Life is Lovelier With Lace…and a Christmas, “I Do, I Do!”

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In the midst of the Great Preparation for Christmas one year, long ago, there was a young couple about to make a decision that would change the course of history, for them…and the generations to follow.

First, there was Tim. He was quite sure he had found the ‘girl of all girls’ that he hoped would be his wife.

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And then there was this girl, who hoped that this guy would finally propose! The ring had been chosen months ago. For a guy she knew quite well by this point, she knew there would probably have to be the element of surprise involved. So she was purposing to be prepared.

Because he knew that she was determined to know, his maneuvering was that much more unascertainable.

We are speaking of a marriage proposal .

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The date was December 15, 1979. He had invited her to the Chanhassen Dinner Theatre to see “I Do! I Do!” This invitation was officially offered two months in advance.

“Hmmm,” is all she could say. And, “What will I wear.” 😊

He gave no other ‘subtle’ hints. But what more would you need!

I had nothing to wear! As a ‘poor college student’ my options were limited to the typical comfy ‘study-wear.’

There was this girlfriend of mine, with some gorgeous evening outfit options. But, how might I phrase my question to her? “I think I’m going to be proposed to on this night; can I borrow your clothes?” Probably not.

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However I worded this odd request, I ended up with a very nice, borrowed outfit. And what else did I have to do, but practice saying, “Yes!”

I have no idea what this man with the probable ring in his pocket had to do with the two months of waiting. But finally, the night of all nights arrived. I was dressed and ready when he arrived at my door.

As my apartment door opened, I saw my handsome man of my dreams (and future) awaiting to enter. He had a surprisingly LARGE gift box in his arms! Purple. Bachman’s flowers. Not a long box, which would contain long stem roses. Of course, he had already done that. Not original enough. And too annoyingly predictable.

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I opened the LARGE purple box to find a Christmas silk flower arrangement. A sleigh motif. Nice. Let’s see now, where is the ring hiding…

No ring in the Christmas sleigh arrangement.

And off the Chanhassen we go. The atmosphere was romantic. The food was delicious, although I didn’t taste a thing. The play was…on the topic, you might say!

So, at this point we have experienced a wonderful evening, with all plans – on both our parts – playing out well. My dress and my ‘Yes’ were vigilantly ready for that moment. And he, so smoothly continued to carry on ‘whatever’ his plan was…

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Watch “Gaither Vocal Band – Winter Wonderland” on YouTube
Gaither Vocal Band – Winter Wonderland: https://youtu.be/wJ8QGlwDIc0

On the way home…how romantic! The music from the car radio was filling the air with, “In the meadow we can build a snowman…and pretend that he is Parson Brown. He’ll say ‘are you married,’ we’ll say, ‘No, man. But you can do the job when you’re in town!'”

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I hummed along, in pure delight, as to what was about to happen to me! ‘Yes!’ I continued to practiced…

We arrived back at my apartment. About 12:30am. Instead of coming in for a while, he just said, ‘goodbye’ at the door. With a goodbye-at-the-door kiss.

And that was it! No proposal! No ring!

I went in the bathroom and sulked. Unbelievable. I really thought this would be the night! And it wasn’t! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

And then, there was a soft knock at my apartment door. ‘Oh, who could that be? At this hour! And I am so forlourn. I don’t want to see anybody!’

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Going to the door, dispite how I felt- opening it slightly. Looking out, it was Tim. With a sheepish grin. “Oh, I forgot.” Handing me a small velvet ringbox, he asked. HE ASKED!

“Will you marry me?”

And with all my preparation forgotton, I blurted out, “ARE YOU KIDDING!

Thankfully, I recovered from this out-manuevering man’s method. I said, “Yes!”

And the rest is 37 historical years.

Life is Lovelier With Lace …

Oh my, oh my, oh my. I love lace, yes I do.

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But my man. Comparitively speaking, my man makes lace look…unlovely. Gentlemanly then. Gentlemanly now. All-giving love, always. Sacrificial care, easily documented.

I have been blessed with Tim.

Not only do I have my Tim, I have my Tim, who loves my lace.My Tim, CEO of LUDVIGSON LACE.

December 15. Celebrated every year. Celebrating, “Are

you kidding!”

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May the LOVE of Christmas be yours today,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra

http://www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

http://ludvigsonlace.simdif.com

https://ludvigsonlace.wordpress.com

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Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . and the Marriage Prayer

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Many years ago now, we were preparing for my parent’s 50th Wedding Anniversary. In searching for a favorite poem to share for their anniversary program, I had great difficulty finding a written copy.

The poem I remembered was a prayer for a marriage ceremony. There was soft music playing as a backdrop to the reading. The recitation was made by a familiar deep, bass voice – a voice renown for his music and his radio broadcast, Nightsounds. His name, Bill Pierce.

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Then one suggested a starting/stopping of the old stereo system method, while another wrote frantically. He would assist.

So with pen and paper ready, and his finger stationed at the stereo’s start and stop, we began.

All  was going well. He had to back up a few times. But progress was sure. The end was in sight.

Until suddenly, I just broke down in tears. In front of my son.

‘Looking foolish,’ I thought.

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But I was so touched by the words of this prayer. A beautiful outcry for a faith journey only to succeed with the God of Love before you:

“O God of Love,

You have established marriage for the welfare and happiness of mankind. Yours was the Your plan and only with You can we work it out with joy. You have said, “It is not good for man to be alone; I will make a helper suitable for him.” Now our joys are doubled, since the happiness of one is the happiness of the other. Our burdens now are halved,  when we share them, we divide the load.

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Bless this husband. 

Bless him as provider of nourishment and raiment. And sustain him in all the exacting and pressures of his battle for bread. May his strength be her protection, his character be her boast and pride. And my he so live that she will find in Him a haven for which the heart of a woman truly longs.

Bless this loving wife. 

Give her tenderness that will make her great, a deep sense of understanding and a great faith in You. Give her that inner beauty of soul that never fades – that eternal youth that is found in holding fast the things that never age.

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Teach them that marriage is not living merely for each other; It is two united and joining hands to serve You. Give them a great spiritual purpose in life. May they seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and the other things shall be added to them. 


May they not expect the perfection of each other that belongs to You. May they minimize each other’s weaknesses, be swift to praise and magnify each other’s points of comliness and strength, and see each other through a lover’s kind and patient eyes.

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Now make assignments on the scroll of Your will as will bless them, and develop their characters as they walk together. Give them enough tears to keep them tender, enough hurts to keep them humane, enough failure to keep their hands clenched tightly in Yours and enough success to make them sure they walk with God.

May they never take each other’s love for granted, but always experience the breathless wonder that exclaims, “Out of all this world, you have chosen me.”

Then when life is done and the sun is setting, may they be found then as now, hand in hand – still thanking God for each other. May they serve You happily, faithfully, together, until at last one shall lay the other into the arms of God.

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This we ask through Jesus Christ, Great Lover of All Souls. Amen.”

~ Louis H. Evans

“What a beautiful prayer,” I thought as my son had to watch me wipe an escaping tear from my eye.

Please enjoy Bill Pierce’s sharing of The Marriage Prayer, here:

https://youtu.be/MP7Z-bpCZgk

Life is Lovelier with Lace…

With hook and thread in hand and this prayer on my lips – for my own marriage, I offer this prayer for you and yours also.

~Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra

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Life is Lovelier With Lace…and a Christmas, “I Do, I Do!”

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In the midst of the Great Preparation for Christmas one year, long ago, there was a young couple about to make a decision that would change the course of history, for them…and the generations to follow.

First, there was Tim. He was quite sure he had found the ‘girl of all girls’ that he hoped would be his wife.

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And then there was this girl, who hoped that this guy would finally propose! The ring had been chosen months ago. For a guy she knew quite well by this point, she knew there would probably have to be the element of surprise involved. So she was purposing to be prepared.

Because he knew that she was determined to know, his maneuvering was that much more unascertainable.

We are speaking of a marriage proposal .

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The date was December 15, 1979. He had invited her to the Chanhassen Dinner Theatre to see “I Do! I Do!” This invitation was officially offered two months in advance.

“Hmmm,” is all she could say. And, “What will I wear.” 😊

He gave no other ‘subtle’ hints. But what more would you need!

I had nothing to wear! As a ‘poor college student’ my options were limited to the typical comfy ‘study-wear.’

There was this girlfriend of mine, with some gorgeous evening outfit options. But, how might  I phrase my question to her? “I think I’m going to be proposed to on this night; can I borrow your clothes?” Probably not.

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However I worded this odd request, I ended up with a very nice, borrowed outfit. And what else did I have to do, but practice saying, “Yes!”

I have no idea what this man with the probable ring in his pocket had to do with the two months of waiting. But finally, the night of all nights arrived. I was dressed and ready when he arrived at my door.

As my apartment door opened, I saw my handsome man of my dreams (and future) awaiting to enter. He had a surprisingly LARGE gift box  in his arms! Purple. Bachman’s flowers. Not a long box, which would contain long stem roses. Of course, he had already done that. Not original enough. And too annoyingly predictable.

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I opened the LARGE purple box to find a Christmas silk flower arrangement. A sleigh motif. Nice. Let’s see now, where is the ring hiding…

No ring in the Christmas sleigh arrangement.

And off the Chanhassen we go. The atmosphere was romantic. The food was delicious, although I didn’t taste a thing. The play was…on the topic, you might say!

So, at this point we have experienced a wonderful evening, with all plans – on both our parts – playing out well. My dress and my ‘Yes’ were vigilantly ready for that moment. And he, so smoothly continued to carry on ‘whatever’ his plan was…

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Watch “Gaither Vocal Band – Winter Wonderland” on YouTube
Gaither Vocal Band – Winter Wonderland: https://youtu.be/wJ8QGlwDIc0

On the way home…how romantic! The music from the car radio  was filling the air with, “In the meadow we can build a snowman…and pretend that he is Parson Brown. He’ll say ‘are you married,’ we’ll say, ‘No, man. But you can do the job when you’re in town!'”

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I hummed along, in pure delight, as to what was about to happen to me! ‘Yes!’ I continued to practiced…

We arrived back at my apartment. About 12:30am. Instead of coming in for a while, he just said, ‘goodbye’ at the door. With a goodbye-at-the-door kiss.

And that was it! No proposal! No ring!

I went in the bathroom and sulked. Unbelievable. I really thought this would be the night! And it wasn’t! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

And then, there was a soft knock at my apartment door. ‘Oh, who could that be? At this hour! And I am so forlourn. I don’t want to see anybody!’

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Going to the door, dispite how I felt- opening it slightly. Looking out, it was Tim. With a sheepish grin. “Oh, I forgot.” Handing me a small velvet ringbox, he asked. HE ASKED!

“Will you marry me?”

And with all my preparation forgotton, I blurted out, “ARE YOU KIDDING!

Thankfully, I recovered from this out-manuevering man’s method. I said, “Yes!”

And the rest is 37 historical years.

Life is Lovelier With Lace …

Oh my, oh my, oh my. I love lace, yes I do.

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But my man. Comparitively speaking, my man makes lace look…unlovely. Gentlemanly then. Gentlemanly now. All-giving love, always. Sacrificial care, easily documented.

I have been blessed with Tim.

Not only do I have my Tim, I have my Tim, who loves my lace.My Tim, CEO of LUDVIGSON LACE.

December 15. Celebrated every year. Celebrating, “Are

you kidding!”

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May the LOVE of Christmas be yours today,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra

http://www.aftcra.com/ludvigsonlace

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Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Hummer Mail!

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Pull up a chair at Hummer’s kitchen table, where you will find the Ludvigson Lace Lady! Their chatter is in regard to a recent letter enclosing a special poem received at a poignant time:

• Drew and Grandpa

• Drew and the Military

• Drew & Josie – waiting for ‘that moment!’

Hummer’s Blog: hymnsforhimtheludvigsons.wordpress.com 

Hummer’s Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/TimDebbieLudvigson 

@HymnsForHimTheLudvigsons @HummerBlog

Hummer’s Website: hymnsforhimludvigson.simdif.com 

Ludvigson Lace Lady: “UPDATE: Drew and Josie are newlyweds, on their way to Alaska! ” 

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I guess there will be more to blog on this in the near future! In the mean time, the Ludvigson Lace Lady whirls the crochet hook all that much faster!

Ludvigson Lace Lady: “Too much excitement!  Gotta handle it with my Lover’s Knot and my CloverField! So calming. Love that left-handed hook activity! Stay tuned in for more about Drew and Josie and LUDVIGSON LACE!”

Hookin’ at  Hummer’s,

~ Debbie Ludvigson 

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra 

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Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And the Deer in the Headlights!

 

FB_IMG_1504208202363“Oh my! August is almost done!”

Time was flying for the Ludvigson Lace Lady!

“They say that happens as you get older.”

And that is true. The month of August was filled with activity. But she can’t recall anything majorly earthshaking.

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“At least for Tim and me!”

Earthshaking for our country? Yes! First there was devastation in Charlottesville, Virginia. And now we are into the midst of Hurricane Harvey!

“Our prayers have been focused on our county’s needs, for sure.”

But the Ludvigson Lace Lady and Tim, needless to say, still carved out time to celebrate 37 years of marriage!

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“Out to dinner!”

Yes, just as they did from the very start. They have always loved the cozy, quiet, candlelit tables with soft music. Just the two of them.

“And we did it again this year!”

The atmosphere of the restaurant gives perfect opportunity for talking together. For sharing. And what has been shared down through the years has now become so vast, it would be difficult to compile a list of topics!

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“We could even admit that now all we have to do is stare into each other’s eyes, and communication is complete!”

They pretty much know what each other is thinking.

The Ludvigson Lace Lady has been so blessed with Tim. Sometimes she just has to get the Kleenex box out and let the tears flow. She becomes overwhelmed with how good God has been.

“He has been by my side through the good and the bad. Through difficult circumstances, Tim as been sure and strong. Like a rod of steel. And as for fun times, we have laughed through many, together.”

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Sometimes the laughter is a nightime regular. And quite possibly a nuisance to the neighbors!

I can’t help it! Tim is so funny!”

Let’s see. If a list could be compiled:

•Major Job Changes •Pizza Parties Times  Friends Times Encore •Sweeping Moves Across the USA Times Three •Neighborhood Block Parties • Emergency Room Visits Times All Members of the Ludvigson Family •Symphony Concerts •Wedding Diamond Lost

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•Infertility and Adoption Times Four •4th of July Mega Picnics •Diabetes Discovery  •Camping in Colorado •Diabetes Low Blood Sugar Times Many ER Personnel •Disney World •Pneumonia Times Three – Simultaneously •Broken Wrist •Ludvigson Lawn Service – Spring Care •Playing Canadian Brass Music •Car Accidents •Homeschool High School Graduation Programs •Meningitis Emergency

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•Ludvigson Lawn Service – Summer Care •Smashed Thumb Emergency •Hymns for Him •Homeschool Rivalry Medical Emergencies •Blue Grass by Hymns for Him •Back Surgeries •Ludvigson Lawn Service –  Autumn Care •Ludvigson Lawn Service – Winter Care •Saxon Math •Mille Lacs Lake •WBLA •Ludvigson Boys Videorama  •Ect…

“Oh! Please stop! TMI! And this is just a drop in the bucket. No wonder we just stare into each other’s eyes in the candlelight!”

There is no way to contain the experiences through the years. Many times the major ordeals do not hold as much value as the minor momentous particulars of a day.

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It all carries significance. Every single moment. And when the Ludvigson Lace Lady slows life down enough to reminisce, that is when the tears start to flow. She knows there is no way Tim and she could have survived their married life alone.

“Without our Significant One (God) the whole thing would have crumbled. Marriage. Family. Life. Crumbled.”

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Life is Lovelier with Lace…

And so, what can I say? To summarize a romantic candlelight dinner to celebrate 37 years in a few words? It makes me think our glistening eyes would look more like two deer in the headlights!

There is more than we can say. And there is One Who is More than we can understand, regarding His love and care for us.

In the years ahead, whether our eyes resemble romance remembrance or the deer in the headlights, Tim and I will know Who is with us every step of every day.

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And so we continue on to year thirty-eight.

But how does my lace crochet play into this memory recall? Oh my! Without the hook and the thread to slow me down, I would not remember anything! Crocheting is so very soothing. It creates a time to reflect.

So yes, I will continue crocheting – and reflecting –  as I move on into another year with my Tim ♡.

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On to ~ 38 ~ with Tim and my Hook,

Debbie Ludvigson 

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

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Life is Lovelier with Lace. . . and the Marriage Prayer

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Many years ago now, we were preparing for my parent’s 50th Wedding Anniversary. In searching for a favorite poem to share for their anniversary program, I had great difficulty finding a written copy.

The poem I remembered was a prayer for a marriage ceremony. There was soft music playing as a backdrop to the reading. The recitation was made by a familiar deep, bass voice – a voice renown for his music and his radio broadcast, Nightsounds. His name, Bill Pierce.

Then one suggested a starting/stopping of the old stereo system method, while another wrote frantically. He would assist.

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So with pen and paper ready, and his finger stationed at the stereo’s start and stop, we began.

All  was going well. He had to back up a few times. But progress was sure. The end was in sight.

Until suddenly, I just broke down in tears. In front of my son.

‘Looking foolish,’ I thought.

But I was so touched by the words of this prayer. A beautiful outcry for a faith journey only to succeed with the God of Love before you:

“O God of Love,

You have established marriage for the welfare and happiness of mankind. Yours was the Your plan and only with You can we work it out with joy. You have said, “It is not good for man to be alone; I will make a helper suitable for him.” Now our joys are doubled, since the happiness of one is the happiness of the other. Our burdens now are halved,  when we share them, we divide the load.

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Bless this husband. 

Bless him as provider of nourishment and raiment. And sustain him in all the exacting and pressures of his battle for bread. May his strength be her protection, his character be her boast and pride. And my he so live that she will find in Him a haven for which the heart of a woman truly longs.

Bless this loving wife. 

Give her tenderness that will make her great, a deep sense of understanding and a great faith in You. Give her that inner beauty of soul that never fades – that eternal youth that is found in holding fast the things that never age.

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Teach them that marriage is not living merely for each other; It is two united and joining hands to serve You. Give them a great spiritual purpose in life. May they seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and the other things shall be added to them. 


May they not expect the perfection of each other that belongs to You. May they minimize each other’s weaknesses, be swift to praise and magnify each other’s points of comliness and strength, and see each other through a lover’s kind and patient eyes.

Now make assignments on the scroll of Your will as will bless them, and develop their characters as they walk together. Give them enough tears to keep them tender, enough hurts to keep them humane, enough failure to keep their hands clenched tightly in Yours and enough success to make them sure they walk with God.

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May they never take each other’s love for granted, but always experience the breathless wonder that exclaims, “Out of all this world, you have chosen me.”

Then when life is done and the sun is setting, may they be found then as now, hand in hand – still thanking God for each other. May they serve You happily, faithfully, together, until at last one shall lay the other into the arms of God.

This we ask through Jesus Christ, Great Lover of All Souls. Amen.”

~ Louis H. Evans

 

 

“What a beautiful prayer,” I thought as my son had to watch me wipe an escaping tear from my eye.

Please enjoy Bill Pierce’s sharing of The Marriage Prayer, here:

https://youtu.be/MP7Z-bpCZgk

Life is Lovelier with Lace…

With hook and thread in hand and this prayer on my lips – for my own marriage, I offer this prayer for you and yours also.

~Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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My Blog: https://ludvigsonlace.wordpress.com

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Life is Lovelier With Lace…and Teetotaling Christmas Parties!

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Christmas. Mid-December. Department stores are filled with frantic shoppers. Those who prefer waiting for the holiday spirit to provoke them to buy, or those who have no idea what to purchase – just need a gift. And finally, those who are waiting for their holiday paycheck to purchase those special gifts.

Also, in mid-December,  are those many company Christmas parties, that require your attendance. Some enjoyable. Some not. But all attended.

We have attended many company Christmas parties in our 37 years. With a variety of celebration styles. Some party styles are more suited to us then others. And some evoke memories that will forever after change us. Somehow. In some way.

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To begin, in the early years, attending Tim’s employment Christmas parties where he was employed as a salesman, was a bit intimidating to me. As a recent college graduate, I had not been around professionals much.

So I did my best to fit in.

There would be alcohol served. I didn’t grow up around alcohol. But neither had Tim.  Even though he was only in his mid twenties, he had been selling for just short of a decade. And had been to more than a few company Christmas parties.

It was a bit tricky. Some of Tim’s coworkers were members of Alcoholics Anonymous, which meant two challenges at the company Christmas party for them: 1) Would they be able to say ‘no’ to the alcohol offered to them; 2) Would they successfully endure not drinking around the others that were?

Even though we were aware of the plight of these friends/coworkers, we chose to drink at the Christmas dinners.

“Red wine is served with red meat; white wine is served with white meat,” Tim informed me. Ok. I could do this. And I did. And I quite enjoyed it.

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Then there was the introduction of champagne. Ditto on the enjoyment!

In those early years, Tim and I often had reservations at fancier restaurants. The Orien Room is pictureques to me, at the moment.

Taking the elevator to the top of one Minneapolis skyscraper, you enter  glassed-in interior. The evening motif is flooded with candlelight and accompanied with soft, romantic music.

Wow.

As we are directed to our linen and crystal covered table, our waiter introduces himself asking what wine we would like with our meal. Tim suavely responds. It will match the meal…

So throughout the evening, the wine is lying in an ice cooler, beside our table, demanding recognition. Ready for any refills.

We enjoy the meal. The candlelight. The music. The conversation. And the wine.

When we are preparing to leave, I look at the wine in the wine cooler, wondering what will become if it? There must be quite a bit left. We really didn’t drink that much…

So I ask Tim, “What are they to do with the rest of the wine?” Tim’s mind was revealed through his grin. “Why do you ask?”

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“Because it’s ours. We paid for the whole bottle, didn’t we?” I whisper to Tim.

I do not recall any further response to this question. I guess he didn’t think it was necessary!

At this time I  was working in the heart of St. Paul, Minnesota, at an affiliate of a large, well known company.  I acted as receptionist, secretary and bookkeeper, in our small office. We managed, amongst other properties, the downtown St. Paul building that our office was housed in. A tall modern building of some 20 floors. Filled with professionals, leasing from us. Most were lawyers.

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Our neighboring leasee was a one-man office. He had a marketing business that included marketing to those in our building. And he had an annual Christmas Open House. December 24th. A short day, just before closing shop for the holidays.

“Come celebrate the season with me,” he shared with all. Enjoy some crackers and cheese, before heading home for your family festivities!

Along with the crackers and cheese was, champagne!

So when my boss cleared the way for me to go, I head over to the cheese, crackers…and champagne.

The crackers and cheese looked inviting, but I hoped to graciously decline eating any of it. I was counting calories, and wanted to save the calories for later! Was I hungry? Yes. But that was beside the point.

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As for the champagne, I would accept the offer. To be socially acceptable. ‘I will respectfully partake while I visit. Then I will mosey on back to my desk, to continue my job.’

But as I sipped the champagne on my empty stomach, I didn’t think I would even ‘mosey!’

I was dizzy! And I was just sitting. What was happening?

Somewhere out of the blue, I remembered it said, “You don’the drink on an empty stomach.”

“One timeless piece of wisdom about drinking is that one should never drink on an empty stomach. Drinking on an empty stomach, common lore suggests, causes one to get intoxicated at a much faster rate and increases the likelihood of experiencing alcohol related nausea and vomiting.” (Pure Dihydromyricetin)

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New to me! Naive. And yes, Blonde.

Somehow I regrounded myself and walked a steady line back to my desk, next door. I must have eaten something after returning, because I was able to continue on with my day, and make it home at the end. (I used the city bus for transpotation.)

Always something to learn, isn’the there?

Life lessons are in our every day. Regarding my use of alcohol, it was soon after this experience that I made a conscious decision to not partake anymore.

Why? It was not because I did not enjoy it! I did!

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For probably 2 reasons I decided to ‘just say no:’ 1) For all those (AA) who had to say ‘no.’ 2) For myself. Do I have the self control needed? And so with my Christmas Open House story, I remember my commitnent. And will enjoy my ‘cokes.’

Life is Lovelier With Lace …

Simply put, I am not destined to get drunk on lace! I can crochet lace uncontained! 

Enjoy my lace! I will have to consider adding to my already established marketing jargon: ♡ Smoke free ♡ Petal free ♡ Dust free ♡… Alcohol free!

Hoping you are enjoying your Chistmas merry making!

~Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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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

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Sentimental Treasures

 

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“I’ll  take the trash out,” can be routinely heard every morning as the goodbye and the kiss are issued, starting another day.

This would be Tim and me. Trash, for us today equals only one, maybe two, Walmart bags, collecting any throw out item in the whole of our dwelling.

“It’s rather fun to joke about it,” is really what we are saying. Our belongings have so dramatically shrunk in size, so as to fit in our miniature penthouse, more lovingly referred to as our Treehouse.

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Historically speaking, we have done our share of collecting treasures…and trashing treasures! And, ooh… how the trashing hurts! How do you decide what to keep and what to donate to the thrift store? Quite a personal matter, to be sure!

Truly, what is trash to you, is treasure to someone else. And visa versa. Across the board. No second guessing.

So the event of our last move was a major emotional whip lash for Tim and me. Each item had to pass through two sets of hands with a ‘yeh‘ or a ‘ney.’ If we both said, ‘yeh,’ we could place it in the ‘yeh‘ pile. But when the ‘yeh‘ pile had grown too large, we had to both grit our teeth, shed a tear, and ‘ney‘ it.

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The ‘ney‘ pile became carload after carload of thrift store donations! The carloads were so frequently presented to the thrift store staff that you might have heard me under my breath blurting out, “I’m  sorry.” Followed by, “Oh, this is glass. You might have to handle this box with both hands.” Or “This is a very fine stemware collection…please handle with care!”

But I could only whisper those words through my teeth, because I have been a regular on the other side of the thrift store counter: a consumer. And I know how callous shoppers can become when combing  through the goods.

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So, when Tim and I managed to fit what we could into our Treehouse, we grievingly forfeited any forthcoming right to add anymore items. For true living room!

The Walmart trash bags was – and will be – removed gleefully by either occupants – Tim or me!

Because of this excruciating experience,  I seem to have a heightened awareness of the personality of taste. Not everyone likes what I like! I do not like what everyone else likes! And what a colorful world we live in, as a result. Colorful in size, shapes, eras, hobbies, all displayed in our own (large or small) living quarters.

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And the Ludvigson Lace Lady has enjoyed acquiescing with all the different styles and colors of lacey apparel and home decore. Yes, there is more than one way to create beauty!

But back to the trash issue:

Life is Lovelier With Lace…

The Ludvigson Lace Lady must remain firm on this one thing:

Lace is Beautiful. Always. New lace. Vintage lace. It is a treasure.

Lace has a place in this always changing world. Lace somehow magically makes the place it occupies a little more gentle. A little more softer. Hard reverts to soft. Anxiety to calm. Furrowed eyebrows to smiles. It just does. Period.

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So, acquiesce with treasures. Or trash. Or visa versa. But join me with a complete, wholehearted agreement that lace… is always and forever, lovely.

Immutably loving lace,

~Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady 

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Life is Lovelier With Lace. . . And Dubbed “Debbie”

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Did you sit in the Debbie row in elementary school, as I did? If grade school for you was in the early 1960’s, you probably did.

Yes, we had a special place to sit – just because we were Debbie! Or Debby, or Debi…or Deborah. As a child, I had no idea why there were so many Debbie’s!

But the recent passing of Debbie Reynolds was a confirmation of the Great. Debbie. Following.

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Yes, our parents were in love with Debbie Reynolds. And I don’t blame them! Ms Reynolds was a terrific actress. Can she ever dance! And sing! And, my what a sweet innocent smile she wore!

Must have been a mite disconcerting to my mom, that I was one of so many Debbies. “Oh, but, Mom! I’m One-in-a-Million!”

It seemed that my mom chose to give the spelling of my name a new little twist each year, as she filled out the school paper work. Possibly she was more concerned about my individuality!

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As all the different spellings piled up in my school records, I wasn’t sure, myself, how to spell my name! Creative motherly love in action, I must say!

Watch ‘Debbie’ dance! Click below:

Give A Girl A Break (1953) – Balloon Dance: https://youtu.be/DhNrp33bTRw

When it was time to register for Tim’s and my marriage license, I found opportunity to simplify life in the name category: not only did I change my last name to Ludvigson, but I also claimed one spelling of Debbie. So from the genesis of our marriage, my official spelling of my first name is D-e-b-b-i-e. Whew! No more worries!

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As for Ludvigson, spelling education came early on. The explanation of its simplicity was tutored by Tim, himself. Over coffee. Across the Embers table – surrounded by vast chatter of other young singles from our church.

“So, how do you say your last name? And how do you spell it?” This was me, just making conversation…and, no, I was not making inquiries!

“It’s very simple,” quibbed Tim,“it’s just three short vowel sounded syllables, put together.”

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“Oh?” said I, not too amused at the notoriety of its simplicity.

“Yes,” says he. “And you put the three together, like this: Lud/vig/son.”

Little did I know at that time, that I would use this illustration over and over again as his wife, turned Mrs. Debbie Ludvigson.

Only I also had to add – as I had heard later on by, this, my husband – “L-U-D-V (as in Victory) – I – G (as in George) – S – O – N”

“Now, that is the trick of the trade,” I surmised! And in every new conversation, needing name specifics, this must be attached!

Life is Lovelier With Lace. . .

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Legacy Letters

Names given are significant. At birth. At marriage. And for that reason Legacy Letters is noteworthy. Legacy Letters are custom built to bring lasting worth to a name. Your name.

Legacy Letters are a specialty item of LUDVIGSON LACE ♡ Aftcra. A simple display of your name! Usually the lettering is framed. In a shadow box frame, it looks especially nice. And there is a good chance that after hanging on your wall now, it will hang similarly on your son’s wall in the future!

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Legacy Letters

For a name – your name – is with you forever! Your name is significant!

Significantly dubbed,

Debbie Ludvigson

The Ludvigson Lace Lady

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