Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . and a Lacey Mother’s Day

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A Lacey Mother’s Day

Ludvigson Lace Lady: One reason to treasure Mother’s Day is for its dressed up beauty! Let’s face it, Mother’s Day always involves lace! Whether dressing up the her dinner table, wrapping her gift or selecting her card: lace.

Hummer: Unless you are not incline toward the Ludvigson Lace Lady’s lace prejudice!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Ok. Some may not appreciate lace as much as I do. They will come around. In time. In time. Now, back to the necessity of lace on Mother’s Day.

Hummer:  What lace do you wish to bring to the forefront on this special occasion?

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LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ NeckLACE  www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

 Ludvigson Lace Lady: Well, let’s see. First, there is the newest lace item: NeckLACE. The NeckLACE was named by LUDVIGSON LACE’s CEO: Tim Ludvigson. So close to the trending choker, but not quite. It can be loose or tighter, on your neck.

I wanted to design the NeckLACE to be one standard size, so it would be easily chosen to wear by any and all.

Hummer: So what size is it?

Click here for Hummer’s Blog, Hummingly. . . The Mom Song:

https://hymnsforhimtheludvigsons.wordpress.com/2018/05/09/hummingly-moms-song/

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Blog: The Mom Song

Ludvigson Lace Lady: The NeckLACE is 17 inches. This will work for all women.

Hummer: And young ladies! Your granddaughters wear this!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes! And so adorning it is on them!

The cotton threaded crochet is extremely light, making it quite comfortable.

So, measure your long, smooth neck, and pick a color!

Hummer: Yes! Find a match for your spring and summer outfits! What else have you got in your shop for Mother’s Day?

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LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Hospitality Square Tabletop  www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

Ludvigson Lace Lady: How about a Hospitality Square Tabletop, complete with the hospitable pineapple crocheted in the design. For your mom, who might have entertained a crowd at her dining room table for decades, you can bet she still thinks about centerpieces! And every centerpiece needs a doily under it!

Hummer: In lovely springtime pastels!

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LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Petal Doily  www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace 

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Or another specialty doily in my shop: The Petal Doily. In lieu of the Hospitality Square pineapples, this round flaring style encompasses flower petals. Perfect for a Mother’s Day bouquet.

Hummer: I love it! I’ve watched the petals come to life in that doily for many a year!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. It was my first crochet project. And will probably be my next project once again! I am getting ready to crochet some tea veils, using the Petal design!

Click here for Ludvigson Lace Lady’s blog, Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And the Un-Happy Mother’s Day:

https://ludvigsonlace.wordpress.com/2018/05/07/life-is-lovelier-with-lace-and-un-happy-mothers-day/

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Blog: The Un-Happy Mother’s Day

Hummer: Oh! I’ll be watching! Anything else in your shop, for Mother’s Day?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. How about the CloverFields Summer Afghan! For the summer air conditioning chill!

And most importantly, Legacy Letters! For the family name. Very endearing for all mothers, I am sure!

Hummer: What if none of these suggestions seem right?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Well, there is a lot more in my shop! Please click on by and browse! Let me know what you think!

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LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ CloverFields  www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

Life is Lovelier with Lace…

Even more important than the lace, is the proceeds that will be donated in defense of life: Lila Rose/Live Action, in defense of Life: http://www.liveaction.org

What better time than on Mother’s Day to recognize the unborn endangered by abortion. Or, infanticide. And even euthanasia. Life of all ages is under attack. It is difficult to fathom, but it is nonetheless true.

I am so grateful for the efforts of many prolife organizations; They all have my attention. But Tim and I have chosen Lila Rose for donations.

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LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Legacy Letters  ♡  www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

Please get to know Lila Rose,and join us in supporting her efforts. By the way, did you know Lila is getting married?!! I am so happy for her! It will be fun watching the wedding plans unfold!

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LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Lover’s Knot http://www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

And I am quite certain there will be at least a little lace! We’ll have to wait and see!

Advocating lace for mothers,

Debbie Ludvigson

Ludvigson Lace Lady

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra

A portion of LUDVIGSON LACE proceeds will be donated to Lila Rose/Live Action, in defense of Life: http://www.liveaction.org

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Lila Rose/Live Action : http://www.liveaction.org

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Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And the Un-Happy Mother’s Day

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: Such pain, it was.

Hummer: What pain are you talking about? You’ve had everything from Swimmer’s Ear pain to back pain to multiple types of surgery recovery pain. Which are you referring to?

Click here for “Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And the Left Turn”

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: None of those. Although each one you mentioned – and even more – was very painful. The pain I am speaking of is the pain of infertility.

Hummer: Oh, yes. You had heartbreaking pain. I remember.

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: I had it then. I have it now. And I am quite certain I will have it in the future.

Hummer: What can you mean? Infertility is long gone, for you. You’re old now! You aren’t hoping to conceive still?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Of course not! I had a hysterectomy, you know!

Hummer: Oh, yes. I forgot! And you were rather young for that type of surgery!

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: I sure was! In my 30’s. But I was ready for a uterus removal, nonetheless! Such pain! Endometriosis pain!

Hummer: No details, please. It was a gory period of time, I do recall. And rather regular!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes! Every three weeks. Terrible abdominal pain and blood loss. Delirious. I would venture to say, it was similar to labor pain! Only no baby to hold, in the end. A monthly miscarriage.

Hummer: That must have been unbearable.

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: I am thankful to be done with it. There is a time when a hysterectomy is necessary.

Hummer: That’s for sure.

Ludvigson Lace Lady: But the pain of Endometriosis was small compared to the pain of infertility, which accompanies it!

Hummer: Really?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. And I remember my frustration when researching Endometriosis back in the ’80’s, that the cure for it the Big E, as I called it, was to get pregnant.

Hummer: You mean the Big E’s cure is pregnancy; and the Big E causes infertility, meaning pregnancy won’t happen? Isn’t that an oxymoron?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: I sure thought so! And it was like pouring salt on my wound.

Hummer: So with the infertility struggle, you experienced physical and emotional pain, simultaneously?

Ludvigson Lace Lady: Exactly. And, those baby showers reigned weekly, in those youthful years! Devastating, to say the least. But I tried to remember to live by the scriptural truth, weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice.

Hummer: That was a difficult time for sure.

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: And as I was then spending more time collecting energy to rejoice through an aching infertile heart, now in my later years of life, I find myself weeping with those infertile, who are weeping as I had been. My painful memories have not faded. They are as real today as they were in the day of the experience.

Hummer: I suppose the soon coming Mother’s Day celebration might be a time when tender memories reemmerge?

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: Yes. My heart feels a double portion of the bittersweet. For God has truly blessed me to be a mother of four adopted boys. But for those young ladies who are empty-armed on Mother’s Day, my heart still breaks. I remember the pain. I grieve afresh with them.

Hummer: Mother’s Day. It is right and good to spend time honoring mothers. This we should do, for sure.

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Ludvigson Lace Lady: But also include those who are wanting to be mothers, but are not. Yet.

Hummer: Yes! So easily accomplished! A rose can be given to the infertile, waiting woman along with the fertile mom holding multiple babes. This would be in the typical Sunday church service.

Click here for “Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . And the Male Delivery”

https://ludvigsonlace.wordpress.com/2017/01/25/life-is-lovelier-with-lace-and-the-male-delivery/

Ludvigson Lace Lady: That is the best way to handle Mother’s Day Sundays. A floral bouquet can be an encouragement for both fertile and infertile ladies als

God never wastes the painful experienes of life. And that is true with infertility. And He has not wasted the pain I felt. I truly weep with those who weep on Mother’s Day.

Hummer: And I am glad you do. I know it encourages the others who are weeping. And God’s comfort flows through you to them. It’s God’s way.

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Life is Lovelier with Lace…

This is so true. I suffered, so that I can share in the suffering of others. And in doing so, the suffering ones are encouraged. And that is good.

While crocheting lace, I do my best to bring these desperate feelings to the Lord. The threads and my hook are intertwined in prayer! And that is a lovely thing! Producing a lovely thing!

Enjoy my lacey items in my shop! And please know that with every stitch, my heart understands and prays for the infertile ladies. Especially on Mother’s Day.

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Weeping with my precious weepers,

Debbie Ludvigson

Ludvigson Lace Lady

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra

A portion of LUDVIGSON LACE proceeds will be donated to Lila Rose/Live Action, in defense of Life: http://www.liveaction.org

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Lacey ♡ Hospitality Square Tabletop ♡ Peach

Life is Lovelier than Lace… and the Christmas Wrap

 

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We spent a lot of time at Perkins drinking coffee, in our earlier days – Tim and I. But one evening he invited me over to his apartment to wrap Christmas gifts. I suppose this was a creative way to “kill two birds with one stone,” as practical as I know he is now.

 

I must have been speaking to Tim of my new oil painting endeavor – oil painting Christmas gifts. Even though I had not painted oils since my high school art class, “…I invested in the equipment to make Christmas gifts!” My excuse for this expensive investment was gift economics.  (If you can believe that!)

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In reality, I know now, “I’d rather paint than study…”

So we wrapped gifts together on Tim’s dining room table, at his apartment. With artful perfection, this young single man proceeded to wrap. I probably watch, more than partcipated. I did not want to interfere with his strategy. “My, he’s a professional,” I thought.

 

Many years later, I can now say this is true: he is a pro at wrapping gifts. Precision. Excellence. Now I lovingly call him, “9.9.” And he has to agree. He can’t help himself. I admire this characteristic in Tim. I remind myself not to be intiminated, but to enjoy this perfectionism. What a great asset in our dual efforts as a married couple!

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So we wrapped the Christmas presents that year together, only later realizing that it was during this ‘task time’ I was falling in love with this man!

Tim’s gifts were perfectly wrapped. My oil painting (the only present I can remember wrapping that night) was wrapped WET! Wet oil! The painting was for my Grandpa Dahl!

I only remember Grandpa Dahl on Christmas Day, with a pile of gifts on his lap, resting his albow on top. My gift to him was on the bottom, I think. It wouldn’t matter. Top or bottom, the shirt box containing the painting would collapse wherever it was in the pile! (Typical college student…)

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“Ewe! That could be disasterous,” I said to myself! I finally found a way to suggest a different placement of his gifts. The oil painting survived, by the way.

So many, many years later, Tim and I are still wrapping gifts together. And you should see the strategy in place! Quite impressively set up! And not because of me. I am the assistant.

 

First, Tim gathers all the gifts and begins calculating: how much Christmas paper does he have for adult gifts. And how much paper for the kids.

Then, he arranges a place to cut paper, per box. And finally,  he arranges the place for me to tape. It is there I settle in for a night in the elves’ shop.

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We ‘elves’ are not allowed to begin wrapping until the ‘youth’ are in bed,  fast asleep. ‘Youth’ being the age anywhere between toddler to adult! For any aged person could walk into this unveiling of the wardrobe box! (See ‘The Wardrobe’ blog, 12/2016)

 

So the wrapping customarily begins late in the evening. And it doesn’t end until done. Late. The wrapped packages are then placed back in the empty Christmas Tree Wardrobe Box, where they will wait until Christmas Eve.

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The wardrobe box is secured in its natural habitat, unbeknownst to the boys as they ‘travel’ around it the next day, and many more days after. Until Christmas Eve. When the gifts come out, along with a half eaten Christmas cookie on a Santa plate, with a cup of drunk milk.

 

“What fun it was playing Mrs. Claus with this Santa!”

But, we were exhausted at the same time. We discovered a retro Christmas CD somewhere along the way that became a necessity during the wrapping process. Evie narrates most of the song. Her narration was not discovered until many Christmases of listening pleasure had already gone by. But when I finally heard the words, I was in absolute wonder, that she had not been speaking of the Ludvigson family!

Now I know we are not the only mom and dad feeling what Evie shares. By this point in the month of December – preparing for Christmas – we are tired. The Christmas tree has been ‘danced around’ a few times, by little feet. And all the beautiful decorations have become a bit disheveled.

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As the narration goes, the lonely shepherd, who has been lost under some ‘stuff,’  is crying out to be placed back where he belongs – beside the baby Jesus, in the nativity set – beside the piling up of presents.

 

What a wake up call for me, the first time hearing Evie’s words. Probably the noise level in our home had always been so high that the narration was not heard. Unheard, until one of these late night wrapping routines. Previously, all that was heard was the music. But now I heard the shepherd’s cry, “…move me closer.”

Now, Tim and I make it our cry too. And we play Evie’s Christmas CD while we wrap!

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Life is Lovelier With Lace …

Evie speaks of ‘settling in her favorite chair,’ after her Christmas ‘chores’ have been done for one more day. This is truly me. The LudvigsonLace Lady has a ‘special chair’ where she sits with her Lace Counselor. This is where she crochets. She doesn’t need a workshop. She just needs her chair.

So when Evie hears the shepherd crying out to move him closer to the baby Jesus, this is my cry in my ‘favorite chair.’ Crocheting as I move closer to the Baby Jesus. My Savour. Messiah. Wonderful Councelor.  I love my chair. I love my Counselor.

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Merry Christmas!

May you ‘bring the Savior closer’ this Christmas season.

~ Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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Lacey ♡ Finely Fileted ♡ Infinity Scarf ♡ Peppermint Patty

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . .and the Male Delivery

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Our move to Arkansas from Minnesota was initially defined as for change of occupation. Tim had resigned from over 10 years in Sears retail and I was working for an insurance company in downtown St. Paul.

The dual occupation we endeavored together at this point was with a ministry focus. We were excited to begin using our energies to encourage The Family. Marriages, specifically. Since only wedded five years at this point, we were great candidates for FamilyLife staff: we were still in the magical newlywed mode, but we were also aware of its feisty reality.

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Even before the moving truck had been loaded in St. Paul and unloaded in Little Rock, Tim and I knew part of our southern adventure would be prolife involvement, in the name of Bethany Christian Services. 

Our hearts had already been prepared for passionate involvement. The combination of the heartbreaking discovery of our infertility and a first-time comprehension of abortion defined, created an energy within us to do something. We did not know what that would be, but it would be something .

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Pinnacle Mountain – Little Rock, AR

That something was first of all Bethany Christian Services  (BCS) foster care. And soon after that, adoption.

BCS foster care and adoption process was a wonderful experience for Tim and me. We were privileged to work with the finest of social workers. As counselors to the infertile couples and the birthmoms, they brought comfort. As advocates for the the unborn, they were resolved to see the end of abortion.

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Northwest Arkansas

Wading through paperwork was a necessary discomfort in the application process. But truly strengthened our resolve in the pursuit. For both foster care and adoption.

The foster care program for us meant caring for each newborn baby only until the adoption process was legally completed and the baby could be delivered  into the arms of the adopting parents.

We were preparing to keep each baby in our home for an average of two weeks. “That is how long it usually takes,” our BCS social worker shared with us.

After we were approved, we began to create the baby room in our little apartment home, for each and every short term love affair with each and every sweet newborn foster baby assigned to us. In the end, we had all that any baby would need! Crib. Changing table. Rocking chair. Drawers full of newborn sleepers. Onesies. Clothes in hues of pink, blue, yellow, green, purple and all the colors of the rainbow.

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Also, I found – in one volume book – a library of baby information! In this large resource we had all the answers for any question regarding our babies to come!
We were ready!

At first, there was no foster care needed. More waiting. Something Tim and I had already grown accustom to. Then, the phone rang! We were to receive our first baby! We were to go directly to the hospital, and bring her home.

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Foster Baby Joy 

“Bring an outfit. She will be in a hospital gown,” our social worker informed us.

She was so tiny. “5 1/2 pounds,” the hospital staff claimed, as they laid her in our arms.

Tim and I placed her in the car seat, and cautiously drove home. Her crib awaited her. Diapers galore. Drawers of clothes…

But the rocking chair was my favorite. I rocked her, and rocked her. And then I rocked her some more.  Praying for her and singing to her as the rocking chair ruts grew deep into the carpet.

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Foster Baby Joy ♡ One Year Old! 

“Only temporarily in my arms, sweet baby. You will be with your Forever Family soon.” I lovingly reminded both her and me. “I will give you all of my Mommy’s love until then.” And then, I followed with a silent warning to myself, “Only two weeks, Debbie.”

Two weeks turned into more. “There was a legality. It will take a bit longer. Will you continue caring for her?” 

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Foster Baby Joy 

“Oh, my! I get to hold you in my arms a little longer,” I silently whispered to her. I loved her. I prayed for her. And her Forever Family. “All is in God’s Sovereign hands.” 

After many, many weeks and after all legal issues were ironed out, this precious foster baby’s Adoption Ceremony was held in the BCS office, a special adoption suite. We lovingly referred to this suite as the Adoption Hospital. 

“No less joy-filled pain in delivery here, than the other hospital delivery room,” Tim and I decided.

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Foster Baby Joy ♡ One Year Old!

The simultaneous joy and pain in this adoption hospital was not the usual physical pain of childbirth, followed by the joy of a baby’s cry of the first breath of life outside the womb.

But it was the emotional joy and pain, mixed into one pot, which ultimately brings to a baby a loving plan of life. Somehow the birth parent, the adoptive parent, the foster parent and the social workers have been straining through a kind of labor pain, to bring this life plan to birth. And this all happened in the adoption hospital.

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Foster Baby Joy 

Tim and I were happy for the adoptive couple. And sad for the baby’s difficult transition. But happy for the baby’s ultimate Forever Family. Happy for the BCS staff for the adoptive plan fulfilled. Sad for the same staff that walked through the grief with the birthmother. Sad for the grieving we were about to experience as long term foster parents.

All in all, how very helpful to observe all the love given for the sake of one baby. And we knew all this was soon to happen again to us. With one difference: we would be acting a different role. We would be the adoptive parents.

Yes, our own adoption file had recently been activated!

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The Ludvigson Boys 

One question required in the adoption application process for Tim and me to answer was, “Would you want a girl or a boy?”

 No hesitation in our response! After the agony of infertility. After  comprehending the injustice of abortion, the answer was simply, “Either, and/or both!

With a smile under my breath, my unstated desire was twins. I had their names picked out. But how did we know what would be best for us? “That is something only God knows.” A learning curve learned through our infertily struggle.

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The Ludvigson Boys 

We knew now that any life was perfect for us! Boy!  Girl! Twin boys! Twin girls! Twin boy and girl! And beyond!

And so how blessed Tim and I were to receive our own adoption call only a few months after our foster baby and her adoptive parents had received theirs!

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The Ludvigson Boys 

On that wonderful day, emotional overflow, once again! Of course, exceedingly happy for ourselves! But grieving for another. Our baby boy had also been in short term foster care , and as foster parents, we knew there would be a sense of loss for them.

 Most certainly we knew of grieving loss felt by the precious birthmom.  And my our hearts broke for her.

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The Ludvigson Boys

This scenerio has been played out in Tim’s and my life even three more times. Exuding joy beyond imagination. But also the grieving loss felt by their birthmoms. Grief and joy, simultaneously. Bittersweet. But good.

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The Ludvigson Boys

Good, because life is always good. It’s an easy choice, really. Life. It is good.

Now for the grand finale: “Boy or girl?” asked the Bethany staff each and every time. “Either, and/or both,” our answer each time remained.

Yes, God’s choice for Tim and me, “Boy!” “Boy!” “Boy!””Boy!”

Male Delivery each time! And yours truly has been living as Queen, in a House of Males!

Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . 

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The Ludvigson Boys 

How do you exist in an all – male environment? For a time, I thought I should make myself fit more into their mold. Male stuff ruled! Even in decorating my livingroom!

But I began to rethink, “No! these young men need to see the girliness of life too!”

So, I brought out my lace… and made more!

With the loveliness of lace all around them, each one has proven to  man-euver quite well!

Still man-euvering through my lace,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra 

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Lacey ♡ CloverFields ♡ Afghan ♡ Ecru

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Life is Lovelier than Lace… and the Christmas Wrap

 

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We spent a lot of time at Perkins drinking coffee, in our earlier days – Tim and I. But one evening he invited me over to his apartment to wrap Christmas gifts. I suppose this was a creative way to “kill two birds with one stone,” as practical as I know he is now.

 

I must have been speaking to Tim of my new oil painting endeavor – oil painting Christmas gifts. Even though I had not painted oils since my high school art class, “…I invested in the equipment to make Christmas gifts!” My excuse for this expensive investment was gift economics.  (If you can believe that!)

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In reality, I know now, “I’d rather paint than study…”

So we wrapped gifts together on Tim’s dining room table, at his apartment. With artful perfection, this young single man proceeded to wrap. I probably watch, more than partcipated. I did not want to interfere with his strategy. “My, he’s a professional,” I thought.

 

Many years later, I can now say this is true: he is a pro at wrapping gifts. Precision. Excellence. Now I lovingly call him, “9.9.” And he has to agree. He can’t help himself. I admire this characteristic in Tim. I remind myself not to be intiminated, but to enjoy this perfectionism. What a great asset in our dual efforts as a married couple!

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So we wrapped the Christmas presents that year together, only later realizing that it was during this ‘task time’ I was falling in love with this man!

Tim’s gifts were perfectly wrapped. My oil painting (the only present I can remember wrapping that night) was wrapped WET! Wet oil! The painting was for my Grandpa Dahl!

I only remember Grandpa Dahl on Christmas Day, with a pile of gifts on his lap, resting his albow on top. My gift to him was on the bottom, I think. It wouldn’t matter. Top or bottom, the shirt box containing the painting would collapse wherever it was in the pile! (Typical college student…)

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“Ewe! That could be disasterous,” I said to myself! I finally found a way to suggest a different placement of his gifts. The oil painting survived, by the way.

So many, many years later, Tim and I are still wrapping gifts together. And you should see the strategy in place! Quite impressively set up! And not because of me. I am the assistant.

 

First, Tim gathers all the gifts and begins calculating: how much Christmas paper does he have for adult gifts. And how much paper for the kids.

Then, he arranges a place to cut paper, per box. And finally,  he arranges the place for me to tape. It is there I settle in for a night in the elves’ shop.

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We ‘elves’ are not allowed to begin wrapping until the ‘youth’ are in bed,  fast asleep. ‘Youth’ being the age anywhere between toddler to adult! For any aged person could walk into this unveiling of the wardrobe box! (See ‘The Wardrobe’ blog, 12/2016)

 

So the wrapping customarily begins late in the evening. And it doesn’t end until done. Late. The wrapped packages are then placed back in the empty Christmas Tree Wardrobe Box, where they will wait until Christmas Eve.

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The wardrobe box is secured in its natural habitat, unbeknownst to the boys as they ‘travel’ around it the next day, and many more days after. Until Christmas Eve. When the gifts come out, along with a half eaten Christmas cookie on a Santa plate, with a cup of drunk milk.

 

“What fun it was playing Mrs. Claus with this Santa!”

But, we were exhausted at the same time. We discovered a retro Christmas CD somewhere along the way that became a necessity during the wrapping process. Evie narrates most of the song. Her narration was not discovered until many Christmases of listening pleasure had already gone by. But when I finally heard the words, I was in absolute wonder, that she had not been speaking of the Ludvigson family!

Now I know we are not the only mom and dad feeling what Evie shares. By this point in the month of December – preparing for Christmas – we are tired. The Christmas tree has been ‘danced around’ a few times, by little feet. And all the beautiful decorations have become a bit disheveled.

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As the narration goes, the lonely shepherd, who has been lost under some ‘stuff,’  is crying out to be placed back where he belongs – beside the baby Jesus, in the nativity set – beside the piling up of presents.

 

What a wake up call for me, the first time hearing Evie’s words. Probably the noise level in our home had always been so high that the narration was not heard. Unheard, until one of these late night wrapping routines. Previously, all that was heard was the music. But now I heard the shepherd’s cry, “…move me closer.”

Now, Tim and I make it our cry too. And we play Evie’s Christmas CD while we wrap!

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Life is Lovelier With Lace …

Evie speaks of ‘settling in her favorite chair,’ after her Christmas ‘chores’ have been done for one more day. This is truly me. The LudvigsonLace Lady has a ‘special chair’ where she sits with her Lace Counselor. This is where she crochets. She doesn’t need a workshop. She just needs her chair.

So when Evie hears the shepherd crying out to move him closer to the baby Jesus, this is my cry in my ‘favorite chair.’ Crocheting as I move closer to the Baby Jesus. My Savour. Messiah. Wonderful Councelor.  I love my chair. I love my Counselor.

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Merry Christmas!

May you ‘bring the Savior closer’ this Christmas season.

~ Debbie Ludvigson

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