~Let Me Sit and Knit~

I love the time when I can just sit and knit. Early in the morning or often late at night. All is quiet and the house is calm. There is time to sit and be still while keeping my hands busy.  It takes me a long time to finish my knitting projects, but I do eventually finish. I always have a project tucked away in my knitting bag.  I have a long list of projects “to do” and I am satisfied with my plans. If I could do everything I want to do right now, then what would I have to look forward to? I do not want to have everything done “right now.” Anticipation and planning. Hoping and waiting. Dreaming. It’s a good thing, this exercise in patience, right?

 

~it could have been a really bad day~

I am happy to report that at 41 years of age, I had a defining moment. Not to brag on myself, well, maybe just a little.  I had a real life grown up moment. I think Oprah calls it a defining moment, or an Ah – ha moment. Whatever it was, it was good!

My children for some unknown reason have a big problem with organization and cleaning up after themselves. They can take a clean and organized room and 2 weeks later, it is trashed. Like bad. I mean with all kinds of junk just everywhere. It is bad, bad, bad.  Somewhere along the way, they discovered short cuts to cleaning. Somehow it involves throwing things in corners, under beds and in closets.  Basically anywhere that your eye does not see from the door.

Yesterday I was walking by and I had to go in, into the room. OH MY.  One thing led to the  other and the vastness of the disarray overtook me.  Normally I would get mad, possibly involving a major freak out. Several garbage bags, dust pan, and I would just attack the mess. Cleaning it up could take a long time, lots of tears, anger, hurt feelings. You know, basically not a good situation. Not good for me, to get so angry, to lash out and make my child feel bad about herself. Harsh words never make a child feel good, they don’t even make an adult feel good.  Throwing away a child’s belonging’s never makes them feel good. To them it is a treasure or a special memory.

I wanted this moment to not go bad. I did not want to hurt my child, I did not want to make her feel bad. Maybe all the years of watching Dr. Phil and Oprah, Hoarders and what not kicked in.  I don’t know. Maybe because my first child is almost 17 and the anger trip never worked well for her, and somewhere in my brain it clicked. A ha! Let us work together to fix this and let’s learn from this. Yes, this would be a new way. No accusing words, no lash out’s. Let’s just work together.

 

We rolled up our sleeves. I stayed so calm, really, calm. We separated into piles of  keep, donate, and memory box.  We sorted, swept, dusted.  Amazing. It worked. From my 8 years old I  had teamwork and a great attitude. We knocked it out in a few hours and I washed every last piece of her clothing and bedding. It felt good. She feels good. Her room is clean, she knows where everything is and was happy to find things she thought she had lost.

 

My husband kept waiting for me to “let out my anger” at something else, something small. But guess what? It never did. Really I had a grown up moment. I am so proud.

Not to toot my own horn, but really, it could have been a really bad day. Instead it was a great day! For the both of us.

The hardest thing about being a full-time working mom and a mom is finding the balance between the two. You never quite feel good enough at either one.  It is hard to let go of the guilty feelings we carry and keep in our mind.  I hope one day I feel good enough at both of my “jobs” until then I will just keep doing the best I can and pray it will be good enough. That my kids will not remember me a an angry stressed out tired shrew, but a mom that really loves them and more importantly whose actions show them they loved.

~Home begins in the kitchen~

~home made latte~

When we left our home in February due to the unfortunate tree incident, I had no idea how long we would be gone. I was in a state of numbing shock. When I went to my home, post tree-fall, I just wandered around the kitchen lost. I wanted to clean, but it was almost pointless. There were holes in the ceiling, it was constantly raining, constantly saturating the whole place. The insurance company told us we would be “packed” out.   Well, as far as I was concerned they could just throw it all out. It was a total loss in my mind.  I really detached myself from my home. I think it was a coping mechanism because my house was so broken, it was just so sad.  We took the items from the fridge, freezer, our coffeepot and a few spices. Duh… what was I thinking?? I was so lost without my “things.”  I did not want to become too comfortable at our rental home, all I wanted was to go home, so we made do. Now that we are back and mostly unpacked when I am in my kitchen I feel that I am HOME.  It brings me great joy to be back home, in the kitchen.  I could not be happier.

~fresh tomato’s on the sill, yes, it’s Summertime~

~fried egg sandwich on home-made english muffin bread, yep.

~~ tomato, avocado, mozzarella salad with zucchini fritters, yes please.

I love to cook, love to eat.  I feel a little behind on the season, but I am catching up as fast as I  can.  I am going to try to savor these last few months of summer and enjoy each fresh prepared meal I make.

~ a little roasted chickpea snack, yum.

:: All recipes can be found on my Pinterest, under “Yummy Food to Make” ::

~I should be packing, instead I am on this darn computer~

Only 2 more days until we move back into our house We left in the middle of the night on February 24th and have not been back since. It’s been an incredibly long  process. There were many times that I could hardly make myself go back and look at the house. I know things had to be done, and it was excruciatingly slow at times. If you have to rebuild then sometimes you have to tear down. That was the hard part, watching the destruction after the tree fell.  But brick by brick, board by board, shingle by shingle, walls have been rebuilt, repainted, re-insulated. New wooden floors were laid. We are finally almost ready to go home. It is very exciting for us. I hope to have a few pictures soon.

In the meantime, I want to share a few things I have been working on trying to pass the weeks waiting to go home.

Remember the Bama Bound Quilt Project, well, I made just one more quick quilt. I used a fabric bundle from FabricWorm and one of my favorite quilt pattern from Amy At A Commonplace Life,  it’s  the Roundabout Quilt Pattern. It’s so fun.

 I really love this pattern. Here is the back:

Label:

Got into a little scrap with this corner of the binding, I did not win.

I really love the back.

Let me just show you a little peek of the animals I have been knitting like a mad woman.

These patterns all come from Barbara Prime. Her patterns are adorable! The best part is that you work on each piece one by one. Perfect for watching tv after a long day of work. It’s a leg here, an arm there, before you know it you are ready to assemble. My daughter loves each one, so I guess that is a good indication for how darn cute they are.

 

 

 

Well, this is what I’ve been up to lately. Hope you all are enjoying your summer. I am ready to hurry up and get home and get my kitchen gear back in use. I really miss my  “no knead”  bread, home-made pizza, and my green smoothies. Why did I let them pack up all of my things? I guess it will be that much sweeter when I get home.

 

**More pictures in Flickr.

*** Another time suck? Pinterest. Do you do it? So fun, but it is a time killer.

 

Storm Slaps Power Lines Silly – WREG

Storm Slaps Power Lines Silly – WREG.

Do you believe in Angels? I do.

Our angels surrounded us Thursday night I wanted to share what happened to us and our home. 

My  house and my husband are  in the beginning of this news article.  We are all completely shell shocked.  The damage and the  scope  is just barely sinking in. We are all fine, our home however is not.  We are on edge until our insurance tells us what to expect. At this point they have brought in a huge crew and cranes to clear the house. They  tarped the house as we have more severe weather heading our way Sunday and Monday.

I wish I could erase this event from Emma’s memory. She is scared and confused.  Her room took the brunt. Her birthday is Monday and she keeps asking why did this happen on my birthday??  We have a battered home and are living like refugeee’s but we are blessed. People don’t always surrvive huge huge oak trees falling in their home. Our angels surrounded us, they shielded us from harm. 

 I am filled with gratitude and pray for peace and patience. I will breathe deeply and often with my focus on gratitude.  Things can be replaced, hopefully our home rebuilt. Above all we are still a family and we are intact. Gratitude.

~Dusting off the old blog~

After months of  being absent I am creeping back to blogland.  Look what it took to get me out from my shell.. The Single Girl Quilt Along .  There is even Single Girl Support Group  on Flickr to help inspire you and walk you through each step.  I am really excited about this!   The Single Girl Quilt has been on my list to make for forever and this quiltalong will help to move me along. 

The pattern came in the mail earlier in the week and I’ve been itching to get started ever since.   This is big because I have  not sewed anything at all since early December.  We had some major family issues right before Christmas and unfortunately it knocked me back a bit. Thankfully we are in a better place right now.

Last night I began to trace the templates and then pulled some scraps together, the next thing you know I had a quilt block.

 I have green on my mind most likely because I can’t stop thinking about spring.. so I dug up as many green scraps as I could find.  I thought it would look lovely with my favorite linen.

My question now is do I make a sham or keep going and try to go for a baby quilt?? I can’t decide but the wheels are turning.  I need to go through my scraps again.. I love being able to use what I have.

And finding inspiration where you least expect it…

As we continue to turn toward  the light I begin to feel myself awaken.  I love this time of year. Sometimes it feels good to be brand new.

I hope to be back soon with a little more progress.