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A Thoughtful Early Birthday Gift


I'm a lover of old books, poetry books, short story books, and illustrated books. My dear mother found these gems quite a while ago. They combine all of the above. And during my visit to my parents' house on Wednesday to give them their birthday presents (late) I got some of my birthday presents (early).

I haven't started reading them just yet. I think I shall make that a January activity as a break from writing (I'm over 70,000 words now) to give my mind a little distance from my story before I go back to the beginning and start the first round of revisions. I'll take time in the infancy of the year 2012 to read words printed on a page nearly 130 years ago. I'll make a pot of tea and sip from the kind of tea cup the original reader (a nun named Sister Mary according to inscriptions in two of the books) may have used as she sat in her room and indulged in a little Wordsworth. Or perhaps nuns, even in the Victorian age, did not use fancy cups. But I will.

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Eleven

It's been eleven years with this wonderful, smart, funny, handsome man.


And I'm happier than ever.

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This is the Polar Express

The boy asked Daddy for one present for Christmas this year. A model Polar Express train. And got it. And played with it. A lot.






I think he was a bit tuckered out by the time it was time to get ready for church.

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Cookery Bookery


Oh, our first couple celebrations of Christmas were lovely affairs, the first at home, just us, and the second at the in-laws' with lots of family. One item I was excited to receive was a 1969 edition of Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child and her two French cohorts. The movie Julie & Julia, which I love, as well as the yummy-looking creations I see on blogs and on Pinterest inspired me to get a bit more creative and skillful in the cooking department, so I'm excited (and a little intimidated) by the prospect of tackling some of the techniques and recipes in this book.


I also was happy to get a huge stock pot for making stock and for use in preparing jams and other items for canning. Now I will be able to make turkey stock in just one pot rather than using two dutch ovens (those are the shorter 12-inch pots, right?) and I won't be brought to the edge of a nervous episode while I wait for my jam to be at a rolling boil for a full minute as I watch the foam rise faster and faster and faster up the sides of the pot . Plus, I'm betting there will be far less spattered jam on the stove and walls to clean up. Oh, and making a ton of mashed potatoes will be easier, too.


In addition to these cookery items, I used a generous Amazon gift card to purchase small ramekins for baking eggs and personal-size desserts, two 6-quart dough buckets for my artisan bread dough, and a great omelette pan.


So I guess I'll really have to make sure I exercise daily with all the good food I'm hoping to create with these wonderful gifts.

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Nativity











In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest,
 and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

~Luke 2:1-20

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Draped in Gray


Seriously, this is the last thing I'm sewing in 2011. I had been wanting to make this 1948 reproduction pattern robe since I saw Anna's version of it on Pleasant View Schoolhouse. I loved the color she chose, especially. When it came to picking out fabric for my own project in 2010, there weren't a lot of options in my neck of the woods. Velvet was too expensive and was so heavy, so that was out. Plus Jo-Ann's only carries it in black, Christmasy red, or hunter green. No thanks.


So I went to the velour offerings. I found a beautiful green with a hint of blue. Two bolts, neither of which had enough fabric for the whole project and which had slightly different tones so they couldn't be combined. Drat. The other two colors I liked were a nice red and dove gray. I almost went with red, but then I didn't want it to seem too Christmasy. And anyway, I like gray and I think it looks good on me.


I bought the bolt, which was just enough for the nearly 5 yards of fabric required. And then it sat around for about a year. And in the spirit of starting to use up my stash I started with the piece that was taking up the most room.


Now, velour has a very definite nap and I was very careful to keep all the pieces going in the right direction. I cut out the pieces for the top first, then had to reposition the remaining fabric to cut out the pieces for the skirt and the belt. I opened up the large piece of fabric and folded it lengthwise so there was selvage at the top and the bottom. I started pinning skirt pieces then realized with sudden and utter clarity that if I did it that way I would end up with half the skirt pieces with the nap going down and half with the nap going up! Congratulating myself for catching this mistake in time, I turned the top piece of fabric so that all the nap was going in one direction.

Disaster averted.


Then I proceeded to pin and cut. And when I was cutting the last six or seven inches of the very last piece I realized with a gasp that I had still PINNED THE PIECES THE WRONG WAY!!!  ARGH!!!


I was not about to scrap this project and waste that much fabric, so I carried on, reasoning that most of the time if I was lounging about in this robe the nap would be pushed this way and that and it wouldn't be too noticeable. And at least each half looked okay as a unit. And the belt separated them. At worst, it would look like the skirt was slightly darker than the top.


Once everything was together, it looked fine. And fine is good enough. After all, I'm not going to wear a robe anywhere but my own house, and I highly doubt my husband or son would ever have noticed this little issue.


Now, I really had hoped that we would have snow at this point, both for Christmas and for photographing this robe. I had big plans to be standing in deep snow, the robe draped lavishly on the ground, a perfect black and white portrait. You know, like a fashion shoot vibe. But all we have is a dusting at the moment. So these shots will have to do. I thought that if I couldn't do a completely impractical shoot, I could show you what someone would really be doing in a robe. And the great thing about this one is that the hooks beneath the belt keep you from having to constantly re-wrap and re-tie the thing. Perfect for morning chores.


During the entire time I was changing the sheets this morning, I never had to make one adjustment to my robe. Score.

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Solstice

Today is the official beginning of winter. After our luxurious snow on November 30 and our subsequent joyful playing in it, it slowly melted away to nothing and was never replenished. Sigh. It's brown here. And gray. And not terribly jolly.

Where is our winter?

Hopefully it will not make up for lost time at the end of the season when all we really want is spring to come.

In the meantime, I take solace in the knowledge that from here on out the days will get longer. The sun will rise a little earlier each day and set a little later each night. It will slowly get easier to get out of bed in the morning because it will be light enough to tell my brain that it is morning. And I look forward with a positive outlook to the coming new year and my entrance into the age of 32 (seriously?).

2011 was a good year for me. It was not a good year for many of my friends. As we pass the darkest point of the year, I pray that they all experience a "lightening" of their lives. I pray for satisfaction in work, good health, stronger relationships, forgiveness, comfort in the midst of grief, new jobs, new direction, and that unfathomable sense of peace that only God can give them.

I pray for a straight path into a bright future.

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Calvin asks, "Have you been naughty or nice?"

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Goals Reached, Missed, and Planned

Funny thing about goals. You generally only reach them if you try, consistently, to do so. So how did I do with my five goals for 2011? In June, I had accomplished only one. By the end of the summer, I had accomplished two, leaving three goals left for autumn, none of which I thought about more than in passing. Here's the rundown:

1. Finish my bed quilt: DONE

2. Draft an original dress pattern: FAIL (because I never did #3)

3. Lose 25 pounds: FAIL (partially because I didn't keep up #4)

4. Do C25K: Partial fail. I did start exercising and I did build up the ability to run for 20 minutes straight without dying. But I never made it to 5K.

5. Create my kitchen garden: DONE

So, where does that leave me? I did not accomplish everything I had hoped to accomplish, but that's largely because I stopped trying. I managed the creative things that were not dependent on the more odious, non-creative things. And, truthfully, the time it took to finish that quilt and create the kitchen garden ate into a lot of time I could have spent exercising. But we each only have 24 hours in a day, and very few of those are reserved for personal projects.

On to 2012. I'm not done making goals just because I didn't accomplish some of them.  So here's what I hope to accomplish in 2012.

1. Lose 20 pounds. I'm really not so tied to the number on the scale as I am interested in getting inches off my waist, mostly so that I don't have to do as much pattern adjusting when I sew! Plus, I have to get my cholesterol down a bit. Good eating (which I've been doing lately) and exercise (which I've started) will be essential to reach this goal. I have to be consistent with both. I'm remembering how awesome I felt (and how I combated the winter blahs) last year when I was exercising regularly and I'd like that good feeling again this winter.

2. Finish my novel. I started a new story in July and now have nearly 60,000 words written. My goal is to finish the book by the end of winter, do revisions in spring, and start looking for an agent in the summer. I feel this is a very worthy goal that I can accomplish, again through consistency.

3. Sew from my stash only. I've already talked about this (twice, I realized) so I won't belabor the point. But this is, I think, the easiest goal to reach on my list.

4. Draft an original dress pattern. Yes, I still want to do this. But I will wait until I've accomplished goal #1 before I do it, because I don't want to have to re-do it later.

That's it. Four doable goals. What are you hoping to accomplish in 2012?

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Anatomy of a Watercolor Painting


A while back I had the bright idea of photographing the steps of a simple watercolor painting. I've just rediscovered the series and thought I'd share it with you. I also hope to share more of my paintings in this space over the next year, much like I shared some family heirlooms with you in 2011. So in case you ever wondered about watercolor, read on.

This is not a particularly stellar work of art. I usually paint from photographs, but I just made this up in my head back in November 2009 (though it's loosely based on a field I see on my drive back from Grand Rapids that is often full of beautiful black cows).


Choose your colors and paint samples to see how they look dry. Here all the washes are about the same (aka, the water to paint ratio is the same in all of them—to make colors lighter you add water, darker you add paint).


Here are the washes on my palette. I don't often make all my washes at once (because if you don't use them at once and some water evaporates, it will end up a darker wash, of course) but since I knew I'd be doing this painting very fast, I made everything up at the beginning.


First I wet down the whole paper (which is held to my board with masking tape) and lay in the color for the sky. Darker up top, lighter at the bottom. Often it is easier to do a sky with your board upside down so that the extra paint flows toward what will eventually be the top of the sky.


The field is next. Note that it's not all one flat color. A field has shadows and highlights depending on the plants, the lighting, and if there's a hollow, etc.


Then throw in the base of the treeline using wet-on-wet technique (dropping different colors/washes of paint onto wet paper). This gives it a soft effect. The tendency when first starting out to paint trees and foliage is to try to do individual plants, which never really works out on a landscape. You will find that you have better results if you paint as though you are looking through a foggy window or looking at something without your glasses. Look for the overall effect. Don't miss the forest for the trees, as it were.


Next I added a darker reddish color to represent staghorn sumac, which proliferates at the edge of woodlands and along highways. I started wet-on-wet, let dry, then added more paint on the dried paper, giving it some texture.


Add some more defined trees, including conifers which add a nice contrasting color (green and red are opposites on the color wheel, so green and orange set each other off nicely). Note that they don't all appear as whole trees going all the way to the ground. Some are left as just tips giving the impression of deciduous trees in front of them. Trees that are closer to the viewer are darker. Colors become more muted as they get further away.


To finish off this painting I added dark dried grasses and barbed wire fencing in the foreground and little black cows in varying positions in the middle ground, which is always my weak spot in painting landscapes. I find the background and foreground to be fairly easy and usually enjoyable. But that middle ground always challenges me.

Frankly, even after two years, I'm still not so sure about those cows.

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What Is Christmas?

Last week I tried to explain the concept of Santa Claus to a family of Burmese refugees who I tutor in English. The looks on their faces were priceless as I gave them the whole spiel, from the flying reindeer to the squeezing down the chimney to the naughty or nice list. It wasn’t immediately clear if they looked confused because they couldn’t understand the words I was uttering or if they couldn't conceive of why anyone would come up with such a story. But I’m leaning toward the second option.

These folks are Christians who have left their homeland due to persecution. They celebrate Christmas by having a joint worship service between various denominations in their village high up in the mountains. Every pastor from every church speaks. Every choir sings. Scripture is read. Long prayers are prayed. I know this because they had me watch a DVD that had video of the Christmas celebrations in their city of Lungler in 2010. Even though many parts were fast forwarded, it took a long time to get through.

After this extended worship service, everyone in the village of around 1,000 people sets up these enormously long tables made of logs and planks. They slaughter an enormous cow and an enormous pig, cook them up along with rice, and the whole town sits down to eat together. A small gift may be given. In the video I saw, everyone was getting a cigarette lighter from some American charity or corporation, I don’t know which (apparently everyone there smokes).

These folks really celebrate Jesus’ birth on Christmas. Nothing else. Nothing added, nothing taken away. It is as pure a celebration as you can imagine.

Okay, let’s come down off the high mountains of Myanmar back to America.

We have been asking our 3½-year-old son each time we go to the mall (which is more than you might think because of the kids’ play place there) if he wants to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what he wants for Christmas. Without fail he declines. We’ve already told him that Santa is just a story (oh, what terrible parents we must be!) and that his presents come from those who love him and are given in celebration of Jesus’ birth (he’s a pastor’s kid, remember). But we don’t want to keep him from enjoying all aspects of Christmas. We don’t think Santa is evil. Still, our boy is completely uninterested in Santa.

We’re not upset about this.

Why, you may ask, would you rob a child of the magic of Christmas by telling him Santa isn’t real? What kind of a heartless jerk would do such a thing?

Let me answer that with a question of my own. Which is more magical and amazing? That some random fat guy in a red suit comes down your chimney and leaves presents if you are good enough, or that the creator of the universe became human to save you because you can never be good enough? Does Christmas need some other story to beef it up? No, it doesn’t. The reason the holiday exists at all is so much more incredible than the trappings Western society has added to it. In addition, if we tell our son that Santa is real and then one day he finds out that Santa is not real (oh, you knew that, didn't you?) then what else will he question? Would he not also possibly conclude that all those stories we told him about Jesus weren't true either?

As I was attempting to explain Santa to my friends from Myanmar, I have to tell you, I felt like kind of an idiot. (Actually, it’s not the first time I’ve felt like an idiot while teaching them about American customs…Halloween comes to mind as well.) And every December I tell myself that I will consciously focus on Jesus on the day of Christmas. But then we are traveling and seeing family and opening piles of stuff we don’t need. And then the day is done.

The weeks leading up to Christmas are easier. During Advent I think about the true reason for the season. I read and hear Scriptures attesting to his coming and his nativity. I sing and listen to songs and hymns that proclaim his birth. I decorate my house with reminders of that momentous event. But the day of, if I’m honest, it can slip my mind.

What do you do to focus your celebration of Christmas on the Christ child? Or have you never really thought about Christmas as anything more than a time to give and receive gifts and eat a metric ton of cookies and candy? What does Christmas mean at your house? Is that what you want it to mean?

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Social Media and Writing

It's come to my attention (many times and in various ways) that writers and would-be writers must have an internet presence. Many of the authors I work with (I would say most) are on Facebook. Many are on Twitter. Most have their own websites. Some have blogs.

As someone who is herself closing in on the end of a novel that I hope to someday get published, I have finally caved in and started a Twitter account (which I plan to ignore for a while). The only reason I mention it is to point out the new button on the righthand side of your screen. If you want to connect via Twitter, click that button. When the time comes for me to look for a literary agent, a decent online network of folks who are aware I exist will probably be important.

So help a girl out. Or don't. Your call. :)

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100 Years of Style (and Dancing) in 100 Seconds

Most impressive.

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Sushi Style


I'm going out tonight with my friend Valerie for sushi and shopping. She wears hats. I want to fit in. Tres chic, non?

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The Year in Sewing . . . and What's Next


Okay, folks. I obviously have a problem. Well, perhaps more than one. First of all, as you can see from my year-end sewing collage, I have a certain prejudice against colors that aren't in the blue-green family.

Whoa.

I need to branch out. Truth be told, there are two skirts and one shirt that aren't pictured, that are not blue or green, and which I've yet to blog about because they are part of outfits that haven't been completed (largely because the missing items have lots of pieces and require some measurement adjustment I haven't quite gotten my mind around yet). But clearly I need to make a conscientious effort to sew non-blue, non-green items.

My second problem? My stash is completely out of control. I don't have an exact count, but I think I could probably sew one item every two weeks for a year and only have to buy notions to do it. So, I've decided that the only way to work through the stash is to forbid myself from buying any fabric in 2012. But what if it's a deal you just can't pass up? No. But what if it's the fabric of your dreams? No. But what if it was with a Jo-Ann's gift card and wasn't technically spending money? No.

I will take Jo-Ann gift cards as gifts, all you wonderful family members looking for Christmas and birthday ideas, but I will use them to buy notions to finish off my projects. The goal is to spend as close to zero dollars as possible on sewing for the entirety of 2012. So gift cards would be most welcome. I will also gladly accept free fabric should any decide to come my way. But I will not purchase any. No trip to the Fabric Gallery this January (Val, we'll have to find some other special place to go for my birthday). I will do my best to avoid the fabric section in Jo-Ann's by taking the long way around to the notions, which happen to be guarded on the fabric side by polar fleece (which I have absolutely no interest in).

I believe that if I can live up to this personal challenge I will not only clean up my sewing room, but I will save enough money by the end of the year that I might be able to treat myself with something special, like, say, a serger. Or some things I don't typically make, like shoes and unmentionables.

Thus, I hereby declare that in 2012 I will not spend one cent on fabric for sewing personal apparel. I will allow for possible purchases of fabric to make home projects (like my long-planned but never executed Roman shades for the dining room) or a smoking jacket for my husband or something as a gift. But none for clothes for myself. And I'm also going to try to get through the stash using existing patterns as well (along with some I borrow).

That's my goal for 2012. Has anyone tried something like this before? How did it work out?

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Dog and Boy and . . . Dog?


My parents have a Beagle named Ed whose exuberance had intimidated Calvin a little in times past, our dog being so calm. But they have become good friends this year.


Such good friends that they share toys.


And even a bed.


Well, Calvin just got in there for fun to pretend to be a dog. We didn't make him sleep in it.

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My Dear Cousins

Posting those pictures of Calvin and two of his cousins got me thinking about my own. I come from a small family. My sister and I are lucky enough to have just three marvelous cousins around our age with whom we share many fond memories. (In contrast, I think at last count my husband's first cousins numbered around thirty. Maybe more. Maybe double that.) I treasure these photos of us from their weddings.




Now one is in Detroit, one is in Nebraska, and one is in San Antonio. My sister is three and a half hours away in the Great White North. But I think of them all very often. No matter what has happened or will happen in our lives apart from each other, whether relationships succeed or fail, whether children come or not, whether jobs are satisfying or tiresome, whether one is sunbathing poolside while the others are shoveling snow, we will always have each other. And I'm so very thankful for my small family.

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