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

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real


I can count this as my 'pretty' this week, but certainly NOT my happy.  The free knitting class at my local library is great- and I seemed to be a natural the first few classes.  Those were the dishcloth days though.  We started using double pointed needles and ummmmm....it isn't going well.  I have had to rip this project out twice already.  But the yarn is pretty- so that is something.

These will be fingerless mittens (just in time for summer!).  That is, presuming I get my act together.  I will say, this third try SEEMS to be going better for me.  It looks semi-normal, anyway and I am not adding stitches every time I move needles, so that is a plus.  ;-)


Well, I told you about my monster dollhouse dilemma in an earlier {P,H,F,R} post so I thought I might as well share the after.  It is never good to leave the last impression with the BEFORE picture.

I moved the Spare Oom fabric shelves to free a space for the dollhouse and I moved the fabric shelves to where the dollhouse WAS, in the hallway.  A good old-fashioned switcheroo. 

Frankly, I don't know why I didn't just do this from the beginning.  The hallway looks more "decorated" now in a weird way and the dollhouse is so nice and bright and inviting!  Plus, my fabric will not get faded as quickly, not being so exposed to the sunshine.  And then there is the added benefit of not needing to shimmy through a four-inch space when trying to pass through the hallway when the dollhouse doors were flung open. 

Needless to say, I am very HAPPY for the change and HAPPY that it is DONE.  ;-)

Didn't you know?  Tongues definitely make you paint better.

There is a gas well pad just beyond our hill and as the gas pressure increases at the site, they have to burn off the excess with this huge flame thrower thingy in order to reduce pressure.  We have seen them up close before but being tucked back behind the woods makes it that much more eerie. It feels/looks/sounds very much like a forest fire coming to envelope the house.  In fact, the first night the littlest ones were SURE we were going to burn to death.

One of the not-so-lovely things about living on this hill.


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