For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to make a Christmas tree skirt.
But, every year, I end up throwing a red table-cloth around the base of our tree
and thinking I’ll get around to it during the proverbial “next year.”
Since my machine and fabric are now so handy and oft used,
one afternoon a week or two ago, I decided to see if I couldn’t throw together a skirt
for this year!
In the same vein as many of my recent projects
that are “Magpie-put-together” with lots of collected fabrics
(like the kleenex box cover, the sewing machine cover and my jacket embellishment)
I wanted to use multiple fabric patterns to make this a little more interesting.
I drew a quick circle
and folded it in “paper snowflake cutting” style.
I began cutting fabric pieces knowing I wanted a little overlap at the back. So, I cut thirteen triangles.
Then I just started knitting those babies together with straight and zigzag stitches.
Oh my goodness! This took NO time … because I was intentional in trying to use a little speed (which is totally contrary to my nature). I added a little extra fabric – a collar, if you will – around the neck for extra durability. I made sure to overlap every join to give it some strength.
I added a few touches here and there to embellish.
Here she is in her full glory! She’s perfect for our eclectic home!
As our weekend nears, I encourage you to find something to do with your time that will invigorate and energize you. I’m finding the more I create, the more I WANT to create. I am enjoying it SO much. It gives me so much energy and brings me such joy. What does the same for you? I encourage you to figure that out … and carve out time to DO it. It’s NOT selfish, it’s self-care!
Have a wonderful weekend, friends!
The days are warm for December. We have seen mid 60’s for days. There is almost a caution in the air. Are these lengthy fall temps a treat because Jack Frost will bring us another agonizing winter like last year? There is no reason to dread what is to come. We must just enjoy the day. Relish the moment.
And so I do.
I’ve been working on projects. I realize that my want to do things perfectly leaves me not finishing projects at all. And LORD knows that I am so.crazy.slow. I never rush at anything. When I rush, I make messes. When I move too fast, I fumble.
So, I prefer slow and steady.
I don’t want things done, I want them done well … done right … and with excellence.
Well, ya know what? That kind of pressure has become a standard I have slowly laid aside.
Improvement is better than perfection
and a little speed helps me move on to new things more quickly.
So, there I am on the screened porch with saw, hammer, nails and wood …
cutting and putting together.
I am bracing a line of five or six pieces of wood with a single piece of wood on the back.
The wood on the back is pallet wood which is hard and dry.
The nails move into the wood begrudgingly.
And the last nail … refuses to sink.
And so, I grab another.
And it bends.
And another. and another. and another.
I am almost ready to go find a drill to try another source of penetration.
I realize, I am not paying attention well.
I am quite near a knot.
As I become frustrated, God reminds me,
I’ve already learned this lesson.
No wonder those nails can’t hold up to the argument of the rock hard wood.
A strong, fibrous, sappy knot is much more difficult to pierce
than the smooth, even grain of the rest of the tree’s wood.
And I look at my discarded nails
and think of God.
How often does He
try to hold things together for me
with just the right nail …
not too long, not too short ….
just the right size head,
just the right point …
and I’m so damned hard that
I won’t budge.
I won’t let Him in.
I fight. I squeeze tight. I firm up
and dig in
and REFUSE His carpentry.
He’s working on this wonderful project
bringing together hand-picked pieces …
and I’m refusing to allow Him to use the pieces to make something lovely.
And sometimes, when things are nearing beautiful ….
there’s a tough spot … and I walk out.
I abandon the scene.
It is always about relationships.
For we are here for community.
We aren’t here to buy a bigger house,
buy a bigger vehicle
get that promotion or raise
or purchase a better phone, television or toy of choice.
We are here … to grow closer to God and love others.
We are here to be a part of relationships.
Honestly, there are so many ways for this to end.
Eventually, God may bring a new nail to the scene and try again.
Or He may bring a new way to pierce my hard-core.
He may even choose to use a screw rather than a nail for better joining.
Or He may … just give up. He may just put the project down and leave me alone.
Because where is the beauty in force?
Oh, how I want to be used.
I want to be supple and easy to pierce.
I want to be available to be used in His projects.
I want to be used to create beautiful … whatever it looks like.
Unconventional. Scrappy. Eclectic. Awkward. Balanced. Messy.
No matter what …. just use me, Lord.
I pray … that I continue to allow Him in.
I pray that I not refuse His choice of elements in the design,
His choice in ways to join together the pieces
or His choice in the final artwork.
And really … I don’t think this life is as much about the final project
as it is about being the being available to be a part of the design.
Joy’s room was the first to be painted when we moved into our home around ten years ago. The pink and orange were bright and cheerful like her bubbly personality. I edged the ceiling with words that fit her well.
But, a few years ago, she began asking to paint her room. The teenager needed to leave behind the gingham and primary colors.
Finding the time to move or cover all of her furniture and clean her baseboards and walls before painting seemed daunting on top of all of “regular life.” This job would include painting a light blue ceiling (twice) and also painting the walls.
I told her she could wait until I had a full week to dedicate to it …
or I’d buy the paint and she could tackle it on her own.
I knew she is certainly meticulous enough to do the job well.
She chose to take the challenge of doing the job by herself.
I bought her the paint this summer and showed her what to do . Almost three days in, she admitted that this was taking a LOT longer than she had expected. But, she worked on it carefully and consistently.
The edges of the room are well-defined. She did a great job on trimming out the ceiling, windows and doors.
And the Sharknado, Slash and The Ramones posters are all back up on the wall. Honestly, they look much better up against the dark gray background. I love her no-frills, minimalistic decorating style. She has a closet that is sparsely full, by choice. She has a bookshelf with a turntable and a few guitars that sit out and are used often. Her bedside table is an antique wooden, child’s chair. I can’t seem to talk her into bringing her mattress and box springs up off the floor. Oh well! We choose the battles we fight, don’t we? This isn’t one I’m willing to wage a war over.
Walking past her open door makes me miss her during the day. As always, My homeschooling-Mama’s heart will yearn for my kids to be at home learning, living and growing. But, even in her absence, the sight of her room … decorated and painted in a way that pleases her …. brings me comfort and joy.New paint on old walls
makes me very happy today and every day.
What makes YOU happy this Marvelous Monday Morning?
I’ve seen Christmas cactus plants that are so full of blooms that they appear to have more blooms than greenery. I don’t know why, but my plant has never been like this.
For years, it didn’t bloom at all … and when I say years … I mean five or ten or more? I shared my disappointment with my mom and even begged for help here on the blog (back in 2008). And each year, I learn a little more about how to get my sweet little plant to bloom.
After asking for help, I actually had a few blooms in 2009. Here’s a photo I posted on Facebook that year. I was SO exciting to see blooms on my plant!!
I’m proud to say that she blooms more and more beautifully each year.
This plant was given to me by my mother. The pot must contain sprigs from several different cactus plants … because it blooms in several colors – a beautiful light pink, a yummy coral and even a few blooms that are white.
My first bloom usually appears around the week of Thanksgiving and continues to flower for several weeks into December.
These sweet blooms remind me of my grandmothers and my sweet mother. They remind me of home and childhood and being with family for Christmas.
Lately, I’ve found myself sitting in the chair in the bay window, basking in the sun and just soaking in the beauty of those delicate petals, pistils and stamens.
It’s a small thing and these fragile flower’s blooms are fleeting. But, I enjoy them so much.
My blooming Thanksgiving/Christmas cactus brings me such joy!
What makes YOU happy this marvelous Monday morning?
My grandmother, Odessa, was an excellent seamstress. She could sew clothing “from scratch.” She could alter clothing to fit any body. She could identify fabric by touch. And she knew her sewing machine and notions like many people know their kitchen tools … because she used them so often.
I have been sewing forever and ever. I still remember a halter top that I made for myself when I was in 5th or 6th grade. It was made from white material. I embroidered a red heart right in the middle with a simple straight stitch. And I ran a metal choker necklace through the casing at the neck and a ribbon through the casing around my ribcage. I still remember how proud I was that I had created a piece of clothing … by myself! Thinking back, my grandmother lived in another city and we visited every few months … but I don’t know that I ever showed her my halter top. If anyone would have encouraged me in my new sewing adventure, it would have been her.
Though my Mama was a seamstress and I began sewing early, I am not well-trained. What I know about sewing, I have learned by accident or through books. You won’t find me creating clothing with a pattern, notions and fabric. I more enjoy altering and embellishing existing garments or creating things for the home like pillows or curtains. I am all about zigzag and straight stitching.
About a year ago, I realized that I needed more straight pins. I choose the type that have the brightly colored-plastic balls on the end. I like to join my work together with pins and pull out the pins shortly before the fabric guides under the sewing needle. I find the round ball heads easier to grasp and remove as I am sewing.
But, when pressing my fabric before sewing, those pretty little round balls melt under the heat and pressure of my hot iron. I end up with flattened balls … that sometimes have a rough edge that will catch on certain fabrics. And … sometimes, the plastic heads actually embed themselves into the weave of the fabric.
So, I recently decided to buy a small pack of straight pins that have no ball on the head. They just have a tiny little metal head. What a difference!! I chose the thinner, longer dressmaker pins. They have a great thin shaft and a super nice point that moves through fabric so smoothly.
But … ya know what? They don’t look like much sitting there cold and shiny on my magnetic plate pin cushion.
As I was sewing the other day, I thought about how similar this is to life.
As that fabric slowly moved between the pressure foot and feed dog,
I began to think about how we will often choose what looks better
over choosing what IS better.
For example, I have a beautiful friend who is dating a man who has skin that does not match hers. In today’s world, biracial dating isn’t shocking …. to many. But, to some people, it is still taboo. It’s true; mixing cultures can be tricky. But, so can mixing families, languages, lifestyles, attitudes or even college loyalties. It depends on the couple as to how tricky the melding may be. They may l.o.o.k like they don’t fit to some people, but they may actually be an excellent team when paired together.
Sometimes we choose to live in a house or drive car that represents a monetary worth … that we can’t back. Living that life, brings a financial burden and an emotional struggle that will eventually implode upon itself. So, maintaining the l.o.o.k that the car or home offer may actually cause so much damage to us emotionally or financially that we find yourselves exhausted and drained.
Life is full of messy and change.
Every day brings new decisions about how we will live our life.
The question is: will we live according to our own values and desires …..
or will we let others’ likes and dislikes direct our decisions.
Will we choose what looks better … or what IS better
for ourselves and those in our lives?
It helps to be clear on exactly what you’re leaving behind.
Just before we dipped below freezing, I snipped the last hydrangea blooms from the bush in the front yard. That dear bush came from shoots that sprung up under the huge bush at my parent’s home on Lake Seminole.
And the bush at my parent’s home came from sprigs that they harvested from under my grandma Odessa’s plant. Every year, my hydrangea offers a few more blooms that it had the year before. And every year, it brings me more and more joy.
The other day, I pulled those crinkly blossoms down from their drying spot and worked them into a little vintage vase. The green in the vase brings out the green in those blooms. Green. The color of summer.
As the light filters through my bedroom window in the afternoon, it reminds me of summer and warmth and my sweet Mama, Odessa.
Last night, I found myself at Kroger… buying groceries to tip my fuel points on over by another hundred dollars so I can earn another .10 off my gas next month. I have a friend who really works the Kroger fuel points gift and I’m learning to do the same. Saving .40-.50 cents per gallon for up to 35 gallons sounds like a wonderful thing to me! I only have one vehicle so I pump my vehicle full and then fill my plastic gas tanks with the rest of the 35 gallons (the savings is only good for a single purchase). Benjamin Franklin was right. A penny saved is a penny earned.
As I’m making my way to the checkout, I passed a discounted floral buggy and saw there were cattails waiting to be taken home by my lucky soul. The sight of them almost made me swoon. So many emotions are attached to cattails …. the calmness of water, serenity found when camping beside a lake and a strong mooring and balance that I feel when I’m at my parent’s peaceful home by the water. “Please come with me,” I thought as I reached for a few bunches.
I was going to hang them upside down and let them dry out slowly in a dark corner, but decided I’d arrange a few so I could watch their autumn goodness turn. These partially green stems will soon drift to brown.
Left untouched, they will molt their downy stalk, but sprayed with hair spray and kept in low humidity, the flower will stay tight for ages.
So, I tucked a few into some florist foam stuffed down inside a vintage pitcher and sat it upon a cubby-hole sideboard that I created for my dining room.
Bringing remnants of autumn into the house makes me so happy. Days are fleeting. Time continues to pass. Every chance I find to bring the outdoors in, the more peace I feel inside my home.
Bringing the outdoors in …. extending the season of autumn …. soothing life’s bumpy edges with nature …. these are good and wonderful and beautiful things to me. They make me so happy.
What about you? What makes you happy this marvelous Monday morning?
I have had this denim jacket for several years. I’m pretty sure I picked it up at Goodwill … so … it probably cost me around $5.00. As much as I like the upholstery-styled edge, it seemed to lack pizzazz. The other day, I thought how nice it would be if I added a little more pattern to it (like my kleenex box cover, bird cage jacket and sewing machine cover). So, I pulled out my bits-and-pieces box of fabric and began cutting out squares and rectangles.
I layered these pieces of varying fabric patterns over the muted paisley pattern of the existing fabric and added some buttons and a few tiny doilies.
Along the shoulder line, I added a line of fabric, as well. I picked this fabric up at a yard sale and it has been SO MUCH FUN!
It unravels in a beautiful way. So, I ran a 1/4″ piece of upholstery fabric along the middle with a nice zig-zag stripe. This should keep it from unraveling completely, but allows it to fray deep.
I added a merpy little face at the back left just for fun. She looks quirky and fun. She’ll be at eye-level for small children. I’m sure they’ll probably notice her silly face … which makes me giggle. We all need to see silly faces a little more often!
And this may very well be my favorite square. I adore this little button. It’s rough and tumble with a little texture and a little curve. I just think it’s completely fun, nestled there in that fabric hole.
The cuffs are trimmed just like the base of the jacket … with lots of different fabric patterns. These fabric pieces are all edged to allow some fraying but not TOO much. I want them to age well and settle into a comfortable, tattered look.
I think it took me about two to three hours to choose, cut, place and sew this embellishment project. But, it was so much fun to create … the time just flew by.
Which of course, brings me to my hope for you. What makes time fly for you? What do you LOVE to do? What is that thing that makes your spirit soar and your face light up? What brings you great joy and satisfaction? I hope you’re able to find time to do THAT a little bit this weekend. And if you can, find a way to gift that for the holidays. Use your talent … your gift … to bless others! It will increase the value of your gift and the joy you will find in giving it.
Have a beautiful weekend, friends.