weathering the storm

An interpretation of Ephesians 6:13.
Kite and pieced binding fabric from stitchindye.

I can save up money when necessary

I want this bag.
Bad.

RosenbergCph Fauna travel bag, wave green

My current duffle has been around for the better part of at least 15 years, and it's seen better days... most of which ended five years ago.

So I've calculated it would cost me $153 with shipping from Denmark.
Time for a yard sale!

mini quilt monday

For stitchindye's mini quilt monday.
"Picnic at a Zoo", about 15"x15". I will probably put it in my shop soon.
I managed to do this over Mother's Day weekend, so I'd say that's pretty good!

still hopped up on caffeine here

To piggyback on my previous post, I was also thinking (in my frappuccino java chip ice cream-induced all-nighter) about how I just love the softness and femininity of my 40s/50s/60s vintage linens... so when it's time for a re-boot, I'd love for it to be in some farmhouse with white wood floors and tons of character as the backdrop for all my lovely flowery things that are currently not being used.

Plus Swedish design too though. Some kind of IKEA meets a-coat-of-white-paint-cures-everything.

1. vintage tablecloths, 2. Untitled, 3. Geraniums Vintage tablecloth, 4. gingham made bed, 5. Vintage Tablecloth Collection, 6. big bundle, vintage sheeting fat quarters, 7. Untitled, 8. Vintage tablecloths, 9. Our "New" Bed Linens

p.s. I realize I've become slightly infatuated with the flickr mosaic maker. That's okay with me right now.

this is what a pint of starbucks ice cream at 9 pm will do

(written Friday 3:30 am)
It took me til 3 am to realize why I was awake.

But in the mean time, my mind was racing with thoughts of farmhouse living. Having grown up in the suburbs, I'm sometimes torn between the idea of either living in a historic bungalow downtown in the midst of everything, or owning several acres of property in the countryside. More and more though I'm drawn to what I suppose you would call homesteading... an extensive garden, canning, quilting, keeping some chickens, keeping it simple.

There is a humility I admire about farmers and country folk... salt of the earth people who aren't afraid to work hard and get dirty. They like it, in fact. From the many, many drives I've made through the back country of southern and central Indiana, I find myself longing for a house on a hill and a stretch of land to call my own. With no homeowners association.

But for now I'm getting my feet wet in my (very) modest garden, still living in the suburbanite middle ground. Putting down roots... it seems that will come later.
1. Clothesline, 2. Dutton Farm, Frichton, Indiana, 3. Gardens at the Huddleston Farm House, 4. Birthday present

happy may day!

A night of arranging flowers while watching Emma, and for a while all is right with the world.

This could be addicting, and may extend long after May Day.