Saturday, February 28, 2009

Various Things

the mailman's path

Moon and Star

I know it looks like there isn't anything in the second picture...but there is! It was getting a little cloudy when I took it.

Looking Through Snow

It Has Been FAR to Long...

You know how people say the longer the waiting the sweeter it is to see it again? Well, it's true. For instance...

my desk top...

I truly love this thing, but it's been a VERY long time since I've seen it!

my spring/summer comforter

Last time I saw this was...well...last summer. It makes me very happy to know that it is warm enough to have this on my bed.

my dresser

It's beautiful, slightly dirty, but beautiful.

and last but not least...

my floor

I can't remember the last time I saw the WHOLE thing!! Wow!! That's pretty sweet...

So, I guess what they say is true. Hu? Who woulda thunked it?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that...I cleaned my room. It's great! I know!!
Sorry, I guess I was just a LITTLE excited about it. Just thought you'd all like to know that I can actually SEE my floor now.


Can Anyone Guess What I'm Doing This Afternoon?

Is it that obvious? ;-)

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Read it and Weep!

Why, you might ask? Well, let me tell you...

"Almost done! Almost done!!" I had been telling myself that for the past half hour. I was truly "Almost done". WAHOO! A little victory dance for me.

I'd just finished sewing the elastic around the waist band, and I left enough free elastic so that I could try it on and then make the proper adjustments after trying it. I pinned it and slipped it on.


I wanted to scream.

It didn't fit.

I almost cried. Then I had an idea. I would ask Ana if she could fit in it. She was small enough she could fit in anything. Seriously.

I opened the door and went into Ana's room. She was listening to music and blogging. I walked in, skirt in hand, and asked her to try it on.

She tried. It didn't fit.

"Try putting it on over your head." I said hopefully.

She tried. It got stuck on her shoulders.

"It doesn't fit." She said.

Now I was absolutely utterly devastated. The last skirt I made was too small and had to be given to Ana. Oh, I didn't mind giving it to Ana, but the fact that I had used some of my FAVORITE material in the making of the skirt and then having it be to small.... it was just too much.

"Try harder." I said though my teeth. She was GOING to fit into this one.

She tried harder. She got it on and it fit well around her waist. Of course. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want to wear this if it doesn't have a zipper because then I have to have it go over my head all the time and it's gonna be too hard." She said it matter-of-factly.

I glared at her.

"Are. You. Serious?"


"Well then hurry up and take it off so I can go upstairs and mope."

She tried taking it off over her head. It got stuck under her arms. She wailed.

"Help me get this off!!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the ground sobbing.

"Leah!! Get up and help me take this off!!"

I didn't care if she ever got it off or not. I just spent what seemed like FOREVER making this skirt, after making a jumper out of the same material and being careful so that I would have enough to make a skirt, and it didn't fit. Now she had 2 of my skirts. I wept bitterly.

"Leah! Quite crying. It's not that sad." She was struggling very hard now.

I pulled myself up off of the floor, my hair pretty much plastered to my face with tears, and I looked at her. She actually looked kind of funny. She had it stuck under her arms and it flared out from there, I thought it made her somewhat resemble an over sized umbrella.


I kept crying.

I walked over and pulled the skirt off of her with more force then I thought I had at the moment. She just stood there.

"I don't want that skirt unless it has a zipper." She stated plainly.

I took my skirt and walked upstairs to find Mom. She would comfort me.

So, that is why I've been crying while Dad reads a book, Mom practices piano, Ethan ... well I don't know, and Ana takes a bath. It's all too clear.

So, here are the skirts.

This is the one that I made tonight. (above)
Yes. I haven't sewn the hem yet. I just couldn't work up the strength to do it.

This is the other one that I made. (below)
Sorry for the bad pictures of the skirts. The camera wasn't very cooperative tonight. *smile*

Snowy Day

snowy windows

a cold morning practice

raspberry topping

biscuits and toppings

...a beautiful day to be snowed in...I didn't have to work...Ana came home early...I got a jumper and a skirt made...totally cozy...


a little bit of fabric, a little bit of a pattern, and a little bit of imagination...

I beg your pardon for whatever my hair is doing in that second picture... I don't know what was going on!!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

to the setting sun

I know these all may seem to be the same picture... but they're not! I find a special beauty in each one of them.

The Wild Wood

When at last the Mole woke up, much refreshed and in his usual spirits, the Rat said, "Now then! I'll just take a look outside and see if everything's quiet, and then we really must be off."
He went to the entrance of their retreat and put his head out. Then the Mole heard him saying quietly to himself, "Hullo! hullo! here--is--a--go!"
"What's up, Ratty?" asked the Mole.
"Snow is up,"replied the Rat briefly; "or rather, down. It's snowing hard."
The Mole came and crouched beside him, and, looking out, saw the wood that had been so dreadful to him in quite a changed aspect. Holes, hollows, pools, pitfalls, and other black menaces to the wayfarer were vanishing fast, and a gleaming carpet of faery was springing up everywhere, that looked too delicate to be trodden upon by rough feet. A fine powder filled the air and caressed the cheeck wth a tingle in its touch, and the black boles of the trees showed up in a light that seemed to come from below.
"Well, well, it can't be helped," said the Rat, after pondering. "We must make a start, and take our chance, I suppose. The worst of it is, I don't exactly know where we are. And now this snow makes everything looks so very different."

-When it snowed on Friday I felt like I was living this part in The Wind in the Willows. I was so thrilled! This picture was taken by Ana.


All pictures were taken by my dear sister Ana. She sweetly took these pictures for me during the previous snow storm while I was at work. :)

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Rules: Copy and paste to your own post, erase my answers and fill in your own (ONLY ONE WORD ANSWERS!), and tag 5 people.
Here goes!
  1. When is your birthday? June
  2. What color are your eyes? Grey
  3. What is your favorite food? Mexican
  4. What are you wearing right now? PJ's
  5. What aren't you wearing? Socks
  6. Your mother? Adorable
  7. Your father? Compassionate
  8. Your favorite drink? Tea
  9. Your pets? Weird
  10. Your friends? Precious
  11. Your hobby? Music
  12. The one place you go over and over? Bed
  13. Right or left-handed? Right
  14. Your hair? Blonde
  15. Sports? All
  16. If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be? Wyoming
  17. Where do you see yourself in 6 years? Married ?
  18. Movies? Romantic
  19. Your favorite book? Bible
  20. Who do you think will respond? People

I was tagged by Two Sisters

I Tag- Ana, Melanie, Cloe, The Three Spinsters, Sarah

Sunday, February 22, 2009

my prayer......

I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy Child.
I long to be with Jesus
Amid the heavenly throng
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.

-I Lay My Sins on Jesus

by Horatius Bonar, 1808-1899

Friday, February 20, 2009

roses are red...

A sign...

Here is a good sign that maybe you've been talking to yourself a little bit too much...

When you walk down stairs into the laundry room to get a pair of socks
and you hear the drip, drip of the faucet not quite shut off all the way
so you go over to shut it off, but in doing so you accidentally turn it on
it startles you and you shut it off
then you walk over to the mirror, look at yourself and say
"Well that was terrifying, hu?"
and then you answer yourself

hmm... not a good sign!! :)


Who can describe a rose and do it justice?

Surely not I!

'Tis long stemmed like a giraffe neck, but no! That's not right!

'Tis poky like a porcupine, Nay, that's not right either!

'Tis a bearer of leather like leaves. NO! That's far from right!

'Tis smooth as silk, yet silk is not silky enough for it!

'Tis soft like a newborns hands, but yet that still doesn't do it right!

'Tis a sign of love, purity, friendship and more, yet those signs lack what it really is like.

'Tis a ticking thing when rubbed across you face like a feather on the foot, yet a feather does not do it right!

'Tis a smell so intoxicating like a spring day. But please! Justice hasn't been served tonight!

Who can describe a rose?

Surely not I!

Please, tell me who!?

Poor are the people that have never felt, seen or smelled a rose. For they know not what indescribably beauty they are passing up.

But for those who have felt, seen and smelled it know that no can truly describe a rose.

For it cannot be described in words, but in the memory of such a precious flower!

When a group of people talk of roses those who have not felt, seen or smelled it cannot possibly imagine what it could be like.

But for those who have, it's almost like a secret shared among those who have had the pleasure of beholding such excellence.

How wise, loving and magnificence is He who created such a piece of art.

So please, tell me who can describe a rose and do it justice?

Surely not I!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Deadliest Monster

Coming to trust Christ as your Lord and Savior requires just a bit of faith, but once you've trusted Him you may find that He expects a much bigger faith from you. This new demand for faith still won't ask you to to blind yourself- it's never irrational to trust in an all-powerful, perfectly holy God- but it may require you to follow Him in a direction you don't like and for which you can't imagine a purpose. Lewis describes this type of faith this way:

There are times when we can do all that a fellow creature needs if only he will trust us. In getting a dog out of a trap, in extracting a thorn from a child's finger, in teaching a boy to swim or rescuing one who can't, in getting frightened beginner over a nasty place on a mountain, the one fatal obstacle may be their distrust. We are asking them to trust us in the teeth of their senses, their imagination, and their intelligence. We ask them to believe that what is painful will relieve their pain and that what looks dangerous is their only safety... Sometimes, because of their unbelief, we can do no mighty works. But if we succeed, we do so because they have maintained their faith in us against apparently contrary evidence. No one blames us for demanding such faith. No one blames them for giving it. No one says afterwards what an unintelligent dog or child or boy that must have been to trust us. If the young mountaineer were a scientist, it would not be held against him, when he came up for a fellowship, that he had once departed from Clifford's rule of evidence by entertaining a belief with strength greater than the evidence logically obliged him to.
Now to accept the Christian propositions is ipso facto to believe that we are to God, always, as that dog or child or bather or mountain climber was to us, only very much more.

rainy day

You're sitting in your car driving down the street.
The street lights form a makeshift runway.
The raindrops patter on your windshield.
You run your wipers only to have new drops reclaim the space.
You park and get out.
A damp feeling covers everything.
The sky is a cool Grey.
A chilly breeze blows and you pull your light coat a little tighter.
It gently rains little drops of water cold as ice.
The smell of spring is in the air.
Its intoxicating scent fills your body.
You stop and lift your head to the heavens.
The drops fall.
The nippy drops stick to your face and your eyelashes.
You can hear them hitting the exposed leaves and grass.
The snow melts with every little drop.
You let the rain drops slide down your face like tears.
It starts to rain harder.
The streets are now a dark shade.
The temperature drops and threatens to form ice.
You step inside and slip your shoes and jacket off.
You stare out the window wishing it would rain harder.
Reluctantly you leave the tranquil scene.
Off to set the table for a warm supper...

It's raining