food, crochet, merriment
My cute daughter, Lyndi has made some adorable things…
frames and mats–for her shop Somebody’s Stuff. Isn’t that a great name?
The good news is that her shop is being featured right this minute in the Etsy Showcase.
Please go have a look.
Come back and tell us your favorite.
But beware…you might not be able to choose just one.
heh, heh, heh.
The stay inside, snugglely days of winter always feel even better to me with a cup of hot cocoa, giant marshmallows, and some sort of yarn and hook to make a bit of warmth with.
Almost like that’s what winter expects of us…
what winter is actually for.
I’m finding that it’s not just me either. The girls are starting to feel more comfortable with the yarn and–surprisingly–not hooks, but needles. My they are brave. Teaching themselves to knit from books or blogs and then just…you know, knitting. Knitting little sweaters, and scarves and hats for their own little loves.
Personally, I’m amazed at how one keeps the yarn on that pointy stick when there’s no…hook…at the end.
But then, Mamas do find a way–don’t they?
Hooks or needles, sweaters, scarves, hats or headbands—it isn’t only the thing that’s being crafted that feels so good and right. It’s coming together–and doing that womanly thing, the gathering to talk and laugh and sip and nibble all the while creating warmth for the baby birds we love.
In my heart, I’m certain…
that’s what winter is for.
Long, long ago—so long ago, in fact, that the queen of the whole world’s children actually were children—there was discovered a beautiful, magical piece of fabric.
This fabric was a perfect purple, blue and pink paisley, fuzzy, velor.
It was also discovered that the mystical fabric had a perfectly divine purpose and would be just the thing for making three lovely dressing gowns for the queen’s three incredibly cool daughters.
However, there was trouble in the kingdom that season and the queen became preoccupied with many, many mundane tasks. Therefore the 3 dressing gowns for the 3 princesses didn’t actually happen.
It turned out to be a good thing because as the princesses grew, one day they unanimously declared that the beautiful, perfect, purple, blue, and pink paisley fuzzy velor was in reality NOT beautiful. It was “dreadful, horrible, snakey” fabric.
Some say the word “hideous” was even gently tossed about that day.
Well, it’s a good thing the queen didn’t make those dressing gowns for her incredibly cool daughters out of that incredibly NOT cool fabric or certainly all would have been lost, and despair would have swallowed up the kingdom. The horrid fabric was sent to the cold and damp dungeon, to never be heard of again.
Phew.
That was close.
Several generations later, after much banishing, crown shifting and dragon slaying…
the queen was still in charge of the whole world, but the kingdom had new heirs to the thrown.
By royal decree, the dreaded fabric was searched out and found. To the delight of all…
it was miraculously beautiful once more.
Just perfect in fact…
for a playful romp through the castle halls…
a quiet chat in the upper chambers…
or even a quick ride around the grounds.
The magical fabric was wholeheartedly embraced and invited to stay.
He agreed.
At last, balance, harmony and good will were restored to the kingdom.
Next order of business…
Joy, love, rock and roll, and of course—
world peace.
News at 10.
but I’ve been away.
I can hardly wait to tell you about it…
and I will…
just as soon as I
(yawn)
wake up.
Gracias, danke, merci–whatever language is spoken, “thank you” frequently expressed will cheer your spirit, broaden your friendships, and lift your lives to a higher pathway as you journey toward perfection. There is a simplicity–even a sincerity–when “thank you” is spoken.
–President Thomas S. Monson
~ April