"Oh the grass is green Everywhere but under me"

I haven't been feeling very chatty or very crafty lately. I have been working on stuff for some friends and am either waiting for official photos or am waiting to ship the gifts off before I can share. In fact this afternoon I have to put the finishing touches on a couple of things before I mail them tomorrow (I keep saying this so we'll see).

Tomorrow I also need to start another hedgehog. I swore I would give this pattern a break (the loop stitch it uses eventually turns me into whiny knitting girl because it's a bit slow and odd), but it's too cute and it's been requested by JB as a gift for someone. After that I'm back to trying to clear out my queue and backlog or WIPs (story of my life).

January was a bit of a book month which continued into this month. Currently I'm a quarter of the way through the Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes and half way through The Golden Compass. This had lead to a bit of a Sherlock kick and really hasn't helped my obsession with period fashion. I'm already planning out summer sewing projects that in no way involve my poor unsewed winter wardrobe or the two summer refashions I started last year.

I think the biggest thing is the rekindling of my farm!love. I can't stop thinking about spring and gardens, baby chicks and canning. I keep catching myself staring at the ceiling grinning like an idiot. It doesn't help I've recently picked my clarinet back up again. I've missed it so much, but all the practicing seems to be bringing out my dreamier side. Oops.

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Teaser Tuesday - April 14th

"My mother would never let the hearth die in her home," Margret said. She felt Agnes turn to look at her, but didn't meet her gaze. "She believed that as long as a light burned in the house, the Devil couldn't get in. Not even during the witching hour." Agnes was quiet. "What do you believe?" she asked eventually. Margret extended her hands towards the flames. "I think a fire is a useful thing to keep a body warm," she said. - Burial Rites by Hannah Kent Teaser Tuesday is hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading . For other contributions click here .

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday because Becca 's quote from Catcher in the Rye makes me wonder what my problem with that book is. Teaser Tuesday is hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading . Grab your current read. Let the book fall open to a random page. Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page. You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given! The various images bounced against each other until she felt a desperate vertigo, as if she could at any moment pitch backward and plunge head first down the well shaft and drown there, the sky far above her, her last vision but a bright circle set in the dark, no bigger than a full moon. (p. 49) -- Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier

Vancouver 2014: Camping!

Camping is one of those things that's hard to share via picture, moving or still. It's so much about the experience, the stars overhead, the springy soft ground underfoot, the wind on your face, that first pure hint of morning light, meals cooked by fire and ember. Sure there are the stories you tell, the ones around the campfire and down at the lake, and the ones you tell after, but it's not the same. Stories can conjure memories and emotions but they can't make the sun shine or moths fall from overhead lights. Okay, maybe the last one, moths are sneaky, but the rest, these personal moments and experiences, they're a lot harder to convey. I'll leave it at I had an absolutely amazing time, despite the lack of nonrock based floors and comfortable chairs, I would have turned right around and done it again. The lack of technology was restful and the presence of that much nature was restorative. We mostly relaxed but I did get to see some amazing sights and

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