Saturday, January 24, 2015
We're a solid three months into the whole inevitable horse situation, and I'm happy to say that the thrill hasn't worn off. Hank, devoted as ever, continues to research proper training and handling techniques. The Rancher is learning to use her voice and be more assertive. For Christmas, she received a lunging rope and whip. Misty is spoiled and generally not in a mood to obey, but slowly the pair of them are learning to converse, just enough to where it feels like progress is being made.
Monday, December 1, 2014
They weren't kidding when they said that one good thing leads to another. Like the time I tried a new cookie recipe and before the batch was even gone, I was anxiously waiting with another new recipe in hand. Or the year my geraniums survived over the winter, and I was encouraged to purchase more. Or like my last knitting project that ever-so-slightly boosted my confidence, and now it seems I can't put my needles down. Well, I guess when you've got a good thing going, why question it?
Winter is my season for knitting and spinning and here's another little project using my favorite fiber in the whole world: wool.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Lace knitting is on my bucket list. More specifically a traditional Shetland Wedding Shawl is on my bucket list, and it may stay in the 'to do' column a few years longer. Reason being is that I just finished my first lace project. I'm wondering why I waited so long to do this? It was a great intro project that, mercifully, didn't require months on the needles. I learned a few new stitches and how to read a chart.
Friday, November 7, 2014
I knew it from the beginning. I did. I knew it by the steady stream of horse books coming home from the library. I knew it by looking around my daughter's bedroom. I knew it when I scanned the empty back pastures and the generous hay supply in the barn. I knew it as my husband's stoic resolve crumbled month by month. Heck, I even knew it while my son's eyes welled up into an allergic sneezing fit whenever he got within ten feet of a horse. This day was destined to arrive at the Homestead.
We have a horse. Her name is Misty.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
It's that time of year again. Time to clear off the dining room table, cover it in newspaper and schlup out some pumpkin guts. The tradition is pretty simple at our house. My husband wields the carving knife, following closely the Sharpie lines that the kids have drawn on the outside of the pumpkin. The kids schlup the guts into a large bowl, and I sort out the seeds. Heaven forbid we let those seeds go to waste.* Yes, this is the time of year for toasting pumpkin seeds in the oven - the only time of year. As soon as those jack-o-lanterns are lit and glowing from the then darkened dining room, the family is anticipating that salty, crunchy late night snack that is the reward only after your fingers have gone pruney from pumpkin slime.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Recently I purchased a pack of Waverly upholstery samples from the 1960s. The line was titled "New Hope" and came still stapled to the cardboard hanger. Each smaller swatch had a label on the back, and the larger piece was almost a half yard. Hmmm, a pencil skirt? A tote bag? Throw pillows?
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Earlier this month I had the occasion to dress in my finest witch's costume and head out for a little late night shopping. One of our local antique stores was hosting their annual Witches' Night Out, an evening for ladies to shop while nibbling on cheesecakes and pumpkin spice coffee. Special sales in the store and door prizes added to the fun. But let's be honest, dressing up only for the 31st? It's really not enough.