Let me just begin by saying that this last year has been a really hard one, both physically(with chronic pain and illness), mentally and emotionally. I’m an optimist at heart but even optimists have their low moments. I’m at a place in life right now that I am struggling as to what to do next. I’m wanting to do so much because I have some energy right now that I’m stalled as to which one to start. Of course my family is a priority and I’ve continued to homeschool throughout our challenges and will continue to do so. For a couple years now I’ve had this insane urge to blog and sadly have not kept with it but I also want to read more and do more sewing, knitting and crafts. I have to figure a way to find time for everything, right? Because Super-Mom is my middle name right? WRONG! My family knows I’m not super-mom and they still love me. So why do I still try to be her? Pride, I guess. That sinisterly big emotion that creeps up on me from time to time. Do you get it too? I just need to dig down deep and do what my body and time allows and let everything else happen when it can. I can do that, I think.
In the beginning of December our family decided to start living a gluten free lifestyle. For us the decision was based on family history, science and symptoms. I started out by trying to use what foods we already had and only purchasing gluten free foods to bring back into the home. This would give us some time for our bodies to adjust from being a whole wheat family to not ingesting any, also for our budget (who can throw food away?). When my sister-in-law heard of our plans she asked if I would co-author a blog about gluten free living. You see, she was recently diagnosed with Celiac Disease and wanted to share her trials and triumphs by blogging. I loved her ideas for the blog and agreed write my experiences and what I’ve learned and will learn. The blog’s name is Jokes On You(if you read our About the Crew page, you’ll understand why that’s it’s name). I just wrote another article and thought I would share it with you at
Hope you enjoy it.
I have been working on a scarf and have made numerous uhoh’s. When completing new projects(or any projects for that matter) you typically take time to look at your work every so often to see how it is going. Last night was one of those ‘let’s see how it looks’ times and I took a good look at my handiwork. I’m not happy with what I saw, it has a handful of mis-knits(if that is such a word) and it doesn’t lay flat. I had told myself just to keep going and finish(my husband concurs) but since last night I have been having this gnawing feeling to rip all of the stitches out. But as I went to do it today my heart started palpitating and I had to stop. This usually isn’t an issue for me(having perfectionist tendencies and all) but this time was different. I realized how much time and effort I put into my knitted scarf and was hesitant to have to start over. What if my next try turns out as disastrous as the first? What if it turns out worse? Not wanting to make the wrong decision I frantically messaged my sister-in-law “help!”. I gave her the rundown and asked her opinion. An art piece to be reckoned with was her thoughts. Lol! So the final decision was made knowing that if a scarf can’t keep you warm it isn’t going to get worn.
My Take-Away? Sometimes it’s okay to start over. You begin with a fresh perspective knowing the lessons you learned and hopefully not making the same ones again. 🙂
So I’m off to knit a ‘new’ scarf, a better scarf…..
(I’ll keep you updated)
Living on a mountain surrounded by trees is my life right now and I am humbled as I sit here in my living room. With the windows open and the curtains pulled back I am blessed to hear the church bells ringing(the kids were outside either reading or playing). There is a church about a mile from from my home that plays it’s church bells every day in the morning, afternoon and evening. I love to swing on the front porch and take in my beautiful surroundings while I listen to the tune. I am always reminded at how lovingly the Lord made our world. He paid such attention to detail that normally doesn’t occur to most people. Like the way the autumn colors complement each other perfectly. Or how the mountains seem to reach on forever, trying to touch the sky. Oh how wonderful it is to have such a gracious God to give us this beautiful and glorious world when so many don’t appreciate it’s splendor.
I don’t have a recent picture with the fall colors(still missing camera cord) so I’m putting up this one I took while we drove around the Cullasaja Gorge this summer.
In His Hands,
This weekend I got it in my head to finally learn how to knit. I taught myself how to crochet many years ago and love it so Saturday I watched a couple of free videos on the internet and started on a scarf. Casting on was fairly easy for me to get down(I could cast on all day long) but by the end of the first hour I had redone my scarf numerous times trying to get the knitting stitches even. I couldn’t find a comfortable placement of the yarn and needle and my patience was getting worn. I tried wrapping around each finger numerous ways and still ended up dropping the needle out of the stitches at times. Talk about frustration! Thoughts of giving up for the night fluttered in my mind. At one time my husband looked at me over his computer and claimed “you’re so cute!” with a big grin. The look I gave him obviously didn’t work because he then started laughing.
By hour two I had figured out the knitting stitch. On to the purl stitch I went, feeling like I could conquer anything. Well that feeling didn’t last long! I thought I was doing it right but when I had to knit over my previous purl stitches things didn’t look so good. It was like the stitches were multiplying! Oh my, what did I do? I kept at it and watched another video…aha! I saw what I was doing wrong and promptly corrected it. So by the end of a couple of hours I had about 2 inches of my scarf done after starting it more than 20 times(no exaggeration here). The next day I continued the scarf with very little harassment from the yarn or needle and added a couple more inches to my lovely scarf.
So does it take only two hours to learn to knit? Not for me, at least. You see it was around two years ago when I first said to myself “I would like to learn how to knit”. It took me a year and a half to buy the knitting needles and many months more to finally get the courage to try to learn. So for my case I would say 2 years and 2 hours! (I have been told I am stubborn!) And I have about 12 inches of a scarf to show for it! ;D
How long did it take you to learn a new craft whether it was knitting, crochet, quilting or etc.?
Throughout the year I try to have ongoing family reads for us before bedtime. Right now our family read aloud is The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame only this time I’m cheating a little(or being smart, hmm) and we’re using an audiobook from the library. Gotta love the local library! We finished the second chapter last night with the kids questioning “Is there a movie?”. You see, for the past couple of years I instituted a rule that we cannot watch the movie until we read the book first. Boy that went over well, at first. Then they started realizing, after a couple of books, that the movies left out some really great parts and some weren’t even close to the original book. So now it’s kind of a little game we play….name the missing scenes. So don’t get the wrong impression….they love the book and that’s why they were excited to see if there is a movie too. So to answer my question “How to know if your kids liked a book?”… they ask to watch the movie!
So what is some of the ways that your kids show you that they like a book?
The Book Junky,
This morning after I was completely awake(not a morning person here) my mind went to one of it’s daily ponderings….dinner. As I mentioned this dilemma to my husband, he says “I’m making dinner tonight”. Well, you should’ve seen my eyes dance and smile light up at the sound of not having to make dinner. “Wow, thank you honey” was all I could say(not that he does it so infrequent, it was just perfect timing). The day goes on while the crock-pot simmers(yes, my man knows how to use it) and the wonderful aroma fills the home. Then it’s almost time for dinner. Hubby says, in so many words, that he doesn’t feel like making the rice. “Maybe we could just have tortilla chips with it?” He looks at me knowing that I wouldn’t want it and I answer “Fine(with a sigh and a smile), I’ll make the rice”. So what does I’ll make dinner really mean at 10 am in the morning? It means that they will put something in the crock-pot and not worry about it. And maybe when dinnertime comes….they will finish it. LOL!