Monday, January 21, 2013
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Tis the season
Last week, I felt like I was half smiling and I took a picture of myself and this is it. I look scary mad like I could punch someone in the face. Time to re-evaluate how I'm really feeling and expressing myself. Lately, I dream of dancing and creating music. Maybe I'll start with some large doses of Vitamin D first though so its not dismal expressive dance and music. Ha ha. But I'm happy on the inside. I think my face skin is just droopy and old like a Bassett Hound.
I'm doing things with my hands though, which is good for my soul. I'm making little dolls like this in abundance for the upcoming Christmas party/Winter celebration and the dolls will be gifts for purchase with Pocket Man.
It's a dark picture, but we're getting ready for the Christmas. My dad brought the potted pine from his neck of the woods (Oregon).
The dollies aren't growing much but Olivia is now 38 1/2 inches.
Running around and dancing in garbage bag suspenders (with supervision!) made for good rainy day play.
Our lovely feathery ladies have begun producing! 5 eggs every two days. Last week I was making a cake and in the middle of it I realized I didn't have eggs--I hate that!- and scurried looking for substitutes, which I use quite often. Sour cream? Banana? Applesauce? Then I remembered we have chickens that are actually useful for something now. And lo and behold, they did have two eggs out there for me. Hoorah! I stepped in poop in the coop, but whatevs!
Here's a picture from my phone. Attempting to take more "everyday" pictures that tell about regular parts of the day. This was lunch. (We don't always have cute bread, but we always have soup!)
About 3 miles away is a park always populated by deer & babies this time of year. We've been going at least once a week since October.
I let Olivia stand in the front seat once we get into the park (safety first!) and we brought hot chocolate since its cold here.
This is something I made lately. Actually, just a couple days ago. Ive been trying to think of a way to resolve my conflict: we don't have a place to hang artwork nor do we have an advent calendar. Then all in about 3 minutes it came together. We had chalkboard paint since I thought of a project in Maryland but didn't do it, and Dave had scrap wood in the backyard from the chicken coop. Bam! Two in one! When Decembers over we'll just use it to hang art. I like it.
Tomorrow I'm hosting a book club for the book dickens wrote. A Christmas Carol. You should come. Id love some k&j time! Leave now!
I'm doing things with my hands though, which is good for my soul. I'm making little dolls like this in abundance for the upcoming Christmas party/Winter celebration and the dolls will be gifts for purchase with Pocket Man.
It's a dark picture, but we're getting ready for the Christmas. My dad brought the potted pine from his neck of the woods (Oregon).
The dollies aren't growing much but Olivia is now 38 1/2 inches.
Running around and dancing in garbage bag suspenders (with supervision!) made for good rainy day play.
Our lovely feathery ladies have begun producing! 5 eggs every two days. Last week I was making a cake and in the middle of it I realized I didn't have eggs--I hate that!- and scurried looking for substitutes, which I use quite often. Sour cream? Banana? Applesauce? Then I remembered we have chickens that are actually useful for something now. And lo and behold, they did have two eggs out there for me. Hoorah! I stepped in poop in the coop, but whatevs!
Here's a picture from my phone. Attempting to take more "everyday" pictures that tell about regular parts of the day. This was lunch. (We don't always have cute bread, but we always have soup!)
About 3 miles away is a park always populated by deer & babies this time of year. We've been going at least once a week since October.
I let Olivia stand in the front seat once we get into the park (safety first!) and we brought hot chocolate since its cold here.
This is something I made lately. Actually, just a couple days ago. Ive been trying to think of a way to resolve my conflict: we don't have a place to hang artwork nor do we have an advent calendar. Then all in about 3 minutes it came together. We had chalkboard paint since I thought of a project in Maryland but didn't do it, and Dave had scrap wood in the backyard from the chicken coop. Bam! Two in one! When Decembers over we'll just use it to hang art. I like it.
Tomorrow I'm hosting a book club for the book dickens wrote. A Christmas Carol. You should come. Id love some k&j time! Leave now!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
A thingy type of day
I felted a soap for my friend. It took forever. Not the right technique yet....
But I love the result. It looks like a stone now.
I was looking for a gift for my grandma.
Yet, I ended up running into so many lovable things for myself....
Namely... a wallet....
A felt bag for my felting wool...
This we borrowed from Kindergarten... love Elsa Beskow books!!!
This sparkly bracelette was found at the dollar store next door...
Last but not least... a super cute frame (for 3 Euros on sale!).
And a super cute, super huge emaille mug.
Seriously, I never buy useless things for myself.
For my daughter - sure. But for myself...
I have no idea how this happened!
And I have no idea, why I don't feel guilty this time.
It's just one of these days... I guess.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Felt Flower
This one above I made myself! (about 1 hr)
Find the tutorial here: http://
Chestnut Fun
We got sooo many. All week it's been the big "thing" to play with. We count them, we sort them by size, we put them on the couch, in the bathtub, on the floor, we made fall decoration... simple and so beautiful! Truely my style of playing...
Sunday, September 9, 2012
I hope you like jammin' too
I couldn't resist the title.
It's been lively here the last few weeks. Warm. Not raining. Sunny, even. And that's saying a lot since we live in this "Pacific Northwest" part of the country known for its wetness.
But, all that rain brings loads of berries. They literally grow as weeds here; taking over everything else that tries to grow. Luckily, we found a good way to utilize these fruitful weeds here. These days, our freezer is chock full of Ziploc freezer bags full of blackberries. (I know, you love them, too).
Today, I canned. In two hours I did two batches of jam. The first one was strawberry jam (I thought we were all out. Right after I resolved lamenting, I found two freezer bags full of strawberries just begging to be turned to jam.)
I grew up thinking that canning was this mysterious and difficult process. My mom wasn't geared toward kitchen projects, though she is a thoughtful and talented homemaker. So, to me, I feel like I'm doing something that is new and productive. I like the feeling of preserving an otherwise very perishable delicate fine fruit.
On one occasion in the last few weeks, we picked a big box of berries. We carried on throughout the day doing our park playtime, dinner, bath, bed routine and by the time I peeked on the berries at night, the top layer had already began to get fuzzy from mold.
I digress.
Here you have it, Sister. It's what's for dinner. : )
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It's been lively here the last few weeks. Warm. Not raining. Sunny, even. And that's saying a lot since we live in this "Pacific Northwest" part of the country known for its wetness.
But, all that rain brings loads of berries. They literally grow as weeds here; taking over everything else that tries to grow. Luckily, we found a good way to utilize these fruitful weeds here. These days, our freezer is chock full of Ziploc freezer bags full of blackberries. (I know, you love them, too).
Today, I canned. In two hours I did two batches of jam. The first one was strawberry jam (I thought we were all out. Right after I resolved lamenting, I found two freezer bags full of strawberries just begging to be turned to jam.)
I grew up thinking that canning was this mysterious and difficult process. My mom wasn't geared toward kitchen projects, though she is a thoughtful and talented homemaker. So, to me, I feel like I'm doing something that is new and productive. I like the feeling of preserving an otherwise very perishable delicate fine fruit.
On one occasion in the last few weeks, we picked a big box of berries. We carried on throughout the day doing our park playtime, dinner, bath, bed routine and by the time I peeked on the berries at night, the top layer had already began to get fuzzy from mold.
I digress.
Here you have it, Sister. It's what's for dinner. : )
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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