November 06, 2015

A Needle Pulling Thread

Most evenings when I close my eyes, I see a swirl of ideas, colors and patterns. You know that feeling on Christmas Eve when you are a kid (or a grown up) and you just can't wait to get to sleep so you can get up in the morning and experience the magic? Well that's me most mornings. I know many of you morning haters will not understand that but I am at my best in the early hours anyway. 

For instance this morning, I was compelled to get out of bed at 5am and reorganize my embroidery basket. I enjoyed every moment of it! There is something about coming downstairs when the house is dark and still and walking into the studio which always greets me happily.

I did my first embroidery project when I was probably 8 years old. It was a pillow case that I still have. It's no less fun all these years later. The project above is from a book called Hoop La. I absolutely love this book. It is one of my top 10 favorite craft books right now. Maybe that should be a post for another day?

It seems I am always looking for an excuse to pick up needle and thread these days. One of my cats who shall remain nameless, managed to rip a hole in some of my favorite pajama pants. Well truthfully, I wore them like that for months, ok many months, but couldn't stand the idea of throwing them away, so this week I patched them and now I can't hardly stand to take them off! It's got me pulling other items out of my closet that aren't in perfect working order and looking at them in a whole new way.

There could never be enough time in the day for me to do all of the projects that I want to do and I probably have entirely too many hobbies for one person with the hope of learning several more. Of course it all has to be fit in between the demands of every day life. I have an insatiable appetite for creativity which often finds me collapsing on the sofa at the end of the day in a heap of satisfaction. Lest you think I am just running myself ragged over here, let me assure you that I'm finding plenty of time for rest too. Even Millie isn't beyond sneaking away for some colorful dreams.

November 01, 2015

The Day After

Halloween is Emma's favorite holiday and has been for as long as I can remember. When I was pregnant with her we had our ultrasound on Halloween day. Who knew it was a sign? She has decided that if she is going to continue to trick or treat as a high schooler, she is going to have to go all out every year. Mission accomplished.

She could not have done it without the help of Maddie, who has from the day Emma was born, considered herself Momma jr. The process of becoming green was a long one and her big sister did a masterful job.

Emma has been Wicked obsessed ever since seeing the musical and is usually performing the songs around the house. At top volume. As a matter of fact her idea of a good time is encouraging us to leave the house so she can sing as loudly as she wants.

Her sweet friend Brooke came trick or treating with us dressed as candy corn. Unfortunately but hilariously, everyone thought they coordinated their outfits and assumed Brooke was a munchkin! She is a great sport and played along.

In the Village even puppers get treats!

Our annual photo of the best natured dads in the Village. This was his 16th year in that dog suit. He even wore it when we lived in Miami. Trust me he prefers wearing it for an Indiana Halloween! It's so funny because in our old neighborhood, adults did NOT dress in costume. As a matter of fact, he got made fun of for it. My guy knew when we moved to the Village that he had found his people when almost every adult you see is in costume. We take our Halloween seriously here.

There is nothing better than walking through the crunching leaves as you trick or treat.

This morning we woke up to this beautiful scene out our back door. Now we welcome November and the month when we count our blessings. And our candy.