Simple Woman’s Daybook (in pictures)

Outside my window...sun coming up, partly cloudy. The crows are swooping across the valley. The cows have been moved to another pasture and sheep are now grazing behind us. 



 


I am thinking…embracing the cross. There's an old adage that pain is inevitable (as are trials)  but misery is optional. It is easy to get oneself worked into a state over what are really very normal (if difficult, or even painful) parts of life. It doesn't deny that pain to choose joy anyway. It just affirms the scriptural certainty that all things are working together for good. All things. I make a conscious effort to be careful which voices I am tuning in to and try to seek out those which encourage you to smile, to press on, to embrace what is. (On that note you might enjoy this post by Sherry)

I am thankful for...a blank canvas

From the kitchen…M and M cookies courtesy of Alannah who found time to bless her family in between jobs this week. Yes, she is gainfully (part-time)employed now babysitting and working as a mother's helper. 



 

I am wearing…black yoga pants, black/tan/white vee neck tee and tan sweater.

I am creating… a new schoolroom. Cabinets are together, this week we finish unpacking. 

I am reading…My Life in France by Julia Child.  Loving it. 

I am hoping...to get to St Peter am Perlach as soon as we can. I somehow had no idea it was right here. God is good. 

I am hearing…Kieran and Tess looking through the costume book for ideas.

Around the house… I need to move china around since the new arrivals need a home. 



 

One of my favorite things…walking in the woods. 

A few plans for the rest of the week… to finish the basement, run Alannah to her babysitting jobs, and taxi people to practices and games while dh is in DC.  We have finished 4weeks of school. (insert:the crowd sends up a cheer!) and this week we are taking a break to work hard on the house. 

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing


Kieran, Aidan and I on the trail this weekend 

Happy Weekend!

Saw this awesome quote yesterday:

‘Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you ought to set up a life you don’t need to escape from.’ – Seth Godin

Very good policy. In the end, we are not simply making a living, we are making a life. Make it a good one friends. We don't get another shot at this.  

A quick glimpse at a bit of our real-life-as-vacation kind of weekend:





   Sorry – only had the iphone again, but the bright delft and Italian pottery was so cheerful I had to show you. 

in the bag

Moira needed a bag for her soccer gear this fall.  Instead of buying one we decided to try a pattern in One Yard Wonders.  (which was otherwise just ok) We went through our fabric stash and see what we could come up with.  She chose a brown and pink cotton. 

The bag body consists of four large panel with the bottoms rounded. You sew two fronts to two backs to make a shell and a lining – leaving 4in for turning the lining.  There are two side straps pinned inside and sewn together. Then the right side is pulled through the opening and the lining is tucked into the shell. 



 

you sew a piece of stretched elastic to the inner bottom which scrunches the bottom of the bag. 



 

A casing is sewn at the top, the shoulder strap sewn to the sides and elastic pulled into the casing to scrunch the top of the bag.  Voila.  Very pleased.  I tend to start way more things than I finish so this was a morale boost! I can sew a bag <g>



 

spotted

Aha!  I finally spotted (pun intended) the infamous lucky mushroom so prevalent in German crafts. We hadn't walked this trail in a couple weeks since the creeping crud hit the house, so we were surprised to see this trio had popped up in our absence.  


 

Perhaps it was bronchitis induced low oxygen levels, but I was giddy to see them in person after seeing them as ornaments and nutcrackers and so on. And no, I hadn't eaten one either lol. I am just easily amused.  : ) I wish I had my camera with me but the iphone is good in a pinch. 


   
 

Tradition of the Mushroom. 

Mushrooms are considered to be a good luck symbol. Associated with nature and the beauty of the forest, finding a mushroom is considered to be very lucky and to mean good fortune is at hand. Mushroom ornaments are displayed on Christmas trees in Germany in honor of the people's reverence for nature and in hope of good luck in the New Year. 

– story courtesy of Historic Trinity

 

Imagine what can be

"Genius is neither learned nor acquired.

It is knowing without experience.

it is risking without fear of failure.

It is perception without touch.

It is understanding without research.

It is certainty without proof. 

It is ability without practice.

It is invention without limitations.

It is creativity without constraints.

It is…. extraordinary intelligence!"


So begins Mrs. Peterson's introduction to Patricia Polacco's gradeschool classmates in Junkyard Wonders. I have sometimes felt bad that so much of the most influential material I read comes by way of children's books instead of thick dusty volumes.  But there are treasures here too and my children and I have been blessed to unearth them together. Patricia Polacco is one of our favorites so I slip any new titles I find by her into the book basket without second thought. 

I have read few of her books which did not cause me to choke up before we were finished and this was no exception. Turns out Ms. Polacco was dyslexic, a fascinating revelation, considering she went on to become a successful author/illustrator. She was in a special ed room in school, the object of scorn by the kids in other rooms. Her teacher helped her and her friends to see the wonder inside them and indeed in everything around them with such advice as,

"Forget what the object was… imagine what it could be."

Which, you know, is my mantra. And you know, of course, that this does not apply only to the concrete, don't you?    Forget what was, imagine what can be. 

"Some people look at things the way they are and cry,'Why?' But I want you to look at things and see what they could be ask, 'Why not?'

Which, I say again, you know is my mantra. And you know, of course, that this does not apply only to the concrete, don't you?    Forget what was.   Imagine what can be.  : ) 

I will be holding this in my heart today. 


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The Family Closet

Tardy as usual but I did promise more on the new Family Closet, currently ranked as one of my major life blessings. For years I had read about consolidating the laundry and clothing storage areas into one space. It is so foreign to most people that it is quickly dismissed as impossible, impractical, or just plain out there. One relative of mine who shall remain nameless was utterly appalled at the mere suggestion and asserted that we were hovering on the brink of barbarism. But I tell you, look to the mega families and their systems.  They have come to do things the way they do because those things WORK.  It took me a long time to embrace that fact.  Those women do not have the luxury of inefficiency. As a result, their homes often run more smoothly than those with just a few children. 

In our last home we had already set up the rooms before I got serious about home organization and there were so many fires to put out on a regular basis we never were able to really revamp our system.  When we moved I was determined to start fresh, so we analyzed our spaces well before the furniture arrived. 

The  basement had a large storage/utility room which was perfect for the new closet set up.  This was made possible because we had gotten rid of a considerable percentage of our storage items before we moved. The rest fit into the attic. So the basement was wide open. (If it had not been, we intended to use one bedroom for clothes.) The base issued us one collapsable wardrobe unit per person since we do not have built in closets in the bedrooms.  These I used to line the room.  (If the room had been smaller I was prepared to put those wheeled hanging racks in the center of the room as well.)  Inside each unit is a pole for hangers and a top and bottom shelf.  I have most things hung and then have a number of large plastic dishpans on the shelves for "toss-ers"  like socks, unmentionables, pj's, etc. The little girls could easily fit a second hanging pole in theirs since their clothes are tiny. 



 

The iron and board are nearby. At the moment shoes are tossed rather unceremoniously into the bin you see in the pics. There is a basket on the dryer for socks waiting to be matched. I suspect that there will be some boxes on top of the wardrobes to hold 'nearly fits' and 'just grown out of' sizes as we finish unpacking the winter clothes boxes. 

We are blessed with two dryers but honestly I rarely use them both. The beauty of having the clean clothes near the washer is that I am bound to visit that room several times a day to get myself and others dressed and undressed.  While I am there, I move laundry. That simple. If I can't fold and hang immediately – and I usually cannot) I move the clean baskets to the closet side of the room til the end of the day and catch up then.  Its a matter of minutes to fold and hang when I can put it all away right there. It helps to plan ahead some so that the machines are empty for the day after games and the bed changing day. 



 

 It's been almost three months now and I have no plans to change a thing. Only wish I had done this sooner.  The bedrooms are now a breeze to keep clean as well since there are no piles of clean or dirty clothes to wade through. Kids are notoriously bad about maintaining closets and drawers. Even if you are fanatical about folding and stacking their clothes, one child in a hurry can undo hours of clothes organization in a moment's rifling for socks before practice.  Been there.  Done that. So wherever your clothes are stored, I highly recommend NEVER letting small people take out their own clothes. Small meaning anyone under double digits.  Seriously. I have never seen that go well in any family we have visited. Store them high, lock the closet, or whatever. 




 

 If you can't imagine how this would work in your house, think outside the box. Key here is to compartmentalize rooms more than the American norm of having lots of rooms with similar functions.  This was explained really well in the Duggar's book.  When the move to a new home was delayed they ended up in a two bedroom home with a half dozen kids or something like that. Living with most of her things boxed and labeled ended up being a blessing and they realized that most families don't need more rooms and furniture in and on which to sit, but rather more organized storage space. She continues to keep only the daily use items in easy reach and the rest are shelved and boxed and labeled for easy access. 

A bedroom doesn't have to be a bedroom. Ditto for a family room or whatnot.  Figure out your needs and assign each room a function in that order. Don't let common room labels dictate the use of your space. 

So there you have it. Family closet 101.  Since the laundry and dishes amount to the majority of a families chores and messes, getting on top of those makes the rest of life go very smoothly. 


Homberg Flea Market

I am swimming in pictures I have not shared.  Positively swimming in them.  Thought I would share a glimpse of the Homberg Flea Market today. My friend April drove over here early morning and another friend, more savvy than us with the local markets, picked us up and together we ventured to Homberg on a perfect autumn summer day. Perfect. 




Vendors ranged from locals on card tables with their used toys and clothes, to antique dealers with fine china, linens, and lovely oak furniture. The collection below was from a young man who had inherited his aunt's collection of advertising art, which had recently been featured in a local gallery. I should have gotten one in retrospect.  I love advertising art. 



April found the world's tiniest working iron, with cord as large as the iron. That will set you back a small fortune, believe it or not. 




But hey, there are bargains to be had lol….



I brought home some linens for a steal and an old chocolate mold which I had been hoping to find. 

 


and fell in love with vintage Villeroy and Boch.  Head over heels.  April was cracking up after I worked a deal on a box of china with nary a word.  I spotted it soon after we arrived but an American man was eyeing it as well and dealing with the vendor. He waivered however and couldn't decide.  When he walked off I approached. I pointed and inquired. The vendor named his price. I was racking my brain for useable vocabulary, which apparently made me look as though I was intently bargaining because the vendor started lowering the price.  And lowering.  Until the collection came to approximately two dollars a piece with a massive salt glazed crock thrown in.  I walked away stunned and delighted. 

April now fondly refers to me as the Dish Whisperer. ; ) 



So the decision has been made.  Much as I love the Polish Pottery it is exorbitantly expensive.  I will cry if a child drops a $40+ bowl.  Weep in fact.  But at a few bucks a pop?  We can sweep and move on. : )  The transferware is abundant and I look forward to finding more.  Shown here are the Burgenland and Valeria (above) patterns. I am aiming to mix.