If my blog posts look special ed, it’s because wordpress keeps crapping out on me today. I appologize, and I’ll fix it as soon as I am able.
POST TRY NUMBER TWO…. WordPress, what’s your deal today? Anyway…
Neo cuddling and wishing the camera would go away
My sewing machine! My cousin and I picked it up yesterday, and thank you Maya for not only finding this for me, but meeting us there!
Dinner! Cheeseburger Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes, and Peas (yeah, the peas may have been victims of freezerburn.)
So I’m pleased to announce that my Studio J layouts are posted on our team’s website. If you are a Studio J fan, you can have them feature your work too! Instructions are at the top of the blog when you get there!
Today is a day of observations. (I spent most of my day photographing Take Your Child To Work Day at Asahi) I have a feeling that this will not be the last in my “Musings” series, so I’m calling it Volume 1.
We had 40+ children come to work with their parents, all over the age of 8. The kids made up marketing plans, picked a mystery basket that had certain ingredients in it, and were told that they had to make their ice cream sound the best. The kids came up with some great schemes. They were all little sellers. All profits went to our local charity we support, the Family Impact Center. They made about $100 at $1 a bowl of ice cream.
They were quiet and respectful of the rules we imposed upon them, kept themselves busy during lunch down time, and hawked their little hearts out when people came out from the plant to buy ice cream. We had visitors from Japan at the office, and our President gave them each a ticket to get ice cream. They seemed delighted and a little overwhelmed by the scene before them. (Imagine groups of 7 children in bright yellow shirts, holding up signs and yelling about how much better their toppings are) It was quite a spectacle. I promise to post pictures just as soon as I can get them off of my camera. (Tonight is quilting at a friend’s church, but I’ll try! If all else fails, I’m home tomorrow so I’ll try to get some sewing and blogging done.)
You know, it’s funny- when you buy a domain? People start seeing your blog. It’s been substantial for me. I don’t have a whole lot of followers, but people are consistently visiting my blog every day, and that is a helluva lot better than my free blogger account that I was lucky to get one view per month. Granted, I’m writing more, and trying to do a better job of it, but that’s because I’m paying real US currency to have this blog. Thank you for dropping by. =)
I’m working on being blonde. Wal-mart had John Freida hair foam for $11 and then there was a coupon for free shampoo or conditioner, so I got a no frizz conditioner and blonde hair foam for around $13 with tax. It was fantastic.
My friend Maya found me a machine match made in heaven. A friend of hers is looking to sell their $2000 sewing machine for a fraction of the cost, and baby, I’m cashing in! I am so excited! I am hoping to have new machine in hand by Sunday. Of course, I will take pictures. I’m using my poor Singer Simple today, it may be one of the last times I ever use it.
A few photos…
This is one of the happy little birds that I bought on my adventures Friday. You can’t see it really well, but there are large chunks of transluscent glitter all over him.
Cut pieces waiting to become pot holders
Sewing some of the Dresden Plate tops
Some of the pieces already sewn together
Interrupt verb (used with object)
1.to cause or make a break in the continuity or uniformity of (a course, process, condition, etc.).
2.to break off or cause to cease, as in the middle of something
3.to stop (a person) in the midst of doing or saying something
Pastor Mark (head pastor at Fowlerville United Brethren Church) has been laying it thick on my heart (I don’t think it’s intentional, God’s been laying it thick on his heart). We talked the other day about interruption. How we should be more grateful when God interrupts our plans, because he wants to fix them, and bless us more than we can fathom.
How can he lead us down the right path, when we won’t even take a breath long enough for him to get in a word edgewise? If you have your fingers in your ears and your charging down the path you’ve chosen, how would you know if God wanted to interrupt you right before you fell into a hole?
He’s a gentleman, if you want to charge forward and fall in that hole, that is your free will to do so. He will politely tap you on the shoulder and suggest the opposite direction, but he will never force you away from the hole. YOU have to decide to follow Him away from the hole. Do you trust what you’ve decided, or do you trust that God wants to take you somewhere better? By the way, you won’t know it’s a hole, because the opposition has put a shiney mirrage over that hole to make you think it’s something awesome like a new bike or a promotion or a super model. You can say what you want, but the opposition exists, and he has a complex.
We’re doing a series in church called Jonah: Man on the Run. I highly suggest either dropping by to see us, or going to the website and listening to the sermons. (The link is above to listen in)
How does Jonah tie in to interruption? Well, Jonah was wandering along, doing his thing, when God asked him to go preach to a group of people he was pretty upset with. Jonah said nuh uh, and got on the first boat as far away from Nineveh (where he was supposed to preach) that he could. In fact, according to Biblical standards, he ran to the other side of the earth (which in that time, would have been Spain, the end of the trading route). Well, you know, God was pretty upset that Jonah was upset and being disobedient. A storm tossed the boat around like a toy in a tub, and finally Jonah realized he was the reason these people in the boat were suffering. He had them throw him overboard, and a fish swallowed him. After his time out and deciding God’s interruption wasn’t so bad, he went on to do what he was asked. He went on to Nineveh, and the stories of his journey proceeded him there. The king declared a state of emergency, and they all cried out to the Lord.
Poor Jonah just didn’t know what he was in for when he said nuh uh to preaching in Nineveh. I try to keep this in mind when the Lord asks things of me. Just do it, and then he won’t have to do it himself and get you out of the situation you walked into.
You know, this made me think hard about my job. Sometimes I get a little bored, and I think of all the things I want to be doing, but I really like it. My co-workers are great, the work isn’t hard but can be challenging, and I work for a great company.
I just pray that the rest of you are as happy as I am with my job, if not happier. =)
It’s Tutorial Tuesday! This was a tutorial I was going to do a while ago, but blogger and I had some serious issues, so now I’m going to try it again.
I’ve made my own woodgrain paper for scrapbooking, and you can too!
Pick a textured cardstock in either tan or a blonde wood shade
I used Tim Holtz Distress Ink in Vintage Photo. I alternated between using the edge of the ink pad, and a spounge dauber. It helped that I was sitting at a wood table for inspiration… LOL
Afterwards, I used my fingernail to make indentations to give it extra texture. Here is my finished product:
Here is the beginning of my Dresden Plate quilt, I’ve cut reds, pinks, and will be cutting browns. I’m trying to decide if I want a cream or peach to be the background.
One thing people feel they have free rein to constantly comment on, is what language I speak in my home and to my partner. The most common refrain is, 'You are in Germany, you should speak German to each other' and other variations on the theme. Frankly, I tend to feel telling me what language to speak to my partner is like me telling you how often you should be having sex with yours.