yarn along

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I finished Philippa’s socks a few days ago and she has happily been wearing them here and there when its chilly enough for socks. ¬†I cast on a pair for Noah on Sunday and am ready to turn the heel on sock no. 2. ¬†It’s fun how the yarn faded into a deeper blue on the toe of his first sock. ¬†I hope they don’t look too mismatched, but for kids socks, they are super soft,¬†bright and cheery, and I know my children are happy with them!

I’m still reading From Good to Grace, but couldn’t take a pic of it for this post, since it was in my room and Noah is napping in there. ¬†Below are a couple of pictures of Philippa enjoying her sockies.

Linking up with Nicole’s weekly Crafting On post.

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beginnings + endings

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It’s the shoulder-season time of year, things beginning and ending. ¬†Schools nearing their finish, spring bursting into summer. ¬†Pools are opening, farmers markets are filling with first fruits.

Phoebe had her ballet recital a few days ago and did so well! ¬†We were so proud of all her hard work and focus, and truly amazed at how much she has learned this year. ¬†I don’t know that we can afford to keep her in classes going forward, but¬†it was a joy to see her complete a semester. ¬†She was way too grown up in her makeup (gag, though–sort of hate seeing kids in makeup. ¬†Luckily she hated it too and couldn’t wait to get it off) and she was enamored watching the rest of her dance company do their performances. ¬†So fun to watch her.

We gave Phoebe a violin for her birthday in December but had to pack it up rather quickly since we were moving shortly thereafter and I had no idea how to tune it, so she hadn’t really been allowed to try it out. ¬†I felt a bit like a horrible mom for giving her a gift and then basically putting it away for months.. so we found a little local music store and went this week to get it tuned and learn a bit how to hold it. ¬†I’d like to start her in some lessons soon. ¬†She is eager to learn and has been pulling it out and playing often now that she’s allowed. ¬†I want our home to be filled with music, even though the beginning process of learning and instrument feels a bit painful. ¬†I know older moms whose kiddos play and sing together (even my own siblings and I) and the sacrifice in the beginning (of more noise) is so worthwhile in the end!

I do some photography on the side (very little! very amateur!) for my dad and husband’s remodeling business, taking “after” pictures of their work for their website. ¬†I was out at a client’s home in Fairview and stopped by a little self-serve farm stand nearby to pick up fresh flowers and fresh strawberries. ¬†These berries are the best. ¬†Everything from that farm stand is impeccable, and I’m rarely out that way so I stop there whenever I am. ¬†Anyway, I knew we had to make a strawberry pie with those berries, and fresh homemade vanilla ice cream. ¬†So Phoebe and I got to work on that in the afternoon, after wrapping up some school work while the other two were sleeping. ¬†It’s fun to bake with her but also messy and sometimes I’m not up for the extra work. ¬†Our pie was pretty good, but not quite what I was imagining. ¬†Anyone have a good strawberry pie recipe (gluten free/paleo)? ¬†Brandon loved it, though.

We’ve had a lot of rain this past week and the last couple of days have finally been dry and warm and sunny, so we checked on our little green growing things. ¬†Our garden is a bed of hope for me, a reminder of so many precious truths: seeds will produce fruit, hope begins in the dark soil but eventually bursts into reality. ¬†Great bounty¬†comes from small endeavors in faithfulness. ¬†We grow whatever we feed + nurture. Weeds come easy and choke out the good plants, while the good plants take more effort to grow. ¬†Putting hands in soil, watering daily, watching and waiting–it somehow teaches me on a deeper level than just reading about seeds and soil. ¬†Physically toiling in it preaches. ¬†It reminds me of Jesus’ giving us the gift of the Lord’s supper: bread and wine. ¬†Physical elements that we are meant to regularly handle, touch, taste, see, smell. ¬†It preaches the Gospel to us in a different way, a physical way. ¬†Every time I take the Lord’s supper, the experience of it itself preaches, brings new understanding, new enjoyment of God, deeper worship of Him. ¬†We are busy growing things aren’t we–all these beginnings and endings, these little indicators that seasons are passing, time is moving, children are growing right before our eyes. ¬†Time is slipping away, pushing forward whether we are ready for it or not. ¬†We can’t hold a single day down. ¬†We can see it and receive it and enjoy it and¬†then it slips right out of our hands, making room for the next day, the next beginning.

I’ve been reading in Ecclesiastes for the past couple of weeks as I study through the Old Testament (using Nancy Guthrie’s Seeing Jesus in the OT series, which I highly recommend!) Anyway, I’ve been reading¬†about toil and meaninglessness and vanity and living for the moment. ¬†It’s been a bit depressing for me at times, because in some ways I find my cynical self agreeing with the hopelessness of the author at times. ¬†Does any of this matter? ¬†All this toil that seems to produce so little? ¬†Yet we have a hope that the author didn’t yet have, the hope we find in Christ who reversed the curse when He rose from the dead and who gives value to all of our work, telling us that whatever we do for the least of these in His name will last. ¬†It’s a mystery to me still, but yet I plod onward–learning to do small things with care and love and with eyes fixed on Jesus, finding Him and worshiping Him in all the little beginnings and endings. ¬†It’s part of why I blog here–to see the ordinary, holy moments in my days, to mark the passing of time, to savor the things that I so easily miss, to look and hunt for beauty in the bread and in the wine. ¬†To see that He gives everything, and everything I have is somehow a gift from Him, even the hard things. ¬†All is grace. ¬†He withholds no good thing from us.

yarn along

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Still reading From Good to Grace by Christine Hoover and enjoying it so deeply.  Highly recommend.

Knitting philippa’s second sock. ¬†She¬†seemed completely disinterested in these until I tried the first sock on her and she started wiggling her little toes in it. ¬†Now she is so excited to see me knitting the second one. ¬†It amazes me every time, how excited the children get when I’m making something just for them.

What are you reading or making lately? ¬†Linking up with Nicole’s Crafting On. ‚̧

remembering

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Brandon and I slipped away for our anniversary weekend (May 12th) to celebrate 11 years. ¬†Friday began with his parents arriving to our home (so thankful to them for their willingness to drive to us and watch the kiddos for the weekend!) and us transferring all the needed info to them, and then we left just before noon. ¬†We decided to stop for lunch in Black Mountain on our way to our cabin in Banner Elk, NC. ¬†We shared a pizza (with gluten in it! ¬†So strange!) which immediately made Brandon’s day. ¬†I had asked if we could stop at my favorite yarn store while there because I had a gift card to spend there. ¬†We went in and Brandon surprised me: he had called ahead and had a gift waiting for me there, and also told me I could buy some yarn. ¬†A “reasonable amount” of yarn, he said. ¬†EEE! ¬†So I bought a couple skeins of¬†speckly hand-dyed yarn, which I’ve been dying to try for awhile now, and I’m planning on knitting a shawl with it. ¬†Brandon also picked out a skein of brilliant blue/purple Wollmeise yarn for a hat for himself. ¬†I am super stoked to try the yarn he picked! ¬†It feels heavenly. ¬†It’s really neat to see him take an interest in yarn with me, even though he’ll probably never knit. ¬†He appreciates¬†the artistry of it, I think, and he had fun picking out something for me to make for him.

From there we drove further up into the mountains, not wanting to arrive at our cabin too late. ¬†I had been to this cabin before on a little solo retreat last fall, but I wanted to share it with B, knowing how much he would enjoy it. ¬†We made a stop to the grocery store before heading up to the cabin. ¬†We brought most of our own food, simple meals without much fuss or prep needed. ¬†It was strange to not have to think about things being “gluten-free” or worry about cross-contamination in a different kitchen. ¬†Our lives have changed so much with Phoebe’s diagnosis almost two years ago. ¬†We have grown accustomed to it and we don’t mind the change at all, but we forget how much easier it is to shop/eat without concern about gluten. ¬†It was a nice mental break for both of us.

There are some really beautiful spots in these North Carolina mountains.  We have seen magnificent mountains when we lived in Colorado so we sometimes dismiss these quiet hills, and then the beauty surprises.  Our little cabin was nestled with a couple of other cabins at the top of a mountain, a quiet haven with the scripture from Matthew 11:28 posted:

¬†“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

The rain was beginning to fall heavily, we got into our cabin and Brandon unloaded the car. ¬†The cabin smells just like my aunt and uncle’s cottage in ¬†Muskoka, Ontario–a wooden cozy cabin smell. ¬†We lit the candles that were waiting, cracked the windows to hear the rain, turned on the little gas heater, unpacked our few things. ¬†The rain grew into a thunderstorm, and we just sat in the stillness, knitting, reading.

I’m not quite sure why we had the best time, but we did. ¬†Maybe it was just a sweet gift from the Lord, knowing we need refreshing. ¬†Maybe its because we both built some surprises for each other into our weekend. ¬†Maybe it was all the quiet. ¬†B and I both are introverts and I didn’t realize how much we both crave some uninterrupted quiet. ¬†Space to think. ¬†I used to be afraid of being an old couple with nothing more to say to each other, but this anniversary showed me there is a place of comfortable silence. ¬†A silence not because you are weary of each other, but because you rest in other’s presence without always needing to fill it with conversation. ¬†There is a security there. ¬†We know each other. ¬†We love each other. ¬†There is less striving than there used to be.

We also talked a lot about our marriage, where we are now. ¬†We tried to remember every anniversary and which ones were our favorites, which ones were disappointments. ¬†We reminisced about last year and how much we enjoyed our anniversary backpacking trip, but how exhausting¬†it was. ¬†He gave me a card with constellations on it and I laughed because I almost bought the same one for him. ¬†It was our “thing” when we fell in love while working for a backpacking organization. ¬†While we were apart often leading various trips, we would look up at the big dipper at night and know that both of us were looking up at the same cluster of stars in the same sky, and it sort of became “our” constellation.

Our lives have become so much about our children, as they must, but we needed to have some extended time just the two of us to remember each other. ¬†To re-member, as Ann Voskamp would say. ¬†Our remembering our love for each other, our commitment to each other before and beyond having children together–it re-members us, puts us back again, all the broken bits held together again. ¬†We needed to remember that when all else¬†fades into the background and its just the two of us, we still really like each other.

I’m not sure why, but I think we also recovered some kindness. ¬†In all the mounting stress of these little years, the sleepless nights, the endless giving and dealing with interruptions, the financial strain of living on one income, the care-taking of a child whose health goes up and down–we have grown careless with each other. ¬†We have lost some of our common courtesy, some of our simple gentle handling even in the way we talk to each other in¬†response to hurts and offenses.

Have you heard Sara Groves album¬†Fireflies and Songs? ¬†I feel like the whole thing is about marriage in one way or another. ¬†I think of her lyric “Run for your lives, all tenderness is gone in the blink of an eye.” ¬†Isn’t it shocking in marriage how this happens, how the rub of life and the comfortableness with each other can creep in and cause us to loose our tenderness toward one another, the common kindness that we extend to strangers but now can’t muster up for the one we love the most? ¬†We have grown careless with each other, and yet something¬†jarred us awake to the reality that simple kindness and gentleness with one another is worth fighting for. ¬†Better to have it than to fight to be right.

In the morning, we slept in as late as we could. ¬†We enjoyed steaming mugs in a drizzly rain. ¬†We lingered long over books and bibles. ¬†He geared up to go fly fishing–the first time for him in many months. ¬†We spent most of the day on the river nearby, eating a picnic lunch there and staying until we needed to head back to the cabin to make dinner. ¬†The next morning before we drove back home, we went to a different spot on the river and he fished again while I knitted. ¬†It was mother’s day and it felt odd not to be home with my babies, but we enjoyed every minute away together without a hint of guilt.

I remember hearing someone share that the secret to their lasting marriage was falling in love over and over again, and I didn’t quite understand it at the time, but I think I do now. ¬†I think it was the first time in our 11 years together that I felt like I was falling in love again, seeing Brandon with renewed eyes. ¬†Yet it’s not the superficial, young and untried love of a newlywed. ¬†It is love reignited, love that has withstood some hard tests and storms and still remains, steady and strong.

It wasn’t a fancy trip, we didn’t travel far. ¬†We didn’t spend much and we didn’t do much. But somehow in the mystery of the simplicity, God blessed us with renewed love for one another. ¬†With hope for a bright future. ¬†With the comfort of His presence and the comfort of each other, all we have walked together. ¬†All the intimacy between us, the secrets only we know: the darkest valleys, the sweetest victories. ¬†All these miles traveled together, whether good or bad. ¬†Hand in hand, with eyes fixed on our Prize, helping each other make it to the end, saying to one another as we go: I still see you. ¬†I still love you.

Really we don’t need much
Just strength to believe
There’s honey in the rock,
There’s more than we see
In these patches of joy
These stretches of sorrow
There’s enough for today
There will be enough tomorrow.
Sara Groves, Enough

From Good to Grace

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The kiddos and I were out this morning spreading mulch around the front flower beds, taking trips back and forth with a borrowed wheelbarrow wagon. ¬†These little ones love to work hard, especially if every trip back and forth is rewarded with a ride in the wagon! ¬†We’ve all come in now to find refuge from the crazy heat (does it feel terribly hot to anyone else for May??) so I have a minute to put up a quick little knittery post.

Over the weekend I cast on a baby gift item, so I can’t share too many details here, but it is really a fun knit so far. ¬†More about it once it has been gifted!

Also, I finished The Awakening of Miss Prim (enjoyed it!) and began reading From Good to Grace: Letting Go of the Goodness Gospel¬†by Christine Hoover. ¬†Friends, this one is meeting me in a very profound way. ¬†There are some things my husband and I are working through, praying over, laying before the Lord, and this book is speaking directly to it. ¬†I bought it back when it was a new release with some saved birthday money last year and its funny how I haven’t felt like it was the right time to read it until now. ¬†The author is addressing her own tendency and battle with legalism/moralism, what she is calling her “goodness addiction,” which is basically whenever we try to earn our way to God, whenever we think we must be “good” for Him, in order to earn His love or favor or grace or salvation. ¬†This is one of my most deeply rooted battles, something I struggle with every single day, and something the Lord must be working to free me from. ¬†Of course, He began speaking to me of this back in my early college days, and its amazing to see the progress He and I have made, and yet sometimes it startles me to see how my “goodness addiction” creeps back in. ¬†I love how the author quotes:

“The Gospel was not my working theology: Mine was moralism and legalism–a religion of duty and self control through human willpower. ¬†The goal was self-justification, not the justification by faith in Christ that the gospel offers. ¬†But, as many people can tell you, moralism and legalism can “pass” for Christianity, at least outwardly, in the good times. ¬†It is only when crises come that you find there is no foundation on which to stand. ¬†And crises are what God used to reveal my heart’s true need for him.” ¬†(Hoover, quoting Rose Marie Miller)

Yes, when life is working for us, working hard to earn God’s favor or to stay in His good graces flies under the radar, and looks an awful lot like Christianity. ¬†We’re productive! ¬†We’re doing good things! ¬†We’re happy-clappy and strong! ¬†We can feel pretty good about ourselves, even a big smug about our work for God. ¬†Maybe a tad reproving¬†of other believers who aren’t as productive as we. ¬†In fact, I believe this heresy is still terribly prevalent in our current church culture, at least here in America. ¬†I feel like since¬†I battle this so deeply, I see it easily in others. ¬†But our crises sift us. ¬†It’s one of the few beautiful gifts that come from a painful trial.

One of the hardest things about this whole past two-year journey dealing with all the ups and downs and life changes that have come with Phoebe’s diagnosis has been the way it has wiped me out. ¬†It has made me feel emotionally and mentally weak. ¬†I don’t know much else how to describe it beyond a feeling like I can’t breathe. ¬†On the hardest days, I’ve literally felt physically short of breath. ¬†An old heart condition of mine began to flare up, and I was back on a heart monitor for a month and seeing a cardiologist. ¬†As far as we could find, there was no physical problem, so the cardiologist told me it must be stress.

I’ve had to pare down a lot of my commitments and focus most of my energy on caring for Phoebe’s particular needs. ¬†I have felt pretty lame as a Christian in the sense of how “small” my circle has been drawn, how very small my efforts seem, how very unable I am to serve in some of the ways I used to and desire to. ¬†Guilt comes easily. ¬†I’ve learned a lot. ¬†I’ve learned that the Christian community isn’t terribly great at letting each other go through seasons of weakness and unproductivity. ¬†The great injustice of suffering something is that not only are you bearing the burden of your ordeal, but then you feel terribly guilty for your weakness in it. ¬†You feel guilty that you aren’t being “a better Christian” in the midst of it. ¬†You feel like you must hide your suffering and struggle and questions. ¬†As Ann Voskamp said in her book The Broken Way, “When the church¬†isn’t for the suffering and broken, then the church isn’t for Christ.” ¬†We can say until we’re blue in the face that we are a place for the broken, but if the broken don’t really feel welcome? ¬†If the broken don’t really feel safe to just BE WEAK and be seemingly useless for a season?

I am just now, just now after almost two¬†years on this journey, just now beginning to surrender to my uselessness before the Lord. ¬†I can’t even describe in words how He has been ministering to me and speaking and carrying and meeting me in ways I do not deserve and can hardly receive. ¬†I have learned that I must ask Him and HIM ALONE what He wants from me. ¬†What does faithfulness look like, Lord, in this season? ¬†What do you want from me? ¬†Not: what does the church want from me? ¬†Not: what does my family want from me? ¬†Not: what do my friends expect of me? ¬†But what do YOU want, Lord? ¬†And His answer:

“Worship. ¬†I desire your worship. ¬†That is all. ¬†In everything you do, in whatever you put your hand to–do it as unto me. ¬†Do it for me. ¬†Find me in it. ¬†Enjoy me. ¬†Receive from me. ¬†Do the hard work of receiving all of me. ¬†I gave myself for you, to you. ¬†I am split open, broken, blood-spilt for you. ¬†Take and drink. ¬†Take and eat. ¬†This is your holy hard work. ¬†This must come before you do any endeavor in my name, and this must be the place from which you continually abide.”

And I believe I am finally learning to rest in Him.  To receive Him.  To be weak before Him, as much as I despise that weakness in myself and wish I could be a star pupil.  I am learning to stop earning what has already been DONE for me.  I am learning to stop trampling His precious blood underfoot as I run about in all my human efforts (Heb. 10:28).  I have tried to do great things for God, when all along He has wanted me to see what great things He has done for me.  I have had my eyes turned inward, when He has wanted them turned upward.

Laying down all this striving? ¬†It feels a lot like a death of sorts. ¬†Death to a way of thinking, a way of living, a former identity. ¬†That old flesh of mine keeps resurrecting, it would seem. ¬†And death feels terribly counter-intuitive and painful to the flesh. ¬†It is plain unnatural. ¬†But it is the upside-down way of the Kingdom of God: whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it (Matt. 16:25). ¬†Sometimes we have to lose everything we’re clinging to in order to see and know and experience how held we are.

We get to be weak, friends. ¬†We get to be the weak that we are. ¬†He receives us just like this. ¬†He wants us to drink our fill of Him again and again and again. ¬†Maybe His goal isn’t for us to eventually move from our place of weakness to being strong again. ¬†Maybe His goal for us is to remain here. ¬†To remain terribly, painfully aware of our inability and weakness so that we are dependent on Him for every thing. ¬†Maybe thats what He means when He says He uses the weak things of the world to shame the wise (1 Cor. 1:27) rather than saying He transforms the weak into bastions of strength. ¬†If that feels a bit scandalous for you to say (as it does for me) than maybe we’re really not walking in grace like we think we are. ¬†Maybe we really need to revisit the scripture and take a good hard look at what the Gospel is.

Anyway.. My little yarn along post turned into¬†pouring out my heart. ¬†I hope it resonates with someone out there just a little bit. ¬†I hope if it does you’ll consider¬†reading Christine Hoover’s fantastic book, From Good to Grace.

(And just so you know, I don’t get any kickback for promoting her book. ¬†I just share good books because I believe in the power of the written word as a tool for change. ¬†I do always link to amazon and technically am an affiliate with them, but I have never made a single dime off of that affiliation. ¬†Just so you know. ūüôā ¬†Because I know I’m skeptical of people like that. ¬†#skepticforlife)

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I’ve written about this theme many times. ¬†If you’re interested, here are a few of those posts:

You Get to Be Weak
Savoring the Gospel When You Fail
From Legalism to a Feast of Grace

projects

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A couple of weekends ago, Brandon and I took the kids to a local historic home, the Carl Sandburg House. ¬†It is peaceful and quiet there, with easy trails to walk. ¬†We went on a Sunday afternoon, packed a picnic lunch and spread a blanket under the shade of some great trees in the gardens. ¬†Afterwards we went to visit the baby goats. ¬†I had already taken the kids on a previous weekend when Brandon had been working on the flooring in our laundry room + kitchen. ¬†(More on that in a minute.) ¬†Brandon has talked about wanting goats for years now, so I knew he’d enjoy visiting with them. ¬†I’m not ready to own goats right now, but maybe down the road? ¬†I love the Nubian goats with the long ears the best, I think. ¬†The nubian kids were the cutest running around, just like puppies. We got to see Nellie, the grandma goat of the crew, who was laying in the grass one day past her due date with multiples. ¬†I felt sorry for her! ¬†She looked weary. ¬†Philippa dutifully checked all of the goats ears, noses and mouths for them. ūüôā ¬†By now, I’m sure Nellie has brought a new litter of kids into the world. ¬†Savannah, the goat with the little hand-knitted sweater on, was just a few days old, and we all loved meeting + petting her.

It was good for us to take a day and set aside projects, enjoy a little bit of the quiet of the outdoors, and just be together. ¬†The last few months have felt chaotic and we’re just starting to feel like we can find ¬†a new normal again. ¬†Phoebe’s good test results have made us feel like we can breathe a bit in terms of worrying over her. ¬†She goes for another general check-up in six months, unless we see something that concerns us. ¬†So for now, I’m trying to allow myself to rest in those good test results (versus worry and be fearful which is my MO) and allow myself to believe/hope that the worst is behind us. ¬†I was talking with a friend recently whose daughter has just come out of having brain cancer–obviously a far scarier ordeal than Phoebe’s in a lot of respects. ¬†But we both agreed and understood one another in how hard it is to hear GOOD news after hearing a lot of bad. ¬†In order to survive you begin to stay in a continual place of bracing for the next disappointment/bad result, and it’s very hard to shut that off. ¬†I don’t know how people walk through things like this without knowing the Lord. ¬†I don’t know that I would have made it through without Him! ¬†Even still, I look to Him for rest and healing and hope. ¬†I lean on Him to carry me now into this new season with its own set of joys and challenges.

Much of our “free” time in the evenings or weekends has been taken up with little projects here and there, fixing leaky faucets, replacing broken things, finishing the flooring job, etc. ¬†I am thankful Brandon is so good at all of these things! ¬†The flooring we put down was to cover a section of the home that had asbestos tile in it (the laundry room was the worst, as you can see that part of it had been disturbed). ¬†It brings me a lot more peace of mind knowing we have covered that area and I’m really happy with our flooring choice!

We borrowed a neighbor’s tiller (after I attempted to till by hand) and are preparing a small little portion of the yard for a garden. ¬†I know, we are late!! ¬†I was debating putting off a garden until next year, since we still aren’t even fully settled or unpacked! ¬†It seems silly to start another time-consuming outside project when we have so much work to do inside. ¬†However, we have so missed growing a portion of our own food the last couple of years when we were renting (and had ZERO sun in our yard). ¬†We just couldn’t resist, and I’m glad we are going for it! ¬†I picked up a few things from the garden center today and hopefully things will grow well, despite our late start.

 

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I’m late getting this post up! ¬†Summer time is nearly upon us folks, evidenced by the fact that my children are playing outside longer in the evenings and running back out after dinner to make the most of these long sunny days. ¬†Right now they are busy helping daddy dump mulch from the trailer, while I wait for them to come in for dinner. ¬†So I have a minute to get this post up!

I finished the Water rock vest and am just waiting to block it (I think I will need to, to try and add some length) and also finished Phoebe’s socks over the weekend. ¬†I cast on a pair for Philippa immediately, improvising the pattern (using 44 stitches instead of 48) to make the cuff a bit smaller, but now I have to think about the math. ¬†So far its working out! ¬†Here’s to hoping my math works and it fits her.

I picked up this book, Design Mom: How to Live with Kids, from the library on a whim today. ¬†I love flipping through books like this for ideas and inspiration for decorating. ¬†I should clarify that when I talk about “decorating” our home, I mean using what we already have and rearranging it. ¬†Haha. ūüėČ Such is life when you have little ones and live on one income. ¬†I’m almost done with The Awakening of Miss Prim and have really enjoyed it¬†so far. ¬†It’s been fun to have a totally pleasurable read for the evenings versus something that requires my mind to be awake. ¬†Although I’m craving theology. ¬†Deep, rich theology.

What are you knitting, reading or working on this week? ¬†Here’s to hoping you find some time to make beautiful things¬†and read good books.

Linking up with Crafting On + my knitting friend Being Bodeker.