catch up–

Over the next few days I’ll post the little drawings that I’ve neglected to post for soooo long. I’m no where near the three per week that I was shooting for, but I do have some.

And now I’m at a loss for words.

Well, I’m getting excited for our baby to come. I always wonder how people have lots of kids. I think I’d like 6 or 8, but being pregnant that many times? YIKES! I certainly don’t feel like this is the last little person that needs to come to our family, but my hips and sciatic nerve sure would like to be done with all these streching, shifting invasions of alien beings. And my ankles would like to come back home too.

Oh, and it’s going to be a boy. I don’t think I’ve said that here yet. Brenna is destined to be just like me. I am the oldest of 5 with 4 younger brothers. In a lot of ways relating to women still feels like speaking a foreign language. Wouldn’t it be fun to have a sister? Oh I want Brenna to have one someday…

Guilt…

So, it’s been nearly a year since I attended Denyse’s workshop and was inspired to organize Blockswap. I have one of the charity quilts totally completed, but the other is still just a pile of blocks.

I took these photos of the completed one on a sunny day way back in November. Photographing quilts is so hard!

Here’s the whole thing, but blurry:

Here’s a detail of the front. You can really see the amazing quilting done by Gina of the Quilter’s Buzz and Threaded Pear Studio. The modern swilrs are so perfect. Can you tell?

Gina pieced the back, which is wonderful as well.

We really need to get this thing sold and the donations made. I really apologize for how slow I’ve gone on this. Any suggestions on getting good photos?

6,7,8

Just three this week.

But, that was my goal. Two weeks down, 50 more to go.

I’ve spent the past 2 weeks preparing of a funeral for a woman at church. Echo Pryor Arnesen left behind a husband, 6 children, and 19 grandchildren. She was one of those people you just can’t forget once you meet her. She was exhuberant and always had something to say. It was actually pretty hard to keep her from saying anything There were a few times during Sunday meetings that I would cringe as she recounted stories of dreams she had and how the Lord directed her to get a child out of bed because its head was wrapped in covers…I can’t think of any more right off the top of my head, but most Sundays there was something. The stories were true though. She had a simple faith and not only believed in miracles, but expected them.

In the room where the family set up the viewing were tables of pictures and scrap books. She was a wonderful record keeper. She kept a journal for each of her 6 children from the time they were born and continued to add to them after they left home. What a treasure. She was unforgettable by virture of her personality, but her love and commitment to her family ensures that she will never be forgotten.

I don’t love my children any less than Echo loved hers, but will they remember that when I’m gone? I’m just so deeply impressed by her committment and dilligence to write so personally for each of them.

Maybe I should take a page from her book…

confessions of an irrational pregnant woman

Yep. That’s me. I’m about 20 weeks now, I think. With the first one you count the days. After that it is hard to keep track.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure I mentioned the home improvement chaos that’s been going on here, and that all we had left was some kind of home office set up. Well, the thing-a-ma-bobs I ordered from Ikea were out of stock, so we had to figure out alternatives. I had a few ideas and tried to figure out how to make them work, while Barry went to Mendelsons (read big warehouse of unimaginable junk) to see if he could find something used that would be suitable. He came home with a used desk–a very officey desk, but the right size, and he thought, even the right color. I was a wreck!! Despite my best efforts to hold back the tears I cried. No. I bawled. For hours. And into the night. And the next day.

I had in my mind exactly how I wanted it to look, you know? I was disappointed, understandably. But heart broken? Crying for hours? Poor bewildered Barry.

So, setting aside Sunday meeting lesson preparation that I could have attended to, we set out on an adventure Saturday to find the Amy Butler fabric I needed to make me feel better. Then I ran another errand or two and we put this together.

The lighting is bad, but hopefully you get the idea. Now I have a place to display my daily drawings and other pretty things. The desk really isn’t bad either, now that I’ve come to my senses.

And, for my mom I’m putting in some pictures of our new wood floor and one of the living room. It’s fall in Ohio, and I realize I have to say good-bye to good light until spring. I think I’ve also messed up the settings on my camera somehow and can’t figure out what I’ve done, so you may have to use your imagination a little bit here.

I really love my new floors and freshly painted walls. The gold walls in the living room show up pretty accurately. The carpet is a bit warmer.