go with the pillow

This morning was very cold with some sleet & snow falling. I knew it would be a sewing day, but couldn't decide on what to start on. So many ideas are floating around up in my mind. Chatting with my friend, Raquel, she said "Go with the pillow". So I did. We've had this stuffing from a pillow that ripped out for a couple of weeks. Knowing it shouldn't just be thrown away, using it to make a new pillow seemed like the right thing to do. And this is how it turned out.

Looks pretty fall-like, but no doubt it's from the feel of this dreary day. Often, when making something, it's tough to choose what fabric to use. Over the years, I've accumulated quite a bit of it.
There's more stuffing which will turn into something looking more spring-like later on.. very soon I hope.

and then there were colors

weekly wrapup

It's been a busy week for me, filled with exciting & celebratory days. On Tuesday, Josey was born. A beautiful, healthy girl with cheeks you could just kiss on all day.
Thursday was St. Patrick's Day. We ventured to Southwind for a shephard's pie puff, Anglers pale ales, & of course, some music by the Thursday night jammers.

Friday was the warmest day we've had in 2011. So camping was in order. We headed back to Ken's Point. The night was still and the moon was practically full, giving us natural lighting.


Saturday evening, Terry & I went to Bethel beach to watch the super full moonrise. It was beautiful and the beach was the busiest I've seen it in many years.

ken's point

Saturday afternoon just before sunset, Terry & I met up with some friends to camp for the night. This place is only about 3 miles from our house near Bethel Beach. Jaimie coined it "Ken's Point" since Ken's family (Jaimie's sister's husband~ whew!) owns the land. What a spot for camping! Only a truck can make it down the lumpy road, so we carried most of our stuff in.

We got our tent set up before nightfall & enjoyed the view.


It's nice to have this spot so close to home. There are already plans to spend this coming weekend there again.

fat tuesday

Terry & I went to the White Dog Inn for their Fat Tuesday celebration. They did it up right, having an oyster & clam roast, a Louisiana style buffet, & music by the Lef Dovers.

As the sun went down, it got pretty cold on the patio but some of us stuck it out & kept warm by dancing. It was pretty amazing to have a band like the Lef Dovers here in our small county, playing our kind of jamband music.

The lights were pretty cool, too.

I'm sure we'll be having many more fun nights in the coming months out on White Dog's patio.

watching the weeping willow

The past three years I've enjoyed watching the weeping willow (my favorite tree) at Carys' bloom into action during the late winter. And yesterday, as we were outside, I noticed it's started to happen. This is just the beginning of the signs of renewal & growth & it made me extremely happy!


I love those tiny bits of green!

What signs of life have you seen lately?

550 square feet

Home.
Not including the screened in porch.
For 6 years.

There wasn't a big discussion about me moving in with Terry. We had been together over 4 years & most of my things started ending up at his place. Eventually, I ended up at here every night. And it's worked out, even in this small space.

Our home, which we call the Cottage (on the right) was built in the late 1800s. Back then, it served as the kitchen of the main house, which we call the Big House (on the left). Terry's family lives in the Big House.

I think most of my friends & family wonder how we do it. We MUST want a bigger place, right? Sure, I won't lie. There are times that more room would be wonderful. Both of us in the kitchen can even be crowded, but we do it.

Being able to entertain more than 4 people (inside) at one time would be grand. But as soon as the weather warms up, we have folks over for a fire, to grill out, or go for a kayak or canoe paddle. We rarely spend time indoors when it's nice out. Why would we want to?

Then there are those frustrating moments when I need to get away & be alone, it's cold or raining outside and the only space to go is the bathroom.
Of course, I feel that keeps Terry & I close, connected. Since there aren't rooms to go hide out in, we work through problems more quickly & talk them out. This helps our relationship evolve.

I've grown to appreciate living in small quarters. It's kept me from owning more than I need. And really even now, there are a few things in my home I haven't touched in years. Countless boxes of "stuff" my Mom has tried to get me to take home over the years have been turned down.

Since living here is cheaper, it's enabled us to travel more often, catch live music, keep debt down, & eat health & organic foods. And let's not forget.. less space means less time to clean. ;)