Where did last week go? For that matter, where did the month of January go? January use to be my least favorite month, but through the years I have grown fond of long winter days, making things in my shop, sleeping in late in a toasty warm bed, baking and cooking comfort foods, and feeding the birds. January and I have grown rather fond of each other.
but January sped by this year like every month seems to speed by nowadays. This was what happened at our house last week.
I gave our living room a fresh coat of paint. Through the years I have painted every room in our house at least three times or more. I love to paint although climbing up and down the ladder is a little harder than it use to be.
The room was a light sage green and now it’s a sort of pinkish brown. A few years ago I painted our bedroom and wanted a soft, darker pink. It turned out Pepto Bismo pink. We lived with it. While painting with this color, I got some on my arm and looked at it and thought, ‘Ah, calamine lotion.” So now I have a calamine lotion painted room, but I rather like it. It looks really well alongside the grayish diningroom. We shall live with it.
This painting looks really good on the wall.
The fireplace mantle stands out better. I am getting use to it.
We had the wolf moon. I almost missed it, but I got up earlier than usual last Sunday and saw it just before it set in the west.
I love full moons. They say people go a little crazy during them, but they have never bothered me.
I have almost knit to the heel of another sock. Now I will have to change to double pointed needles to knit the heel flap and then the dreaded heel turn. I will have to try this when no one is around, all phones must not ring, the light must be just right, I must be well rested and alert, the moon must be in the right phase and nothing, but nothing must disturb me or the stitches will fall off the needles like they did the last time and I tore out the whole sock. How did someone figure out how to knit the very first sock ever? How did they teach themselves to turn a heel? It boggles my mind that someone did it for the very first time without any instructions. I have instructions, and it still boggles my mind!
Finished piecing my chick quilt top. It turned out even cuter than I though it would.
I could make another one of these, it was so much fun. It will get quilted soon.
Today I finished piecing a basket quilt. This was another really fun one, but oh, so many little pieces.
I love every piece of fabric in this quilt.
Of course, I continue to feed the birds. They are a continuous source of joy for me. Every time I see a titmouse or chickadee I just have to smile.
Today I was keeping an eye on this cardinal in the crabapple tree. She sat there for the longest time watching the other birds at the feeder.
I kept trying to get a good picture.
This is the best I could do. The sun was shining on her making her feathers seem to glow.
Walking around the yard I noticed that bulbs were starting to sprout in the garden.
This little bush has stayed this color all winter.
I’ve been doing a little coloring in this book.
I have ordered a tin of seventy-two colored pencils to make my pictures more enhanced.
There is something rather relaxing about sitting down and coloring a picture. I loved coloring when I was a little girl. So glad that adult coloring books are in vogue right now. I love working with the colors and shading and trying to pretend I am an artist. I saw in Sam’s Club the other day there was a Donald Trump coloring book. We had our grandsons with us and one of them wanted one, but I said his mother would kill me if I bought him one! But I thought it was funny. He got a book, instead.
I’m beginning to write stories about my two younger grandsons called “The Adventures of Tristan and Foster.” I have several ideas for stories. They always want me to make up stories about them when they visit, so I thought I would try my hand at writing some for them.
We lost Abigail this week. David went out to make sure they were in the coop and she was laying out in the garden. No feathers around, no blood.
We had been getting these really long skinny eggs lately and I was thinking one of the hens must have something wrong with her egg canal. Since Abigail died, we haven’t got anymore of these eggs so I think she got bound up with an egg. So sad. That happens sometimes with chickens. They can look really healthy, but have an egg stuck inside them and it kills them.
Besides all of this there’s been church going, cookie baking, roll making, grandboys visiting, laundry doing, book reading, dog playing, chicken feeding, Bible study planning, David’s birthday celebrating, and much more. I haven’t been to the hair dresser for months. I need a cut and color, but I keep putting it off. I am getting so lazy in my old age. Just love staying at home and doing at home things. I feel blessed. Bye.