Now that the weather has cooled off again, our home has become a ladybug magnet. I guess the warmth of the sun is soaked into the brick, and apparently, bugs like that, especially the Little Red kind. Whenever I open our front door, we have to run through a cloud of red. They get in our hair (at best) and INSIDE (at worst.)
No fun at all. I never have been fond of ladybugs. The only 'luck' they bring me is bad. I wish they would just go away.
I have been very busy this week, and I have so much that I would have liked to share had it not been for this 'pesky' love story of ours I am chronicling.
I have done baking and cooking (there is nothing more motivating than a freezing cold house to get you in the baking mood!), tons of reading and LOTS of sewing. Specifically, an entire quilts worth of quilt blocks (only a SLIGHT exaggeration), matching outfits for the kids/Halloween costumes, and my new favorite handmade baby gift, all projects that have kept my fingers nimble and my machine humming away. So at some point next week, hopefully, you will get some more recipes, a sneak peek on my nightstand and some glimpses into my projects of late.
All the stitching that ever gets done is during daily rest time and after the children are tucked into their beds at night. I think my machine has hummed its lullaby to the children quite reliably all week. Perhaps it is due to this that Corynn asked me if she could sew yesterday. I was surprised but pleased that she found interest in something I find interest in and right away let her choose a solid fabric and thread. Of course, pink was her color of choice.
This is as far as she got before she lost patience. I was doing other things at the time, though. I think perhaps, if she asks again, I will gather up a stitching project of my own and sit with her. I imagine her attention span would greatly lengthen if I were to do that. :-)
Now about that 'pesky' love story:
I say 'pesky' because the juicy, wonderfully good stuff has yet to come. Instead, I am just conjuring up those dark memories I have pushed far down into the recesses of my brain for so long; pivotal points in my life, but not necessarily ones I look on with particular fondness.
It seems that the telling of our tale is a bit longer than I had expected. I afraid of how long this is going to take. I will try and have it done by 10 parts. Being a Mama, I only have small increments of time to work with, and being who I am, I want to make sure I include every detail of importance. So bear with me, please.
As for you three, who seem as interested as I in my very own love story, I leave you this.
A going away gift as we head out for a short and sweet weekend trip.