Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Yarn Along..Way To Long







I have not done a yarn along in a LONG time.  I have been knitting,  but nothing that worthy of showing.  Indeed my picture taking has been spotty at best, which makes showing finished products all the more fun.

This little coat may look familiar...Ginny knit this coat with these buttons...I LOVED it.  I needed a project to start on and I needed to not spend a lot of time thinking it through.  All of her work proved to be just what I needed to knock out a quick project.

Please do not look too closely.  The hood is a bit of a mess.  I am not good at seaming and for whatever reason it does not bother me.  And picking up the same amount of stitches on each side of the hood proved to be a bit of a challenge for me resulting in mismatched lengths...but once again it does not bother me.  I really loved knitting this and it took me about 8 days to finish.  I have to say that I HATE the REALLY hate the yarn.  It was pilling as I was knitting.  Cascade bulky superwash....NEVER AGAIN!!

I do have a sweet little knitting shop in town that I desperately ran into one Friday afternoon and I just grabbed the first thing that looked like I would like ...and I DON'T like.  Is is just me??  This stuff was a fuzzy mess.  The coat looks cute..but old already.

I bought the exact buttons Ginny got and I plan to use them in another project too.  They are so great it kinda makes up for the AWFUL yarn !!!

But..the boy in the sweet, heavy, kinda crazy, very physical, loud crying, wonderful baby boy looks so cute that I can overlook the pills and still find the coat charming.

I would like a do-over and I may order some Quince and get it done right!!!

Thanks Ginny for getting this project done just in time for me needing to knit something....loved it!!! And I must admit to using your inspiration once again as I am now knitting Molly this sweater that you posted.  I am actually using the same yarn and everything.  I just loved it and needed another project to start...quickly!!


I am reading a fantastic book that was recommended to me by a sweet mom at my church here in Alaska.  They are from Colorado but spend summers here running a Charter Fishing business.
Love and GOOD!!  SO GOOD!! Two women who write letters to each other about their faith and life being lived as faithful catholic women.  I love being part of their spiritual friendship.  They are excellent writers and their struggles and thoughts are very much things I think and struggle with.

Join Ginny and others for some great knitting and reading inspiration

Monday, July 22, 2013

List of 8









Emily:  11. Huge help. Great sister

Molly:  1 day away from being 10.  Huge help. Great sister.

Jack:  7.  Huge help.  Great brother.

Lucy 6:  Would like to help..but not a huge one yet,  The fun sister.

Priscilla:  NOT HELPFUL AT ALL!!!  The sister who needs a lot of help.

Drew:  18 months.  Says 3 words and gets all his hearts desires from above mentioned HUGE helps..

Me:  37.  I don't want to say huge to describe anything about myself...but I think I may be helpful if someone was pressed to describe me.  I am a below average sister to my brother.  And I want to make another brother or sister for the above mentioned helpers.

Pete: 38...AMAZINGLY helpful.  Great dad and looks really cute in a flight suit.  Has a cool job and does it well.  Not SUPER convinced on the making another sister or brother .

Just an update...

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

There Is This Place











When I first got here my greatest friend Jane was still here.  They had about 2 weeks left to go which meant they were really busy with getting ready to move on.  I was getting busy with moving in.  Nonetheless we got to meet several times to walk. During her time here she walked her dog EVERYDAY at 2:00 on The Cross Trail.  A trail that crosses lots of the island.  We would talk and walk, and for me I got to just absorb my good friend.

Since she left I have been going to the Cross Trail alone whenever I can to take a walk.  For whatever reason I feel happy walking along that trail.

Because of that little situation called...your cycle...I have been a bit melancholy the last few days...which may explain some of my dramatic posts lately.  But yesterday the sun was bright, the air was cool and the day was so perfect.  All day I could not wait until I could get out there and walk.

Over the weekend Pete and I had a really annoying situation occur and it left us both feeling a  I can't even put my finger on why this event got to us this way..but it did. And yesterday I just walked and prayed and REALLY tried to think about it.  Then this thought popped into my head..and stayed there...

I actually stopped to type it into my phone because I did not want to forget it.  I felt like this was what God was wanting me to think...not the nonsense I was thinking....

"Can't be sad if your to busy being grateful"

And how true that is.  I could just stop allowing myself to dwell on the pesky event and replace those thoughts with being grateful...

And believe it or not I was even able to start seeing the pesky event as something to be grateful for.  I began to be grateful for the fact that Pete and I really talked over the last few days and shared some thoughts that we may have just let stay quiet...

I then had a really long list going about what I was grateful for...

 I won't bore you with the details...but I got so into it I was thinking grateful thoughts about a ruffle pillow I once bought at Target that I love and almost walked away from...suddenly in the woods I was struck with such happiness over this pillow..then laughing I realized I was feeling a lot better about pesky sad situation .... I was pretty happy to be done with the walk since  I passed a HUGE pile of bear poop that looked pretty fresh in a heavily berry dense part of the trail.

p.s.  I made the dress for Priscilla from this pattern and the fabric is from Moda and the kisses are from Priscilla

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

These Words








On our way to Sitka we had the blessing of passing through South Bend Indiana on Saturday night.  The highlight of my entire trip was celebrating mass at Notre Dame.

I could not believe the feeling I had walking around that beautiful campus and sitting in that beautiful church.And I actually got to sit through the entire mass....

  I do not get to sit through many masses these days because Drew is 18 months and so far is not a HUGE fan of sitting though mass.  I like to take the kids during this training time.  I always feel better leaving Pete in the pew with the other kids.  Seeing daddy on his knees is such a powerful image and I want them to soak that in as much as they can...they always see mama on her knees...not that exciting of a usually means I am calming down from something they have done...

Anyway Pete told me he really wanted me to get to sit in the church the whole time and he would take care of Drew.  I was so excited I said...yes please.  There was a moment of worry before the priest walked in...what if he was not what I was hoping for.  At the moment before mass began I was just beaming with joy and hope.  I wanted to priest to match that feeling...but suddenly I worried..what if he didn't....

I need not have worried.  He was the most fitting priest for that most amazing of churches and moments for me.  He said so many amazing things that touched me ..but the part I remember best was the writing from J.R.R Tolkien .  He read some of his writing and it was the exact thing I needed to hear and I have thought about it everyday day since hearing it.

Tonight Pete has duty so I spent some time trying to find the words that the priest read....

"Seven times a week is more nourishing than seven times at intervals.
Also I can recommend this as an exercise (alas! only too easy to find opportunity for): make your Communion in circumstances that affront your taste. Choose a snuffling or gabbling priest or a proud and vulgar friar; and a church full of the usual bourgeois crowd, ill-behaved children—from those who yell to those products of Catholic schools who the moment the tabernacle is opened sit back and yawn—open-necked and dirty youths, women in trousers and often with hair both unkempt and uncovered. Go to Communion with them (and pray for them).
"It will be just the same (or better than that) as a mass said beautifully by a visibly holy man, and shared by a few devout and decorous people.

J.R.R Tolkien

And now I have it here to read over and over again.

Monday, July 15, 2013

That New Place














My good friend called me recently kinda needing to vent.  Her husband is a Coastie and they left Virginia the same time we did. We lived in the same town and went to the same church.  We had the same friends.  We both have 6 kids.  Her son is my Godson.  Prior to living in VA together we both lived in Mobile.  Both of these places we have had the privilege of living in are vibrant Catholic communities.  We were blessed with AMAZING priests, solid inspirational Catholic families and wonderful parishes.

I knew the blessing I had. I knew I was living in a little Catholic bubble all those years.  I was surrounded by other famiies that looked very much like my own.  We had the same goals, lifestyles, family size and most  This was the same for my friend.

That bubble has popped for both of us.  I live in a fabulous community that has a large protestant community filled with wonderful families who love the Lord. But it is so different than what I have grown used to.

It takes some getting used to.  I was able to go to mass as much as I wanted....adoration 24 hours a with other Catholic moms who encouraged me and inspired me on a daily basis.  It has been that way for 6 years...but here the Catholic community is ...less obvious to me at this moment.

Anyway, when my friend called I TOTALLY got how she was feeling...kinda in desolation.  She is feeling the loss, and so am I.

What to do??  I don't have the support I have come to ...need.. I was able to encourage my friend that God has placed us where we are because this is part of our salvation story.  He gave us what we needed to become who we are up until this moment.  He will continue to do that.  It just looks different for both of us right now...VERY DIFFERENT.

Instead of relying on others to inspire, encourage and support me I need to focus on being faithful and committed to God without those things.  I need to read the daily readings, live and celebrate the Saints, get to confession (now that the lines are not HOURS long like my last parish).  Keep my heart and mind focused on God, in a way that I did not need to before because my Catholic faith was around me in the people I saw and spent time with.

I'm not sure if I helped my friend.  Sometimes even being reminded that we are where we are because it is God's will can be annoying.  I miss the same things she does.  I will continue to replay past moments with my amazing Catholic friends because they are part of my faith journey.

My next hope and question is who does God have for me here?  He has always put amazing people in my life and I know He will do that here too.  Is it my turn to have a younger friend who is just at the beginning of her faith journey, just starting her family?  When I was here last time I was blessed by 2 women who showed me the beauty of our faith. Can I now be in that place??

Friday, July 12, 2013

First Job




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I knew living here would provide my kids with a unique way of life. There are so many things that are just different here.  Another mom and I were saying it's like the way of life in the 1950's.  You work minutes from your home.  There are only a few businesses in the area and people mostly eat at home.  Kids are able to ride their bikes all over town and have freedom that is unthinkable in most places.

Biking into town through a beautiful forest is the way Emily and a friend get to "work" 2 times a the Aquarium....Emily's first job!!

She bikes from home on Monday's and Wednesday's  about 9:30, getting into work about 9:45.  She gives tours, lifts sea creatures from the touch tanks and many more jobs that we just LOVE to hear about....

She has to siphon sea cucumber poop from the touch tanks(my favorite description so far)...get purple crabs for the star fish to eat,  feed the octopus...I can't imagine a cooler first job.  They work until 12 and then bike home...except if it is REALLY rainy, or we are going to mass..I will pick her up.

We live in a town that has many tourists visiting so cruise ship days are the  most fun to be at the Aquarium because there is a lot of action.

After her shift yesterday (she picked up an extra hour because she wanted to be working when we came to visit), we went to the beach.  She was able to show us all sorts of stuff on the beach that we did not know.  I was so proud of her.  I said..."Em. you have already learned so much from being here."  She says, "I just listen to what other people say and remember it.  Nobody has really taught me."

That is right.  We learn mostly from seeing and doing.  She sees me.  She learns from me...without me teaching her....she "just listens to what other people say and remember it..."

Am I saying the right things...what about school..are they saying the right things?

Her first job is teaching her so much...and being her mom is like my first job...and she is teaching me so much!!