"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Sunday, 4 December 2016

Norwegian knit afghan

Two color stranded knitting is called Norwegian and I decided to give it a go for this afghan. This project isn't something I would recommend because I was not knitting in the round. I was flat knitting which means every second row I was purling and the back of the work was facing me. This is quite awkward while following a pattern since I couldn't see what I was doing but I saw it as entertainment and I did enjoy the knit. This afghan will be gifted to a little boy whose life has been touched with the awfulness of divorce. I was a young adult when divorce destroyed my family. It's negative ripples have never finished there destructive result. It rips my heart out that a broken family is a part of the legacy my daughter has inherited. Is there another way? Divine love is about forgiveness, it's undeserved, selfless, it's grace. Divine love is eternal commitment and it is Jesus. Christmas is a beautiful invitation to pray and reflect on Him. May you all be gifted with an abundance of love this holiday season.

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Sunday, 27 November 2016

Island time

We wondered along the beach. It was as if we had become part of the landscape like the seagulls. There was no plan to go to any particular destination and no hurry to be anywhere. Living in the present brings contentment. Storms have come and gone and there will be more but today the sun is shining and that brings unexpected joy. Sea ducks were swimming on a crystal specked sea and peace for me is accepting where everything is and letting go of expectations. Blessings.

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Sunday, 13 November 2016

Driftwood candlestick holder

After giving away my antique glass candlestick holders I was momentarily left wondering what to use for a candle stick holder. I burn beeswax candles that I make as a lighting source. Than I remembered the neat piece of driftwood I had picked up on the beach some time ago. I checked the baby jogger and it was still there. I drilled a 7/8 hole and than put in one of these brass candle cup inserts that I bought online from Lee Valley. Even with shipping and taxes this candle stick holder cost me exactly 3.00 and I still have a handful of inserts. Beautiful! I can make more.

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Sunday, 6 November 2016

Scrunchies

I've been sewing scrunchies. I make these because I can make the multiple sizes I need in the colours I like and save money at the same time. Another big plus is that my home made ones last longer. The first time I sewed a scrunchie I took apart a worn out one which gave me my initial pattern. Sewing scrunchies are quick and simple. You cut out and sew a rectangular tube leaving both ends open. I sew them on my treadle sewing machine and leave a 1/4" seam allowance. Turn it right side out and insert 1/4" elastic. Tie a knot with the ends of the elastic together. With a needle and thread sew the tube shut. I like to tuck one unfinished edge in and fold over the other raw edge and slip stitch shut. For a large scrunchie my fabric is 21 1/2" long by 3 1/2" wide. The elastic is 8 1/2" long. For a medium size scrunchie I use a piece of fabric 12 1/4" long by 3 1/4" wide. The elastic is 7 1/2" long. The green one is a small scrunchie suitable for my four year old and I used a piece of fabric that is 7 1/2" long by 3" wide. The elastic was 6" long.

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Sunday, 30 October 2016

A Psalm of Praise

A candle is burning on the coffee table and beside me a small book lamp is illuminating the knitting in my hands. The windows in this room are curtain less and on a clear night there would be stars but tonight it is black. The clouds are hiding the face of the moon and I sit listening to the rain. My little girl is asleep and I am silent now too. There is an intimacy of life I have found in the velvet blackness, a quality of quietness in a long evening alone and I savour it. All day we watched ribbons of Canada Geese trailing across the sky and leaves falling from the maple tree in the yard near the edge of the forest. By late afternoon the tree is looking plucked and by my definition winter will be here when the last leaf falls. Dressed in the finery of fall - is the tree acknowledging its Maker or is God showing his care for us in giving brilliant colour in what would otherwise would be an incredibly depressive season? "Praise Him,...... fruit trees and forests...Praise Him,....all people...."Psalm 148:9,11
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Sunday, 16 October 2016

Lead free

This is lys Duralex manufactured in France and it is my new everyday dinnerware. I chose it because it is lead free and it is tempered glass making it 2-3 times stronger than ordinary soda lime glass such as Pyrex and Anchor Hocking - although both of these in clear glass are lead free and American manufactured. The glass in my setting is from Spiegelau which is manufactured in Germany and their series authentis casual. This is a beautifully brilliant clear glass which has a lovely ring when tapped. I contacted the manufacturer through an email and they told me this series is lead free. It is produced in crystal glass ( lead free). I've been having fun with my young daughter learning different napkin folds and the heart fold I learned from a wonderful book called, " Napkin Folds," by B. Jones and M. Brehaut. All of my dishware I bought/collected and some of it was gifted over twenty years ago. It has served me well and while necessity has brought change I couldn't be happier with my choice.

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Sunday, 9 October 2016

Leaves

I have spent many happy hours with my young daughter gathering, drawing and preserving leaves. This simple activity is resplendent with blessing. Time becomes meaningless when spent amongst their company. I become aware of a different dimension to life where what is of value in our culture today becomes meaningless. I leave their company refreshed, calm and whole. It is God who made leaves and in doing so He gifted mankind with the indelible fingerprint of His love and care for us. For this particular wreath I traced the desired size onto poster board, cut it out and glued the pressed leaves that my daughter had chosen on to it. It is under the glass of our kitchen table. I need to get inspired now and take the summer wreath off the front door. I will leave you with the words of this poem titled Leaves by Craig Sathoff. "The leaves of autumn speak to me in fast, impatient tones of all the beauties to be seen and tasks that must be done. At other times they sing to me in accents soft and low, inviting me to sit and dream not hurry to and fro. The leaves might laugh and jest a bit and pass the time of day, or barely stop to speak to me as they rush on their way. I've talked with leaves at autumn time since I was just a boy and every year their friendship brings a special touch of joy."