Friday, September 17, 2010


Scrappy: full of fighting spirit; made up of scraps or odds and endsMy husband has always called me his " little scrappy sassy girl," a term of endearment I earned at the ripe old age of sixteen when we had a huge misunderstanding right in the very beginning of our dating years. It all started with a note. After reading it, indignation rose to the surface of my fiery little frame as I blasted him with my Southern staples of sass and scrappy spirit. He had the nerve to stand there and look at me with an amused indulgent smirk that was straight off the face of Rhett Butler himself. He made some sort of brushing remark and sent me on my way. I had no choice but to leave, I was going to be late for class.I remember fairly seething through the day thinking how this guy would not even get the time of day from me much less another date. He, on the other hand, had very different ideas. Our little encounter in the parking lot that morning, in his mind, had sealed our fate. It took a valiant effort on his part to smooth over the misunderstanding, which over time he eventually did. He has always said that from that moment he knew I would keep things interesting with my firecracker spirit, which I am happy to report has been tamed down over the years, and my staples of sass and scrap, which I am afraid have not changed one bit.He said when he saw me that afternoon, as I marched out of the Science building like a little warrior heading his way to do battle, that he was trying to think of how to defuse the situation. He ended up making me laugh. I said maybe I would take his calls and maybe I would not. He came to my house every single day until I finally relented and talked to him. His version of the story is that I fell for his persistent charm. My version is that he just plain old wore me down and it was easier to date him than to get rid of him. Either way, we managed to work things out and mend the scraps of odds and ends that make up most relationships blending them into a life together.I am also happy to report that these days I am much more of a scrappy kind of girl in an artistic kind of way rather than in a high spirited one, loving to incorporate small scraps, odds, and ends into my art pieces rather than getting riled up. My latest project, a birds nest assemblage, is made up of just such materials; scraps of fibers, threads, fabrics, and papers; odds and ends of wire, buttons, beads, stones, bits of rusty hardware, twigs, and feathers. Combine those with a flea market find compote, chicken wire, and a hunk of wood that looks like a bird and you have yourself a scrappy piece of artwork.

I am finding myself saving or picking up the oddest scraps for my artwork lately. I had to laugh at an email my friend Pam sent me the other day. She had just read an article about an elderly lady that had passed away. Her children had come in to clean out her belongings and found lots and lots of balls of yarn and twine. They also found a shoe box full of tiny scraps of yarn and twine. On the top of the box a note read, " too small to save." She said that made her laugh and think of us. I too have a shoe sized box full of scraps...And a little tin by my sewing machine just for saving tiny tidbits...And, I have been thinking about leaving a note too, telling my children that some scraps are worth saving. I know that my son and daughter will remember their mother as full of Southern scrap and sass, especially since their father delights in telling his version of the story and how he " baited and hooked" me. But more than that, I want them to remember that the misunderstandings, indignations, brushing remarks, and little encounters in life, those kinds of scraps that we have with one another are certainly worth salvaging.Relationships are never too small to save, they are well worth working through, forgiving, forgetting, and foraging ahead. I want to tell them to hang on to the tidbits that make up time and memory, those are certainly worth storing, especially when you can look back and learn from them. I want them to learn to love and enjoy incorporating the small scraps of life experiences, the odds of ends of loving and living with the person of their choosing, blending their lives into a beautiful work of heart that results in a lifetime of memories worth savoring.These are just a few of the tidbits I have been collecting to pass on to them, hard won lessons that two people, full of scrappy spirit, have learned together as they have navigated through a 30 year marriage. Handy Hubby says to this day that he would not have me be any other way than his scrappy sassy kind of girl and I am glad I gave him a second chance, otherwise, we would not have built a life together and feathered our nest with such a mixture of happy memories. Yes indeed, some scraps are worth having and saving.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Miss Sandy


Edie Marie's Attic said...

LOVE your story!! My hubby also can make me laugh when I'm raging mad and that has been working for 31 yrs now! LOL
Your nest is adorable... you make the cutest and most artistic things out of stuff I throw away... I wish I had your eye for it. I love to come see what fabulous treasure you've created Miss Sandy!!

Hugs, Sherry

Vee said...

What a fun story. Can't agree that all relationships are worth saving, but other than that...

Loved the story about the old lady saving a box of scraps "too small to save." Just yesterday I started such a box. What have I come to?

It also brought to mind a story my nan told me about the first time she met my grandfather. He asked, "If I called you would you go out with me?" She replied, "Why don't you try it and find out?"

Bonita said...

What a fun story! Somehow I never pictured you as sassy or a firecracker. I guess we have something else in common. I tell my kids that our first year of marriage was a remake of Taming of the Shrew! said...

No wonder you've been married so long, if you have a guy that can give you a Rhett Butler smirk!!

Nook Cranny Gifts said...

Miss Sandy,
I adore the nest!!
I save everything, one never knows what inspiration will come about for the saved tiny pieces.
Thanks for sharing.

Crowsnest Pass Primitive Folk Art said...

S . M . I . L . I . N . G . Susan

Jillayne said...

What a terrific post! Love the story, and how you twisted and wove it all together to show how the past translates to the future. Beautifully done!

Lorrie said...

What a fun story - who knew that a little sass would be the way to your man's heart?
Preserving relationships and treasuring them is something so important to pass on to the next generation.

Have a wonderful weekend, Sandy.

luluslovlies said...

Sandy, What a beautiful post, something all the young could benefit by reading, you are my kind of scrappy girl, the kind worth knowing even if only in shared thoughts. Have a beautiful scrappy day!

MISS PEACH ~(^.^)~ said...

Dearest Sandy! I cried and smiled all at the same time reading your wonderful testimony about SCRAPS in life. I have a kitty named Scrappy Cat because she is the fiesty feral that cuffs any other cat who comes her way. I feed and love her and let her go her way with a polite admonishment that she should be a nicer girl.
Would you grant purrrrmission for me to copy your post and read it to my Praise Team at next weeks devotional?
Devoted...Miss Peach who now can save even more scraps too little to save thanks to you!

Lynn Richards said...

What a great story! It takes more than scrap to stay together that long!!! Wonderful job.

Laura Ingalls Gunn said...

I absolutely loved hearing about you and your beloved.
It is a true testiment that if we work hard, are kind and fair all relationships can work for many, many years.
Scrappy girl indeed.

Anonymous said...

Nothing is more indicative of love than accepting the other person as he or she is. Doesn't mean we shouldn't try to tame our shrewishness though, does it, Sandy! LOL!
You and I are both so blessed. I've got that kind of unconditional love from my guy too. 45 years worth + the years we knew each other before we married.
Hugs, Diane

Tarnished and Tattered said...

Are you a redhead by chance? In that story I,m picturing a little redhead & a big ,ol burly guy. Cute story & beautiful artwork to accompany it.

Charlene said...

Sandy what a precious post!!!! I love the scrappy spirited part. Yes, sometimes the things the guys admire most in us frustrate them the most. Hubby & I will be celebrating our 40th this year! OH MY! Where does time go? In fact we may be heading in your direction for our little get away. Maybe we could meet in person. What fun would that be? I haven't soldered in ages but, maybe we could play unless you've already mastered that. HUGS!

Elizabeth said...

WOW! You are brliiliant!

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