3.1.13

 

 

I guess one of the advantages of staying up too late is being able to usher the next day into the house… the quiet, peaceful house.  I don’t know what happens, but no matter how tired I am, as soon as the house settles, I am wide awake!

 

 

My house seems to be covered in fingerprints.  I’m not complaining, just noticing.  So, what does a momma do when her house seems overrun with tiny fingerprints, pattering and stomping feet and angst coming from all directions?  I decide I want to make something.

 

My desire to make something is hampered by my life.  I can’t really drag the sewing machine out and take up valuable real estate at the end of the dinning room table.  I just don’t have the long term commitment in me to knit or crochet a scarf or blanket.  I’m not a crafty person.  So…

 

The girls and I spent some time this afternoon looking at Granny Squares.  These will be my perfect handmade companion.  I could, theoretically, make a couple of these a day…once I get the hang of crocheting again.  God love my neighbor; I don’t know how many times she has shown me how to crochet.  Anyway, this will be a group project.  Veronica and Anna want to make squares with me, Bernadette…not so much.  But she will.  I want her to contribute at least one square.  It will be good for her.

 

Once we have all our squares complete, my neighbor will then show us how to connect them all.  I am so excited about this project.  A big, long term project–the blanket–churned out in small bite sized squares.

 

 

I started reading Almost Amish: One Woman’s Quest for a Slower, Simpler, More Sustainable Life. My girls teased me that if I tried to slow down anymore, I would be at a stand still. I don’t really think that’s a bad thing. I also started reading Folks, This Ain’t Normal: A Farmer’s Advice for Happier Hens, Healthier People, and a Better World to Chris. I took The Dirty Life: A Memoir of Farming, Food, and Love back to the library. I could tell by Chapter 2 it was not really a book for us. I had to keep skipping parts as I read aloud to Chris when a kid walked by and we’ve got 7 of them…someone is always walking by. It was best to just stop.