Thanksgiving

It's so odd how everything changes. And how quickly time passes.
I remember Thanksgiving meaning something entirely different growing up. It was a time to either travel long distances to meet up with relatives we see every year, or get the house all nice and clean-looking for them to arrive. We'd eat a ton of food, there would be talk of who's been doing what, what grade are you in?, oooo - do you have a boyfriend?, watch a game or two, and then listen to all the men snore. Happy Thanksgiving!
Then around college time, I was thankful to be able to go home to get a load of wonderfully home-cooked food (mostly). By then it was low stress, not many family members anymore. Why? I'm not so sure. Maybe we just thought it was more realxing that way.
And here I am now with TWO kids.... And what does Thanksgiving mean to me? Well, honestly, trying to fix a bunch of food that won't get eaten while fighting the kiddos to actually eat something other than cranberry sauce and stuffing. Tears, screaming (normal dinner routine). Lots of leftovers they won't eat. Bathtime, bedtime. The end.
But when it was all over, I got to thinking about things more deeply. Times are getting harder and I'm sure there are plenty of people who would love to have that kind of fight with their kids. To have so much food you know you're gonna be eating on it for weeks. And suddenly I was filled with so much love. Love and luck. I have a beautiful (semi-healthy) family, and we don't want for anything. How much more can I ask for?
So Happy Thanksgiving. Remember the kids will cry, there will be tears, but there will always be someone who would trade places with you in a heartbeat.

Newness, Sewing, and Time

So here it is, all new and shiny - my new blog. Did I hear you asking why? Well, because sometimes I just have to type and why not share.
It's a cold night up here in the sewing/office and I know it's just going to get colder. I'm not such a fan of cold. Or hot for that matter. But then again sometimes I live in my own utopia inside my head where it's 70 all year. Yeah.
I want to sew. Alot. But up here in the cave I can barely see anything. I hunch over to see where the needle's meeting the fabric and my back starts protesting. So I'm done for the night after finishing up two cloth diapers.
And then there's this problem I often run in to - time. Wouldn't it be nice if I didn't have to sleep but everyone else did.... I could clean and sew and bake lovely things everytime the kids went to sleep. Everyone would oooh and aaaah and ask, "Where do you find the time?" And I'll just laugh and say, "It's so easy, anyone can do it" and secretly think, "ha, ha, you'll never live up to me!!"....

Starting to wonder if you should've maybe NOT have read this thing because you've discovered I'm a loonie-bird? Or maybe that you're just like me? Hm.

So I met the lovely Anna Maria Horner on Saturday. Actually there were several events on that day that have recently inspired me to get off my tush (doesn't that make it sound so much smaller?) and get to work. I want to splash her colors all over my sewing room and let them inspire me on a daily basis....I want to be fabulous and get all the ideas in my head out onto my "canvas"...... I plan on visiting her site on a daily basis to keep up the inspiration.

In the meantime, here's the inspiration out the front door--



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