What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Angels in the Sun (and other nonsense)

A post of all the bits and ends tangling up in my mind today.

The morning sun came in through the window one morning this week and streamed a path into the kitchen, landing in only one spot-the angel food cake. It was pretty. And gold. And for a moment, I felt rich.


I went to Salvation Army today and picked up sheer curtains for the living room for $1.00 a piece. There were 8 of them, all matching~ enough for one for each window in the living room. My plan is to use the sheer curtains to "feminize" and soften the burlap curtains I will be making whenever I actually buy the roll of burlap.

I know, I know. Burlap for curtains may freak you out (it did Matt at first) and it may freak *ME* out when I actually see it in real life, but in my mind it all just 'works'. Today I am one step closer to living room curtains and at a very small fraction of the price.

O happy day!


Our washing machine died. Again. This time, though, there will be no resuscitation. It doesn't even try. And the mountain of clothes mocks my pain.


Matt is out of town for the week which means a couple of things-mainly, I am very UNPRODUCTIVE during the day and very PRODUCTIVE at night. The meals are very simple. Schooling is my priority-but not cleaning, so the house is kindof a mess.

I have tried to do a bit of 'fun stuff' at night to feel better about being alone.
All Alone.

I borrowed Season 1 of Downton Abbey (thanks to you who suggested it to me~ you know who you are!) and have been watching that each night. I also picked up a new little 'something' to occupy my time while I watch.


I haven't done embroidery in AGES and I forgot how fun it is. Especially when it involves being escorted by a Tomato. Too fun.


Every time I publish a post in blogger I get a glimpse of my 'followers'. I don't MEAN to, it just happens. Last week, that number went down by FOUR and I simultaneously wondered what I might have 'done wrong' and got angry with myself for even caring. It is pathetic, I know.

I really shouldn't care. I
REALLY shouldn't.

But why don't you like me anymore?!? (
whine, whine.)
Don't Answer That


Almost all of our (big) glasses have broken recently and I was *REALLY* thirsty. I usually use canning jars but they were WAY down in the BASEMENT.(rolls eyes) So I did this:

I was desperate, I tell you.
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