called Fridgie Hiders. I would crochet some things to put on the fridge, and I would exchange them with a few ladies. This was a lot of fun. Each month I would anxiously wait to see the cute fridgies the ladies would send me. I crocheted myself a tan purse, a white winter hat. I made a gray winter hat for my husband. I made red/green potholders, a turkey, big pumpkin, small pumpkin, a candle decoration, a bunny, an Easter bunny to put on the doorknob inside and outside the door, a Santa to put on the doorknob inside and outside the door, a Christmas decoration to put on the door that has a bell and a felt bow on it. I have made blankets for myself and scarves for others. Crocheting gifts for others has been very expensive counting the yarn that I bought, the hooks, and the needles. I have spent countless hours and made so many stitches. Crocheting makes my wrist and fingers tired and ache. Many times I had to FROG the afghans, rip rip it out, and start over again. That is why it is called frogging. There is a lot of heartache and frustration when I do this. Inner peace comes from finishing a crochet project. I see how beautiful the finished afghan is. I have crocheted an afghan for most of my nieces and nephews, my step-grandchildren, and my step-great-grandchildren. I have made booties for my niece, Karissa's two sons, Easton and Kruze. Easton's were too big for him. Kruze's were a little big, but he was able to wear his. I made booties for Karissa when she was little, but they were too big. It was frustrating when the booties I made were too big. I made booties for my step-great-grandson, Dalton, and my step-great-granddaughter, Kazley. I made booties for friends' babies. I made two pair of booties for the Wanner Reunion auction a couple of years ago, but we weren't able to go, and a cousin was able to use them for her baby son. I made a big light blue blanket for my youngest, step-daughter, Michelle, and her husband, Max after they got married. I crocheted an afghan for one of my friend, Amy's sons when he was a baby. I crocheted a light blue and white cat blanket. I made a green and white baby afghan for a friend's baby a couple of years ago. We go to church together. Although some stitches on a row were off, the afghan was gorgeous nonetheless. I felt bad that those stitches were wrong. I told her, but she loved it, and her son that I made the afghan for loved it. I am a perfectionist. That is part of the reason I tear afghans down and start over. Some of the time I should let a few rows go. I could have saved some money and frustration that way.
By Darla M Seely5 years ago in Lifehack
My Mom
My mom passed away on July 18, 2011. I miss her so much. She was a great mother to me and my siblings. I am the second youngest of seven children. When I was 18 months old, my parents discovered my right hip was dislocated. I had it taken care of at Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake City. I had to wear a cast, and she had to carry me around for four months. That must have been hard for her. I grew up on a farm in a small town called Oxford, Idaho. We had several cows, raised chickens, pigs, rabbits, had several cats and dogs as pets. I am thankful that she was a hard worker on our farm and in the jobs she had. She worked at the livestock auction in Preston, Idaho for several years. She also worked at DelMonte in Franklin, Idaho for several years where they canned beans and cabbage. She taught me the value of hard work. She worked hard on our farm canning things like corn, peaches, pears and applesauce. We had many fruit trees in our yard: apples, pears, plums, and cherry. She made plum jelly, raspberry, and strawberry jam. Her and my dad bought the raspberries and strawberries. She worked hard helping my dad milk the cows. She always kept a great garden. My parents planted potatoes, corn, beans, peas, and tomatoes. I enjoyed picking peas and podding them, also helping to shuck the corn. I helped my parents plant potatoes too. She worked hard doing the laundry using a ringer washer and hanging the clothes up to dry. In the winter she hung as many clothes as she could in our house. I enjoyed helping do the laundry. She gave us hot water bottles to warm our feet. When we had a sore throat, she gave us an alcohol rag to wear around our necks. She made jello water when we had an upset stomach. My parents always took turns keeping the fire going in the winter in our wood burning stove.
By Darla M Seely5 years ago in Families
Why I Love Scrapbooking
Why I Love Scrapbooking I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. One of the most important things to me is my family - both my immediate family and extended family members. I have enjoyed taking pictures since I was in college. I attended what was Ricks College and is now BYU Idaho.
By Darla M Seely5 years ago in Families
