August 29, 2011

Giving it a Try ... 10 on Tuesday ... One Day Early

Inspired by a friend who posts a "10 on Tuesday" entry once a week, I thought I would give it a try. Of course, being me, I figured I would get this one logged in early ... sometimes just starting something is too exciting to wait another day.

1. My sweet Evelyn turned six years old yesterday. How did that happen? Some days, I forget that I'm old enough to be somebody's Mama. She says that being six makes her feel MUCH older. It makes me remember how much age and being older meant to me as a child. Remember how important it used to be to add that "and a half" to our age, just to make sure we got credit for being so grown-up? Now I have trouble remembering how old I am ... and I don't just mean the halves!

2. One of Evelyn's birthday treats was a surprise visit to her favorite artist's studio. Here is a picture from that adventure. She was so excited that her body shook and wiggled the whole time she painted. Before leaving, she got her picture taken in front of his current work in progress. What a cool memory for her to carry with her.

3. Gunnar has serious bed head today. He has that gravity-defying kind of bed head. Don't believe me? Check out this picture. Oh, and the reason he is holding a toy phone is that he is calling Ya-Ya (Evelyn) at school because he wants to be at school too.

4. Okay, so here's one about me. I met with my new Journey Group members last night. This is a Bible study program that works through several topics and how scripture relates to real life. I have really missed the fellowship and encouragement of a regular women's Bible study group. Life has been really crazy for the last year or two, just with schedules and time management, so I am so happy to get started back up again. One of the most poignant things that I took from our "get to know you" gathering last night was a comment from our church's women's ministry director. She said that God knows where we are in our lives, raising kids, helping husbands, working in the home or in the workplace, and all our daily frenzied responsibilities. Because He knows our lives, He does not love us less if we spend less time serving Him. This may not be the season where we go and serve or have hour-long daily quiet times. What we are ultimately responsible for is the condition of our hearts. If our heart is right with God, then we are right with God. It doesn't hinge on any sort of action or work on our part. What a sweet thing to remind a room full of women.

5. Erick and I started a diet program last Tuesday. I will weigh myself tomorrow to see how I've done the first week. Hopefully, it will at least be enough to make me want to keep it up. The real focus of this program is eating a balanced diet. Seems pretty obvious, huh? Their theory is that if you eat the meat, grains, dairy, fruits, and vegetables that you are supposed to eat, that you won't really be hungry enough to eat a bunch of junk that you shouldn't eat. 

6. This morning, I had a wonderful breakfast. It felt like a feast. Our program says that you should have a grain (bread or cereal), eggs, milk, and a fruit for breakfast. I made Pioneer Woman's breakfast punch, which is milk, orange juice, pineapple juice, meringue powder, and a tiny bit of sugar. The next time I make it, I'll probably omit the sugar all together. It just doesn't need it. So I had my milk/juice mixture, a piece of whole-grain toast, and two eggs with a small cup of coffee. It was just wonderful. It's sad to think how I had trained my body to crave junk (as evidenced by some pretty gnarly withdrawal last week) but once I started feeding my body with actual fuel or good food, I really feel better. 

7. Ten things is a lot, you know?

8. I am already thinking about teacher gifts for Christmas. There are so many cool sewing patterns and projects that I keep finding online and in magazines that I can't seem to narrow down my options. Tote bags seem like a great idea. Pretty composition notebook covers that double as portfolios also sound promising. Of course, there are also some adorable ideas for fabric baskets, mug-rugs (coasters for hot chocolate or coffee or tea) and so much more. 

9. Tote bags are one of my favorite things. Honestly, you would think a person would eventually have enough tote bags, but I keep thinking up new reasons why I need just one more. At this point, it may be an excuse to buy a new pattern and fabric so that I can watch something new be created, but it's still fun. New Bible study Journey group? New tote bag must be made. Lost my camera case? Must make my own zippered bags for the camera and its cords and batteries.

10. My kids need an activity to entertain them while I am cooking supper in the evenings. One of their teachers suggested keeping notebooks, coloring sheets, pencils and crayons handy. The idea is to let them sit at the table and work while I am cooking. That way, I can see them, but they are not under me or demanding something every five seconds. Yes, and this has its own sewing needs. I think I need to make a cute little tote bag for these supplies, or maybe even a great organizer to hang on the wall to corral all those crayons and books. Sounds promising, right?

That's it. My first ever 10 on Tuesday and it's not even Tuesday yet. Hooray! I've started it.

July 24, 2011

Can I Scrap with the Best of Them?

So here's the thing. Chaos bothers me. Seriously bothers me. If something is in my future, I want to have it all planned out, know what to expect, and have at least three dozen contingency plans mapped out in my head. If we're being totally honest here, which I might as well be, I am even happier if said contingency plans are written down on paper. So that's me.

But another side of me wants to give chaos a chance. I mean, we can't know everything ahead of time. There are some roads that I may choose to take, even though I don't know exactly how things will look at the end. What if letting go might actually give my creativity the room and space it needs to stretch its wings and soar?

There is a Quilt-A-Long going on where members sew a quilt called the "Farmer's Wife" Sampler Quilt. This came from a magazine that was popular in the 1920's and as of yesterday, I have the book in my hands, foundation paper ready to stitch, and an especially helpful ruler arriving via Amazon tomorrow. Great, right? Sounds like I have everything ready to get started. Uh, wrong. What about the fabric? You can't really make a quilt without fabric... it's sort of important.

One option is to obsess about color combinations, to choose a theme, one fabric line, or a color or two and make everything coordinate from that focus. Another option is to go upstairs, dig through my stash basket of left-over fabric, and sew with whatever colors and fabrics happen to grab me at that particular moment. Over the course of a year (which is how long this quilt along is supposed to run) I would have made 111 quilt blocks that had no organizing concept, other than my own personal whim. Is this crazy or what? So why am I even considering it? Why am I also frantically searching online for bundles of fabric (maybe even two of the same bundle -- would hate to run out) that would safely take me through this project? Why does my heart say, "Just jump in and go crazy!" What if I make 111 quilt blocks based on whimsy and the whole thing turns out uglier than home-made sin? But what if, like the women of the 1920's, I use what I have, glad to have it, and appreciate the beauty that results?

Yeah, it's not an obvious choice for me. This is definitely a metaphor for much, much bigger things in my life and psyche. The easy choice is to go back and order one of those neat, tidy, coordinated fabric bundles, all wrapped up in a sweet grosgrain ribbon, and sit by the front door, waiting for it to arrive in its perfect little cardboard box.

To heck with it. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace chaos. Let my heart guide me. (Any more silly cliches I could add here?) Oh yeah, just do it. Yeah, that's the ticket. Get ready, fabric stash basket, your life is about to change... and maybe mine might change a little at the same time.