feelin’ stitchy

And now, a little intermission.  Because I have a very short attention span.  And every now and then my hands will absolutely fly into the air in a frenzy if they cannot make something.  Even something small and sorta useless. But hey, a smile is never wasted right? 

 flower
And there is always room for a flower SOMEplace.  

Playing around with the Crochet Stitch Bible.  Love it.  Incredible graphics, a complete crochet how-to in the beginning, and my fave – the diagram patterns alongside the written instructions.  Trying to learn those because you can follow the international pattern books if you can.  

First look at Keukenhof

There is nothing quite as magnificent as springtime in tulip country.  Our first stop in the Netherlands was to Keukenhof Gardens, which boasts acres of bulb beds tucked amidst woodlands, streams, and reflecting ponds.  

If I wait til I have a cohesive post you may never see them all so am just going to jump in and upload.  

 garden 1

I had to challenge myself to step back and take the long view ; ) 

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tulips
 garden

…and a challenge it was at times to shoot completely manually when the light and shadows changed at every turn. 

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But I still got plenty of close in shots to play with. I am a detail person. : ) 

 

{pretty, happy, funny, real} Easter edition

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For all you dear readers who imagine we live in a world where the women are all strong, the men are good looking, and the children are above average, please read all the way to the 'real' part.  This isn't Woebegone <g>  (But I think the man here is still good looking ; )) 

pretty:

The rainbow cake Alannah made. We have wanted to try it since we saw pictures of a similar cake online.  Very cheerful!


 cake

 

Also pretty:

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The family picture taken that day with the self timer.  Not too shabby and you can hardly tell Dad just raced back from the tripod in time.  Hardly. ; ) 

happy:

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Husband and I on our Easter/Birthday trip to the Netherlands.  I was SO happy.  So. 

funny:

 out take

The out takes are always more fun than the 'good' shots

real:

I hope you read this far because y'all, let's be REALLY real.  Life isn't picture perfect.  Some days the pictures are all that comes out close to perfect.  Easter was like that here.  I honestly can't remember everything that led up to the wknd but I know there was a lot.   The bigger people sat around the table Saturday night, after Easter outfits were selected but not yet ironed, and little people were mostly in bed.  Mostly.  Allen asked, shouldn't we dye the eggs?  Yawn.  Probably we should.

We opened our PAAS package ('cause girlfriends, you didn't really think I was going to whip out my wax stylus and vegetable dye vats now didja? come now ; ))  I had picked up said packet at the thrift store.  It didn't appear to be opened however there were no dye tablets inside.  None.  That was also real.  Real annoying.  Luckily we had more artificial colors in the cabinet.  (we are being real, right? that cake didn't become what it was by beet juice lol) 

The bigger kids dyed the eggs in a food color and vinegar concoction.  We went to bed.  Sunday morning we had ham and eggs to break our lenten fast which was exciting.  We keep a traditional fast and let me tell you, you get hungry.  We decided no special place settings etc.  Just eat simply and quickly and start church prep.  We all got out the door and began the long trip to our little chapel whereupon we discovered…. we had read the bulletin wrong and had missed the last mass entirely.  In the real world – our world – these things happen. 

You have two options at that pt.  You can fume and beat yourself up or you can resolve to do better… and go buy ice cream.  We did the latter.  I spent the trip back to town making new lists on my iphone and plotting to tighten up the schedule.  We grilled hotdogs and ate Easter candy. 

The long and the short of it is that some things worked well this lenten season.  The fast sort of absorbed my attention.  We had Monica here for a few weeks.  Asher left for boot camp.  Half of us went to Rome.  Surely the Vatican must count?  Flipside, there was nary a craft done, nor theme lesson to be seen. We are just people, not superheros and that is the best I could do.  The most thematic thing that happened this weekend was….

Easter bunny

We met the bunny at the Keukenhof Gardens the next day for their Easter Monday celebration.  Even though 'the bunny' is certainly not the be all of Easter, it was a nice surprise and after being disappointed in myself for all I didn't do for Easter it was almost a little vote of confidence from God.  

This isn't all on my shoulders and He is perfectly capable of making up for my lack. Perfectly.  

A Great Many Things

"Last I checked, there was such a thing as overlapping circles on a Venn Diagram, and I find that many times in life, I belong in the gray in-between of A Great Many Things. And, instead of pushing myself toward one clear area, I'm accepting that it's okay to be a hodgepodge mess of everything. A life-loving amalgam...

My point–and there is one–is that there's much in life to dabble in, and I want to swim in every puddle."

Kelle Hampton just nailed my life.  I have spent the better part of it bemoaning the fact that I have never had a clearly defined niche like so many admirable women do.  I love Bach wafting from the piano in the afternoon.  Every bit as much as I love my husband's new road trip playlist which is a lot more Boston and Black Eyed Peas than Bach. I love decrepit pieces with peeling paint but all my decor bookmarks are Scandanavian. I think crepe-y/drape-y Bohemian layers are to die for, yet my own wardrobe is pretty cleanlined. It's like that. 

This love of "A Great Many Things" has been something of an embarassment to me.  Try to design a website when you flip hourly between bright and crisp and faded and textured.  (keep this in mind if you ever volunteer to help me with anything creative. It can be painful ; ))  But I have decided that 44 is going to be the year of embracing what is. I am not an either/or.  (although I am extremely Irish – hence that ghostly pale skin..)

And that's ok.  I'm gonna swim in a lotta puddles.

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Here is to jumping in with both feet – into A Great Many Things!

 

If mom gives time to them…

"It seems to me that there are very few organizational issue that can't be solved if a mom gives time to them. If your child's room is cluttered, you are the only one who knows the size of the bedroom, the closet, the other furniture in that room.  If you were to spend a day working in that room, looking at it, and praying for a solution to the particular clutter difficulties, you could probably come up with great ideas.

What organizational issues are coming between you and a meek and quiet spirit? Let us face them, with the Lord's help, and overcome them."

-Teri Maxwell, Homeschooling with a Meek and Quiet Spirit

Teri has a different response to peace robbing clutter.  Where others try to convince us to learn to accept and live with mess and its accompanying upset, she gently urges us to take 30 minutes a day to restore peace by simply removing it.  30 minutes.  No more.  Little by little we can create order from chaos. Not with militant vigor but with quiet persistance.

We might not be able to solve all the outside challenges in life head on.  But we can enable ourselves and our families to meet them with grace and strength. Visual white space helps create space in our heads for clearer thinking.   

It might seem counterproductive to sweep, to box toys, and to clear counters when the tempo of life increases.  As the years go by it becomes more clear to me that this is exactly the best response.

Steady quiet work and prayer.  Keep rooting out the peace robbers.  

 wildflowers

::right now::

right now…

…I am in need of a haircut

…husband and daughter are sitting at the table studying – separately but together

…some of the spring flowers were frostbitten (I tend to forget I am in charge of them) some are happily rooted in a new/old German crock

…two tiny people are deep asleep after an afternoon at the lake, while another is too tired to sleep 

…protein bars are in the oven, not particularly delicious but meatless and grainfree and will see me through Holy Week

…a newly sewn peasant blouse is hanging in Tess' closet awaiting its headband

…that closet could probably stand to be sorted well (they grow, they grow – sigh!)

…I am loving the candle burning on the cart in the entry 

…we are watching the mail for a letter from Asher

…I am thinking that confidence and courage have less to do with how you feel than what you do

 

random lately's:

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Papier Mache Easter Egg

I saw this egg at a vendor's booth a few weeks ago and visited it a few times before finally just bringing it home.  I have seen them in magazines over the years and hoped to find one here.  

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This one was made in the former East Germany.  For some reason every time I write "the former East Germany" I immediately think of "The Artist Formally Known as Prince."  Not sure why I tell you these things.  Anyway, it was a neat find so close to Easter.  I have to upload some pictures of the little Polish eggs this week if I don't forget. : )