A Small Sewing Project

I made this little purse at the end of January, but I had yet to share it with my Warm as Pie readers.  I fell in love with these fabrics when I was searching for  just the right material to make a tote for my mom’s birthday.  I was quite pleased with my tote (my first!), and I had enough fabric left to put together this small purse for odds and ends.  I gave it to my husband’s Aunt Patty for her birthday.

Knitting Update

As with most projects, my Olympic project isn’t going as quickly as I had hoped, but it is going well. I’m just over half way with 5 days to go. This project has pushed me to do a technique that I’ve never tried before, and it has also required that I remember a technique that I hadn’t attempted in a couple of years. A knitting friend helped refresh my memory. Even if I don’t finish before the torch goes out, I’ll be pleased with my progress.

February Days

I love living in a place that has distinct seasons. This blog has only chronicled one autumn and a piece of one winter so far, but if you stick around long enough, you will notice that I can rattle on and on about the beauty of each season–the characteristics, the objects that make their way into our lives for a moment and pass by again. I love the transitions from one season to the next. I try to live in the moment (cliché alert!), but honestly, when I saw this picnic table on my way home, I longed to fill it with a basket of tomatoes from the farmers’ market, a pan of brownies, and kids in shorts. I want to plop myself in the grass with picture books and maybe even take off my shoes. But since I do want to enjoy the right-now, here is what we’ve been up to:

With many hours of indoor time, we’ve had to resist the temptation to make the DVD player our new best friend.  Instead, we’ve baked.  We’ve had banana bread, homemade calzones, wheat bread, and chocolate chip cookies. 

We made Valentines, and one dear preschooler mastered the art of writing his first name.  Way to go, little guy! 

I’ve enjoyed having a few more opportunities for knitting, too.  I’m finding the sweet pastels and whites hold a special appeal right now.  And since my knitting gets pulled from room to room, I’m leaving a trail of fresh, airy, clean color.  Now, I just wish the beautiful cleanliness of my knitting could rub off on my clutter!  Being inside is also making me ultra-aware of the stuff of our lives.  I’m ready to do some major organizing.

Despite feeling a bit cooped up and looking at the laundry pile with much disdain, our family is enjoying the coziness of being semi-homebound together.  We’ve had to stretch our patience (me!) and our imaginations as we search for ways to fill our February days.  Silly fun abounds!

Knitting + Olympics = A Challenge!

I’m happy  to announce that I am now a Knitting Olympian.  My blog shall proudly wear the official emblem of the Knitting Olympics 2010.

The big event is hosted by one of my favorite blogs: Yarnharlot (see link to the right).  I’ll cast on during the Opening Ceremonies this very evening, and I pledge to finish by the time the torch goes dark.  Hmmm…can I do?  YES I CAN! (okay…maybe)

I was going to do a little vest for my toddler, but I decided that I would be setting myself up for failure.  After all, I do not intend to give my children away for the duration of the Winter Games, so I can’t take on too much.  My new selection is a surprise…just in case its future recipient reads my blog.  I’ll give a few hints along the way!

Sweet Home

I am guilty of complaining about my house.  It’s a cute little home, but it is full of the “quirks” of any old house.  From the first few minutes of the first time I walked into this house, my imagination began to transform the place into a home that would reflect who we are and the life that we wish to live.  I could look past the outlandishly ugly lamp that resembled a comic book nemesis.  I could disregard the strangely painted bedroom and the paneling that didn’t quite reach the ceiling.  Beyond the odd choices of the previous owners, I could see a place to begin a family, a place to love my husband and enjoy my dog.  I recognized comfort, charm, and frugality!  We purchased our house for less than the price of our car and set to work turning it into the home that I envisioned for our early years as a family.  Not forever, but a happy “for now.”

Then the wily head of discontent appeared.  I don’t know when the complaining started, but it might have been after the second time that our Christmas decorations were ruined by water in our basement.  Or maybe after the paint mysteriously peeled off of the wall in the nursery.  I don’t really know, and I suppose it doesn’t matter.  The truth is that I lost sight of what we have and focused on what I wish the house was.  I nag about the clutter, the toys, the hole of a basement.  But after six days of staying with family (Thank you, guys!!), my little brick house never looked so wonderful or felt so cozy.

The week-long feud with our furnace made me think of the following passage from Philippians 4:12:  I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  As I grew more and more anxious to return home, my mind kept coming back to these words.  Even though being away from our house, our belongings, and most significantly, our routine made me antsy and (according to my hubby) grumpy, the big lesson was not lost on me.  My contentment cannot come from the things we have or the lifestyle we live.  These things are temporary.  Love–God’s Love but also the truest love of my family–is lasting.  As long as I have those things, I can be content.

(The photo is from my aunt & uncle’s kitchen.  Thanks for the nice visit!)

Happy Groundhog Day

As a native Pennsylvanian, this day really makes me smile.  Such a funny little holiday.  No matter what Phil has to say, winter does come to its natural end.  In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the things that make winter special…warm blankets, soup, frosty windows, lots of hot tea, and early sunsets. 

I accompanied my preschooler to his class this morning.  I read Groundhog’s Day at the Doctor by Judy Delton to  the students, and then my son and I passed out the groundhog cookies that we had made the night before.  It was a fun visit!

(Note: When I began writing this post, it actually was February 2nd!)