Posted by: tgonzales | April 20, 2012

Friday Again, a Stranded Story, Two Pair of Mary Jane Shoes, and Another Washcloth

Yippee it’s Friday again and I’m so looking forward to the weekend. First of all I’m going to tell you a little story about our Wednesday night. John made dinner for me since I came home early with a back pain that wouldn’t quit. My plans were to sit on my bed and crochet for a bit and then take a muscle relaxer so I could sleep all night. After dinner John decided to go for a bike ride. I knew that John hadn’t rode his bike for about a year, so I wasn’t very surprised when he came back in about an hour later to tell me that his tires wouldn’t hold air and so he got Joshua’s bike out and aired up his tires. He kissed me goodbye and left the house, so I decided to take the muscle relaxer and just about the time that I was relaxed enough to crawl under the covers, here came John back up to the bedroom stating that he had found a young girl at Hadley Middle School waiting for a ride. I asked “How did you find that out while riding Joshua’s bike”. He said, “Oh, one of the tires blew out about 5 blocks from the house so I was walking the bike back to the house as I passed by the school.” Of course this was about 8:30 pm and he asked her if she needed a ride somewhere and she told him that her sister was supposed to pick her up after school and take her to church. (school dismisses at 3:00 pm) So John rushes home to ask me if I could get up and go with him to take this little girl to church. Knowing how badly this little girl must have felt being forgotten at school; I agreed to throw on my robe and slip on my shoes to help. We arrived at the school and picked up the little girl and found out that she was an 8th grader and learned that she goes to church almost every Wednesday night. As we arrived at the church I asked her if she would be ok and she assured me that she would and as she shut the door I rolled down my window so that she would have the opportunity to thank me, but instead she just said something hateful to her sister (I assume that’s who she was talking to). Maybe I expect too much but at least I thought that she could’ve said thank you. My parents taught me when I was very young to say Thank You and Please. What about you? I’m not sure why I had to tell you this but I needed to get it off of my chest. 🙂

Now onto the crochet front, I made two pair of Mary Jane shoes. The pink and gray one will have a sweater to match and maybe a headband too?

Then I made another washcloth. I do love how this one turned out. I think I say that about all of them, don’t I? 🙂

Oh by the way some of you may have wondered how big my Big Dang Nametag is? (especially Kat) Well its 7 ½ inches wide and 3 ½ inches tall. Now I think that’s a big dang nametag for sure.

And another thing I need to dye this sweater and I’ve never dyed anything before. Do any of you have any tips on dying? I want to have it ready to sell at the Outdoor Market too.


  1. yes tamara, that was extremely rude and ungrateful of that little girl! and her sister should be ashamed of herself–does she not realize what could have happened to her sister alone for 5 hours with nowhere to run? *shaking head in disbelief*
    i love the pink and gray maryjanes!!!! those will be so cute on a little one. i’m curious as to why you want to dye the sweater?

    • Hi Sara!

      Thanks so much for agreeing with me that I thought that was very rude of the little girl and you are so right that the older sister should be ashamed of herself. I hate to think what could’ve happened to her if John hadn’t come along when he did. (((((Shutter))))

      The reason I want to dye the sweater is because I don’t think the color taupey biege looks good anyone. I want to dye it pink. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by to comment. I hope you are feeling better?


      • i’ve dyed jeans and shirts before-never a sweater but it has been years ago and i *think* the dyes i used were used with hot water. is the sweater acrylic? i have no clue about doing a sweater. i hope someone can help you with that since i’m pretty useless……
        i think i finally am over the stupid pneumonia, for the most part anyway. thank you for asking!

  2. Sara,

    I’m not sure what the fiber of the sweater is. But I understand that acrylic doesn’t dye as well as natural fibers do. Thank you anyway for your encouraging words on dying. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.


  3. That poor girl! After 5 hours of stewing, I’m sure she needed some explanation from her sister. I’m sorry she didn’t thank you. But rest assured that all of us are thankful that you and John were being good-hearted citizens helping someone out. So THANK YOU!!!

    • Hi Mindy!

      Thanks so much for the big Thank You and for stopping by to comment. I felt so sorry for her sitting there for 5 hours and wondering if or when someone would remember her.


  4. I can’t believe kids these days! I would’ve hollered “excuuuuuse me?! Don’t you have anything to say?!” but then again… You were probably doing good just to remain vertical. Haha!

    • Oh Angie!

      You are so right about the vertical thing. I could hardly keep my eyes open, but I sure couldn’t have left her there at that school no matter whether she said thank you or not. 🙂 Thank you so much for stopping by to comment, I know how busy you are.

      Love you,
      Aunt Tammy

  5. […] Crochet with Tamara […]

  6. Hi, I just nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award! See the nomination here:
    Thanks for sharing all your lovely ideas with us 🙂

    • Thank you so much Laura. I will see what I can do to be worthy of the award. Thank you for stopping by to comment. Hugs, Tamara

      • You’re very welcom! Just keep doing what you’re doing – I love seeing your beautiful crochet goodies 🙂

  7. Aha .. so now you have a story just like the one I told you about Frank’s finding a gal’s Blackberry .. and .. not one thank-you out of her. Too many of these kids nowadays –> “it’s all about THEM .. and THEM ONLY.” Shameful.
    Too bad the 8th-grader couldn’t use someone’s phone to contact her sister (or the church). Scary! And her taking a ride with a stranger (one in her bathrobe – LOL) was taking a chance these days. Glad John was the one who offered her a ride. … Hey – did you get a good nite’s sleep after all that? And was your back pain gone the next day? Hope so!!

    Out of all the photos of your washcloths lately, I absolutely love the one you sent me the BEST. I am so thankful, Tamara, that you sent me this gorgeous one .. that has its place on my bathroom counter under my electric toothbrush. Soooo purrrty!

    Whoo-boy. That IS “one dang BIG name-tag”!!! LOL! [Thanks for measuring.]

    Have a super-duper weekend, super-duper girlfriend!
    HUG! ~ Kat

    • Kat,

      I know I couldn’t believe that it happened to me too. I think it starts at home to tell you the truth. Parents seem to be too busy to teach their children please and thank you. I’m so glad that it was us that found her and not some bad person.

      About the washcloth; I bet if you saw the ones that I have here in person you would have a hard time choosing. 🙂 I just love them all. But I’m so glad that you love yours and I love that you are using on your bathroom counter.

      Love you,

  8. OMG! Tamara! That poor little girl! You and your husband are such a blessing. One can only imagine what that little girl’s home life must be like if she wasnt even missed by 8:30pm. Who knows what the whole circumstance must be in this situation, but one thing is for sure, you and your husband helped this little girl Wednesday evening. I’d think most families have supper in the evenings before this time and no one wondered where she was? And why did she sit there for 5.5 hrs? It’s it dark by 8:30pm? Does she live too far away to walk? She must not have had a phone to call someone? She had no way to contact anyone? She didnt want to go home? Poor girl. Most kids are hungry when they get out of school. You know she must have been hungry. I wonder if she even got supper that night? So sad.

    • Cheryl,

      I had the same feeling about the young girl; what was her family life like? Even though her sister was supposed to pick her up and take her to church, as a mother I would still call the older sister to ask her if she had actually picked up her little sister. I can only imagine how her family life is when we asked her if we could take her home she refused and said that she wanted to go the church. I also asked her about being hungry and she said that she was. I just hoped that there was food at the church and I was afraid that we wouldn’t get there in time before everyone left the church. I’m just glad that John found her and not some bad person and no telling what would have happened. Anyway! Thanks so much for stopping by to comment.


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