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  • I do a lot of thinking while I work with my hands. And now that summer is finally upon us, I intend to think myself silly contemplate quietly while I complete the pillows you all so kindly weighed in on. I’ve also got some thinking opportunities swirling around my head in the form of Anthropologie copycat projects, but we’ll see if I ever get to that level of rumination. For now, I’ve been busying my fingers finishing a merino wool/alpaca cap for my man. Yes, I realize it is almost 90 degrees out, but I figure if I do a few stitches a day, he might actually get to wear it next Christmas. With a gazillion single crochets stitched by my amateur fingers, I am sure I will log a hundred hours and have the world all figured out in my head by the time I’m through. Number 1′s also […]

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  • Sometimes a girl needs inspiration like this… …to get busy making pretties like these… Make your own, or get them in the shop! Look around today; there’s inspiration everywhere.

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  • The first fruit of our garden is brought to you today by a little poem: The Detested Radishark, by Jack Prelutsky: In the middle of the ocean, In the deep deep dark, Dwells a monstrous apparition, The detested RADISHARK. It’s an underwater nightmare That you hope you never meet, For it eats what it wants, And it always wants to eat. Its appalling, bulbous body Is astonishingly red, And its fangs are sharp and gleaming In its huge and horrid head, And the only thought it harbors In its small but frightful mind, Is to catch you and to bite you On your belly and behind. It is ruthless, it is brutal, It swims swiftly, it swims far, So it’s guaranteed to find you Almost anywhere you are. If the RADISHARK is near you, Pray the beast is fast asleep In the middle of the ocean In the dark dark […]

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  • The baby came in from the backyard, and asked to take his shirt off….because he’s one of them. And because Number 1 does it… …Number 2 does it too… …as does Number 3… …followed by Number 4, who is one of them. More sweet than tough they are.

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  • Necessity is truly the mother of invention. As is a lean pocketbook. As one who finds much value and joy in the giving and receiving of gifts, a tight budget forces me to be creative and simple in gifting. While my mind dreams of big and extravagant gifts, my desire for stewardship brings the focus back around to the heart and motive to bless. Time is a rare commodity; it shows itself valuable through effort and availability when money cannot. And while many of us would almost rather find time, than money, growing on trees, God faithfully provides for both. So, do you need some ideas to get you started? Funny you should ask! I’m here to please. {grin} Here are just a few ways to show you care extravagantly on a budget: 1. Hand-write a letter, and send it through the old fashioned postal service. 2. Buy MP3′s of […]

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  • I offered the biggest, most immaculate strawberry I’d ever seen to Number 4 one morning… …his chubby little fingers explored all the intricacies of the delicious gem… …and after much exploration, he sunk his teeth into it, bottom first… …all conversation ceased as he reveled in every bite… …juice dripping down his chin… …and sticky little hand on my knee… …and as the last bite barely fit in his mouth, he immediately signed “please” for another. Simple pleasures of watching him savor a strawberry.

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  • My multi-hat wearing husband is a bit anachronistic– always preferring an old (if not ancient!) book over the internet any day of the week. So, you can imagine my surprise when he sent me a link to his new blog, complete with his first (and hopefully not last) post! My husband has a way of thinking and communicating things like few people I know, which is why I’ve always thought him a potentially wonderful blogger…er, minus the part where he avoids the internet. I’m really hoping he will find the desire (and the time!) to post semi-regularly. He really ought to share all that amazing stuff that rolls around in that head of his. Why the name? Just a little tongue and cheek metaphoric reference to the giver of fire in Greek mythology. So, please give my sweet man a warm welcome at The Promethian Chronicles, Or, at least send […]

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