I Made it Monday: Organza Flowers

These are a long overdue comission (if you can call "Hey, I'll make some for you if you buy me some Sonic" a comission) for my mom. The cream is my favorite. I don't know if it comes through at all, but the top two layers of organza are glittery, and the button is vintage mother of pearl.

Now to get sewing for the giveaway. However, that will have to wait until crafter's back resolves itself.

Sunday Inspiration

We must make our own happiness. As President Spencer W. Kimball once said, ‘Happiness does not depend upon what happens outside of you, but on what happens inside of you. It is measured by the spirit with which you meet the problems of life.’

James E. Faust

Order, Order

I'm feeling all sorts of out of order. It's been a busy and fun week for our family, but I feel out of order, inside and out. I need some time to create order in my home, and maybe that will help sort me out.

I'll be away from the blog, except for a pre-written Sunday inspiration, for the rest of this week and into next. Part of that time, I'll be stitching up some aprons (in a far less frantic way, this time) for a three-hundredth post give away. Be excited, friends!

"The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."

Joseph Wirthlin

Back to crafting (and it hurts!)

I don't know if many people realize this, but there is a muscle in your back that you use, maybe exclusively for sewing: right in the center, just below your shoulder blades. If you don't sew or craft or do much of anything but the bare minimums for 3 months, or so, this muscle becomes weak and will hurt when you go back to it. This is especially true when you have to sew four aprons in 48 hours because you've been procrastinating for so long (um, literally months).

However, I'm back in the swing of all-night craftiness, and I did finish these pairs of matching "Mommy and Me" Aprons for Stinky's preschool silent auction. What do you think?

The crackheads were taken away, and these started blossoming over the fence next door. Coincidence? I think not.

I owe spring an apology. I'm glad you're here. I'm grateful for the gradual warmth and the early blooms. I'm grateful for spring break and a planned beach house trip in the upcoming months.

I'm resuming crafting now, after a long hiatus. I have to sew two pairs of mommy-and-me aprons for a preschool auction by Wednesday morning. I don't really want to, and I haven't even really started. The great thing is, I'll have some great scrap fabric left over. Perhaps enough for a 300th post giveaway project.

Sunday Inspiration

"What I am suggesting is that you turn from the negativism that so permeates our modern society and look for the remarkable good among those with whom you associate, that we speak of one another's virtues more than we speak of one another's faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears."

Gordon B. Hinckley

Dreaming

Taken last week during a surprise visit from spring. Does anything beat throwing rocks into the water?

Today, I'm dreaming of summer. We've had some unusually warm weather. WBH painted, Stinky and I planted the garden. We spent time outside. Then it snowed yesterday. Welcome to western Washington, I know. My mind is stuck in spring, though, and dreaming of summer. I'm dreaming of farmer's markets, beach days, and picking my dad's strawberries. Of two months of WBH being home with us, walks to the spray park, and dirty little boy feet from playing in the yard. Of not being cold, finally.

Dear Spring: I love these peeks of good things to come that you provide, but this year? How about if you take this year off? Let's skip to June.

Sunday Inspiration

“As we meet our obligations as fathers and leaders, we will help the next generation rise to their glorious future. They will be better than we are, just as you have tried to be even better parents than your parents and better leaders than the great ones who helped you.”

“It is my prayer that we will be determined to do better every day to prepare the rising generation.”


Henry B. Eyring

My Wild Thing

"The night Max wore his wolf suit, and made mischief of one kind and another..."

Making It Monday: Home

(a part of our front porch, featuring some of the new paint colors)

Once again, it's been a week where my creative energy feels pretty stifled by fatigue and the demands of keeping life moving on the outside, keeping life growing on the inside. The good news is that this week marked the end of modified bedrest, brought good news at an ultrasound (don't worry, there's still just one), and I've felt up to working around the house. I'm cooking again, and if you catch us on the right day, we all might be wearing clean socks.

There have been a lot of changes going on in our house. WBH has been painting the exterior, removing a tree, and adding a raised garden bed. He's been working so hard. We took Stinky to buy seeds this weekend, and he's thrilled to work on it. We'll be sure to post pictures when things are more completed.

In addition, this week I'm going to try to fix the look of this blog. I haven't been happy with it in a while, but making the time to fix it just wasn't that important to me yet. I hope everyones' week is off to a great start!