

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Crafting On~ A Mermaid girl

I was just delighting in the crisp autumn air when the atmosphere began to boil.  Isn't that just how it goes?

Temperatures in the 80's and 90's at the end of September?  Unbelievable!  You won't hear me complaining though- I guess I am easily swayed when it means Lake dinner with Papa and swimming at sunset.  If only I could bottle the sweat and dab a bit on every now and again during the winter months.

My niece had a birthday yesterday so on Friday I picked up a long abandoned head (which I had set aside because I needed to buy some plastic toy eyes) and found this free pattern and got to work turning a bit of yarn into a magical mythical mermaid.  I had a yarn that I had picked up of mill ends of this crazy pastel yarn that was both thick and thin which I thought really beautiful as a skein.  When I crocheted it up though- it was kinda, well, UGLY.  I wasn't sure what to do with it.  Turns out, it worked perfectly for mermaid hair- I love the finished product.

Incidentally, so does Adele, who could barely part with the mermaid when it was time to wrap the gift.  She has a new birthday wish now... looks like another crocheted doll may be in a my near future.

After setting it aside and finding the first few chapters kinda slow, I am getting to the good parts of That Hideous Strength.  I'm enjoying it...

Friday, September 22, 2017

Welcome to My World

Why yes, that is a dirty, wet dishrag on her head!

Corynn turns greasy pizza boxes into art.  

I now have two girls baking in the house:  Lord have mercy.

I had a hunkering for Chinese: Asian Chicken in Plum Sauce and Fried Rice

I wonder if, when I am old and gray, I will look back on my dust piles and miss the legos and hairbands and whole plums that fall from little fingers.  Maybe I will be happy to sweep only dust.  Or maybe I'll actually miss daily sweepings like these.

I had been working hard to avoid all of the inferences to autumn I kept hearing/seeing/sensing.  I refused to acknowledge the school bus passing through at 6:50am and I avoided any mention of switching summer clothes for fall ones.  In my particularly grumpy moods, I would inwardly mutter "Keep your pumpkin spice candles, soups and steaming mugs to yourself!" when friends were embracing the crisp autumny air.   At one point, I may have even cursed the leaves that were littering the road.

And then something happened...all of a sudden the wall of thick, obscuring fog in the morning made me linger by the window.  All the zinnias popped open and every single one seemed to be another gorgeous shade of orange.   And sunflowers, in their yellows and burgundies, are particularly good at easing one in.  A generous neighbor took pity on my mouldy, disease-ridden peaches and dropped off a few buckets of peaches and plums.  Have you ever made jam from plums?  The dark, chalky blue skins turn the jam the most GORGEOUS purple red color in some sort of kitchen magic.  And the blush of skinned peaches- you must be dead inside if it doesn't do something to you.  

I'm in....I'm aaallllllll in.   I'vebeen sufficiently wooed.  I've been roasting vegetables and making comfort foods, I've been looking for opportunities to bake instead of turning on the oven when I absolutely MUST.  I am loving the deeper, jeweled colors everywhere...I've even picked up my long abandoned yarn (do I still remember how to crochet and knit?!).  There may even be some pumpkin spice candles flickering in the background.

A few weeks ago, Matt paid his brother to come over with his fancy sawmill and saw up some lumber from trees Matt has been hauling out of our woods.  One particular tree was ginormous!  (The pictures don't really do it justice.)  It was a gorgeous day for it and we now have a bit over 2300 board feet to do who knows what with.   Matt knows.  We'll find out...

We officially started the homeschool year this week and I think we were all ready to just take that first step.  I've been dreading it... because homeschooling can just be HARD.  It can be hard to get everything done in a day that you simply MUST do both on the academic front and in the ordinary 'rumbling bellies must be fed and the bathroom stinks like a stadium urinal' sort of way.  The flower bouquet on the table has been dead and crispy for over a week.   Yesterday, I swept and vacuumed the living room and I honestly felt as if I had just spring cleaned my entire house!   Adding home learning to the mix seemed to daunting a task.

Two things:

1)  All four children are starting out excited, diligent and hard working.   The older two are much better about getting their work done without me badgering them about it (a major complaint in years' past) and the middles are rearing to go.  Granted, a spankin' new year does that to students, but I am enjoying it immensely for how ever long it does last.

2)  Ineke is insane.

She finds a marker and starts drawing in a book while I am trying to explain a math problem to Judah.  I take it away and set the marker in front of me.  Adele' asks me a question.  Ineke somehow found another crayon, marker (or stealthily retrieved the confiscated one)-usually permanent, or other such writing utensil in the time it took me to answe the question and resumes her carnage.  I get all writing utensils that I can find and put them up high on a shelf.  THERE!  So Ineke climbs up on the chair to crawl up on the table to crawl over to Corynn who is studying her grammar and shoves her little face in Corynn's and grins.  Corynn smiles, puts her down from the table saying "Ineke, you can't be on top of the table" and then Ineke walks around the table and does it again.  And again. She thinks she is so hilarious.  I take her to the living room and to her toys and she finds a crayon under the couch.  And then finds a book.