So Sweetly Unattainable

I was craving, pining, longing for some pretty flowers and other such visual gratifications, and as these springy things do not fall into one's lap, I searched, found, and drooled over these lovelies. Temptation courtesy of Martha Stewart, eQuilter, and Williams-Sonoma.

Just the thing a fairy god-mother might wield in her welldoing.

So yellow, mellow, lemony and devine. And I didn't even eat it.

Little dangling bells of enchantment.

Too good for chili and cornbread.

The bridge to dream-land.

Green! Fabric!

And a Lambykin!

A Question of Sanity

Picture this: you have just found the fabric of your dreams, and you are now standing in a line that seems doomed to inertia, waiting to have 2 yards cut. Only 2. That's all you want. By the time you find yourself at the desk, your mental stability is far from desirable, and thus, you cannot remember what you are holding, why you are holding it, or why the fabric cutting lady is looking at you most piteously. You ralley your wits, dutifully blurt out your intentions for this fabric (a skirt made out of that, you're kidding, right?) and tell the gal you want 2 yards. Or that's what you thought you wanted, maybe it was 3, no, I'll stick with 2. She then commences wrestling the calico off the bolt, while you watch in a stupor. After all her work, she gives you the total. What?? This stuff was on sale! How can it be that much? Next, you apologize, state your insufficiency of funds and utter lack of mathematical prowess, and trudge defeatedly back to your car.

Why do we do this? I asked myself this a couple days ago, and after a brief visit to eQuilter, I think I know why:

It's all starting to make sense.

Object Lesson

Enough said.

Always Blessed

Last week, I went to the optometrist for the first time in two years & learned something that I wasn't expecting. It turns out that my left eye has gotten a lot worse. Oh well. When I was alone in the exam room, a big, burly guy in blue coveralls came in the office and wanted an appointment. Dr. Horner politely told him that he would have to wait, because right now, there was "a little girl getting dilated." (you stay out of here, you scary man, you!!) I had good laugh over that one. After she had taken a look at the insurance papers, she said she had something for me. I looked inside the bag, and I found that she had given me six bottles of contact solution. How kind!

(another) New Location

Don't worry, I'm not moving, just letting you all know that I am starting a separate page for my beliefs. I simply cannot figure out the way to make an attached page on this blog, so if you want to have a look, go to my blogroll and click "What MennoGirl Believes." I don't have much of anything there yet, but if you follow it, you can recieve updates when I add things to it.

NZ Babies

My grandma sent me this cute video the other day.

Going on a Bike Reich

Those of you who followed my former blog know that ever since I sold my horse, I have been looking for a good bicycle.
First, I looked at the $400 ones, but I don't commute or anything, so it wasn't worth spending that much.
Then, I looked at one that was $225, but it was too small. (honest) Next, I set my cap for one that was $170 and bright pink. I was really wondering about that shade of pink.
Today, I got my bike for $15. We were at the thrift store, and mom said to check out the bikes, so I did. I am now a believer in love at first sight. She (it's a she) is old, greenish (my favorite color!) with fenders, Shimano gears, a stuff rack, a headlight, and a bell. On closer inspection, I found that everything was printed in Deutsch, with a little label that stated the bike's origin: W. Germany.
Yes, I am a German Girl Scout, (inside joke) may I interest you in some cookies? (and could I have a swig of Kombucha?)

Thank God for Color

It's a funny thing, the human mind. Going into fall, my favorite colors were those of a glowing fire, a soft gray blanket, a glistening-with-sap pinecone, and the imposing green of the trees, along with all the other cosy hues that come to us in winter.
Now, with the stark realization of white, white, white, I find myself gazing at juicy fabric bolts for way longer than is healthy, pining for a hot-house full of avocados, and generally frustrating myself over the memories of green grass and a beckoning hammock. In this tasteless, colorless "Ansel Adams" scenery, I am really starting to appreciate God's delicious gift of colors. Colors that pop in our eyes, colors sooth us at the end of the day, colors that make us think of sun, grassy fields, soft dirt, and bright flowers. Winter is our yearly grayscale, and then comes our feast of vibrancy!

Feeling Springy

I am feeling (warning: subjective sentiments ahead) rather fond of pink and green. Let me rephrase that: everything is looking disturbingly monochromatic outside. The very thought of Springtime is making me feel a little color-starved. So, I decided it was time to tear off all my bedclothes and semi-sort-of-half-way redecorate my room. If it can't be cheery, warm, flowery Spring outside, then maybe I can bring it inside. Hmmm....