A wee gift for a new mum in my faith community. I love this sweet Pebble Vest. I so appreciate people sharing such cute stuff for free. (I used scrummy Treliske Organic Merino.)I think new mums deserve a decent Fairtrade hot chocolate made from real cocoa, don't you? It's my drink of choice while I'm going coffee-free for Lent;-)
"Schoolhouses are made wrong. If they must be, they should be built in a woods pasture beside a stream, where you could wade, swim, and be comfortable in summer, and slide and skate in winter. The windows should be cut to the floor, and stand wide open, so the birds and butterflies could pass through. You ought to learn your geography by climbing a hill, walking through a valley, wading creeks, making islands in them, and promontories, capes, and peninsulas along the bank. You should do your arithmetic sitting under trees adding hickorynuts, subtracting walnuts, multiplying butternuts, and dividing hazelnuts. You could use apples for fractions, and tin cups for liquid measure. You could spell everything in sight and this would teach you the words that are really used in the world. Every single one of us could spell incompatibility, but I never heard father, or the judge, or even the Bishop, put it in a speech."Laddie: A True Blue Story by Gene Stratton-Porter. 1913
Truth be told? I'm not ready for the end of summer. I'm trying to "be in the moment" of these beautiful autumn days and ignore my dread of the coming winter.
A wee gift for a new mum in my faith community. I love this sweet Pebble Vest. I so appreciate people sharing such cute stuff for free. (I used scrummy Treliske Organic Merino.)
Then there was a knitted baby gnome...
Then a crocheted house for the baby gnome...
Then a Mother and Baby Gnome arrived on the scene...
Then a knitted Jultomtar/Birthday Gnome for a young man...
He, of course, needed a Teeny Tomte buddy...
...who fished on the birthday cake yesterday...
More needle-felting appears...
A friend heard of the current fad and dropped this off for Master Four...
And I keep finding things like this around the house...
And my very own, real-live four year old Tomten...
"Schoolhouses are made wrong. If they must be, they should be built in a woods pasture beside a stream, where you could wade, swim, and be comfortable in summer, and slide and skate in winter. The windows should be cut to the floor, and stand wide open, so the birds and butterflies could pass through. You ought to learn your geography by climbing a hill, walking through a valley, wading creeks, making islands in them, and promontories, capes, and peninsulas along the bank. You should do your arithmetic sitting under trees adding hickorynuts, subtracting walnuts, multiplying butternuts, and dividing hazelnuts. You could use apples for fractions, and tin cups for liquid measure. You could spell everything in sight and this would teach you the words that are really used in the world. Every single one of us could spell incompatibility, but I never heard father, or the judge, or even the Bishop, put it in a speech."
Truth be told? I'm not ready for the end of summer. I'm trying to "be in the moment" of these beautiful autumn days and ignore my dread of the coming winter.