Monday, April 7, 2014

In case you haven't heard...

And all the purple lovers danced the happy dance.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Erin Go Bragh!

The Heredia's love Ireland and all things Irish, so dinner is in our plans tonight. Irish beef stew with soda bread and champ are on the menu.
And the High Kings are on the radio.
And everything out my window is green green green thanks to that big storm we had a couple of weeks ago.

I hope your day is shaping up to be lovely, too!
I will leave you with this Irish proverb:
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends. 

And this little taste of the High Kings:

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Falling Short

I am not a shopper. I am a yard sale scrounger and a flea market hopper, but actual store shopping... hate it.
Consequently, I am a stocker-upper. When I go to the feed store, I will buy 300 pounds of chicken feed. Toilet paper, 50 rolls. Beef, just buy a side and be done with it.

I feel the same way about studio goods. If I need thread, I order a lot and call it good for the year.
(Plus it looks nice hanging on the studio wall!)

So when I sat down to quilt this quilt, which has a looming deadline (of course)...

...and only had this much white thread....

Now I have to go to the store AND worry about a looming deadline.
Falling short is such a pain to the patoot.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Young at Art

There are so many lovely things about having lived in the same small town for a long time. Predictability is one of them.

At the post office in my town you can predict (with amazing accuracy) long lines and lousy service. A shabby building and shabbier attitudes. It's ridiculous.

BUT, in the town just north of here the story is completely different. The place is small but clean. The employees are not only knowledgeable and helpful but they are actually friendly. They know the names of their patrons and can anticipate what they might be coming in for that day. It's great.

And, if all of that isn't enough, they often have seasonal art displays, like this salute to Abe Lincoln.

I know the last picture is a little blurry, but my favorite Abe is in that collection. He is the block head with one regular eye and one black eye.

Can it get any finer?

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Young Love

Yesterday we had the joy of attending the wedding of a sweet young couple we know.

The groom is the son of our very dear friends and his new wife is actually our pastor's niece.
Small world. And when you live in the same small-ish town for decades...well it is even smaller. (Which is precisely WHY living in a small-ish town for decades makes life beautiful.)

This wedding has been much anticipated.
The dreaming, the planning, the merging of two lives and two families, the hope for a future filled with love and beauty and blessing. Yes, it was a wonderful celebration.

And, as weddings are known to be, it was also a tearful celebration. A true Kleenex affair. The bride, the groom, the best man and maid of honor, they all cried. So did the bride's parents and the groom's parents and the aunties and...well, a lot of the other the guests! (Except for my guy. He did exactly zero crying, and he wants to make sure that this fact is made known.)

I had several tearful moments. But it was when I was watching my friend dance with her son, dance her special dance, dance and cry...well, that was a tender moment. It was one of those times that causes you to reflect on the whole of a life. That here she was dancing with her boy. This little boy that she birthed not so long ago. The baby she nursed and walked the floors with at night. The boy whose hand she held and whose shoes she tied. The first one to call her mom. The first one to move right into her heart and set up camp, forever. Here she was dancing with that same boy. Except that boy had somehow become a grown up man. A grown up, married man. And it all happened so fast....

Hence the tears. And the hope of endless love for this sweet young couple.
Hugs from us to you.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Finch-y Kind of Day

Lots of happy little finches in the yard today.