Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Found this fabric when we went on our mini vacation a couple of weekends ago. I just loved the simple life scenes. The muted colors and these two friends, hand in hand, sharing a long...heart to heart chat on a quiet afternoon.
Friendships are so important. Sharing sorrows and joys. Bearing each other's burdens and encouraging each other when we're down. Bosom companions. Life's gifts.
Friday, August 28, 2009
This week she is giving away a cute organizer that I would love to win for my good friend Katie. Katie, you know you want it. You know you need it. If I win it, it's yours.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
For our family, the trip is worth just as much as the destination. We like to stop at antique stores, sporting goods stores, quilt and fabric stores or any other place that catches our fancy along the way.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The other fabric is a muted paisley. I cut up the pillowcase from on old bedspread. I like the way the textures play against each other.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
My husband gave me four, raised flower beds in our backyard one year. Each year I would add a little more perennials and fill in with annuals. This year, I moved the perennials to their permanent spots around the yard and decided to try my hand at growing vegetables. Pumpkins, cantaloupe, watermelon, tomatoes, green peppers, cabbage, spinach and snow peas.
I may as well have put out a 'Free Buffet' sign for the rabbits, chipmunks, squirrels and other wildlife. Our youngest would go out, snap off a pea and eat it raw. We had enough of a pea crop to help with stir fry one night. Looking out my kitchen window one day I told our oldest we would have green peppers for him to enjoy...as I was speaking and we were both watching, a squirrel went into the garden and picked the lone, ripening pepper! 'You have got to be kidding me.' was the only thing my son could say. I love memories made in the moment.
Mr. Scarecrow was definitely not helping keeping the veggies for us!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Blessings from a dear family...their mom was interviewed and hired all in the same day for a teaching position. With the economy the way it is, this is such good news. We don't go a day without praying for those we know who are still unemployed or have recently lost their jobs. I'm very thankful for where we are.
Monday, August 17, 2009
As we get ready to send our oldest off for his senior year, this is a huge time of reflection and planning. I'ld like to make him a scrapbook for his childhood to have as he starts his life as a college student. And then to share with whatever lucky girl he meets and begins their own family with. Looking back at his life until now...looking forward to his life as he continues on after high school.
This is our middle son. We have chosen to homeschool him for a number of different reasons. It was such a good decision. None of us have regrets. This is where the planning comes in. I didn't stress about this year like I did last year, and I'm told that's normal. Thank you, Lord I get that label at least once here! LOL We've seen lots of progress with him this last year and we just know that as we go through joining a homeschool co-op and all the other opportunities we have homeschooling him, this is exactly where we all need to be.
Margaret Thatcher said that 'You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.' And I believe that's more true in parenting than anywhere else. We only get one shot at this with our children. Being their advocates, their safety and security net...while at the same time challenging them and pushing them when they need to grow. One of my favorite verses is 'Let us not become weary in doing good (which to me is a battle we all must fight), for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.' Taking on daily challengs, or battles, can become tiring. 'Have you brushed your teeth? Put on deodorant? Put your dirty clothes in the hamper?' are funny battle cries...but helping them win the war, finish the race and hear 'Well done thou good and faithful servant' is a harvest that is worth it all!
I'm so blessed to be a mom...and even more so that I've had this time at home with them.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Learnhowtoquilt.com says that seam rippers are 'a handy tool that makes it easy to rip out a seam gone bad. Keep this tool handy!'
My seam ripper is tucked up on a space next to my bobbin winder. It waits for me...and depending on how my day and sewing have gone, it either taunts and mocks me with its very need...or it is the magic eraser of all my boo boos. LOL Right now, it's been a good friend for helping me rip out an unused pillow sham so it can be combined with some cabbage rose, cottage fabric to make a new cushion for an old walnut and wicker chair we found at an antique mall.
For years I'd been on a mission to find 'the chair' for our den. I'm not vertically blessed...so the chair had to be low to the ground. I don't like modern furniture, so 'the chair' had to have some classic components. And above all, it had to be cushy and able to hold a curled up body, pillow, blanket and book on a rainy day. This one fit the bill perfectly! When I figure out how to add pictures, I'll post before and after shots.
One thing I hope that comes through this blog is how much I love life and the One who gave it to me. I was thinking about the dumb, stupid things I have done in my life while ripping out a seam on a quilt last week, wishing I had a seam ripper for all the mistakes I've lived. A way to remove them...reposition and re-pin the fabric of my life...and sew perfectly straight lines.
But then, the wisdom I've gained from having to live with crooked seams whispered quietly in my ear...where there is haste, patience may be learned...where there is anger, self control may be learned...where there is suffering, hope is born.
So, maybe seam rippers are handy tools to have when you're quilting and sewing projects...but, for now, I'll let the Tailor teach me through mismatched, crooked seams how to be just a little bit more like Him.