Showing posts from March, 2010

Invitation to a Sleep Over

Conversation I had earlier today with The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1:

Me: I'm just writing to [emailing] Uncle#3 and Uncle#4 asking them if they're coming home this weekend. I've told them that you're coming to stay over some time during the holiday.

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Why? Will that make them come home? [Sounding very sure of the power she has to influence said uncles.]

Me: Yes. [What I didn't say but meant was: Without a doubt. Well almost without a doubt (come on boys, don't make a liar out of me).]

When I spoke to The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 I hadn't heard yet whether or not my two sons who are at University were planning on coming home this Easter weekend. I had assumed they had plans to come home - had hoped they had - but I wasn't sure. So I needed a carrot and The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 was that carrot since I know how much they adore her.

Already I've heard from Son#4. He's looking forward to seeing his two n…

A Whole Weekend

To do what I want.

No one to cook for. No one to clean for (because I'd already done that Friday).

No one to ask me to stop what I'm doing.

No one to talk to. Or share a cuppa with.

Suddenly having a whole weekend to myself doesn't sound so fantastic after all. If the truth be known, the only thing that excites me about having the weekend to myself is being able to spend time doing things that I wouldn't normally have time for.

And I'm not talking about housework.

DH and Son#5 left just after 4.00 yesterday morning to go hunting. After two aborted hunting trips in as many weeks, DH is finally getting to pursue something he enjoys (and hopefully bring back some meat for the freezer - venison would be nice). I tried going back to sleep (I'd insisted they wake me so I could say goodbye) but it wasn't going to happen. So I got up and started my weekend early.

First on my list was a small quilt finished size 10cm x 10cm (that's 4" by 4"). It's paper p…

Beauty Goes Green

(Or into the garden and kitchen).

It might seem slightly ironic that only a few posts ago I stated that I don't do girly very well. While that is true, I do like to care for my skin and in recent years have become increasingly convinced that I need to limit my exposure - and my family's exposure - to chemicals. I've always been concerned about what we've been putting into our bodies but I naively believed that if something was sold as skin care then it would be safe to put on our skins. I was shocked to learn just what is in many skin care products (for example, how many know that mineral oil - sold as baby oil - is a byproduct of petroleum and that it prevents the skin from breathing?).

Since this blog is also about feminine beauty I've dedicated this post to safe and effective skin care. Yesterday I happened to stumble across this blog and she confirmed what I've known for a while now: oatmeal makes a great facial scrub. Here are her directions for using it, bu…

Sunny Afternoon

"Daddy's sick and tired," The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 informed me over the phone on Saturday. Daddy was indeed sick and tired. So tired that all he could do was sleep and yet he still felt tired. Definitely too tired to read stories to an energetic three-year-old who wants to talk about every picture and too tired to play with either of his precious girls.

In stepped Daddy's parents who took his two adorable precious little girls out and spent some time with them on a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon. Of course, Uncle#5 also came to the rescue otherwise I'm not sure DH or I would've had the energy to feed ducks and play on the swings and go for walks and throw stones and do all the things that little girls love to do.

What I Miss

It's been close to two months since Son#1 and his family moved out, over two months since Son#2 married and set up home with his new bride, and a month since Son#3 and Son#4 left home to go to university.

It's so quiet around here. And while there are times when I enjoy my peace and quiet there are lots of other things that I miss. Like:

Chatter. "Nana, I have something to tell you." "Yes darling?" "Ummm ..." First thing in the morning. Late at night. All day in between. It's not the same over the phone although I did enjoy listening to the Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 singing to me on the phone yesterday and telling me that she wanted a tractor (a real one) for Christmas. Yes, I definitely miss all the chatter.

Smiles. If someone's face has never lit up when you enter a room you don't know what you're missing. The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 is such a happy baby and would smile whenever I entered the room. I don't get that res…


I've been playing around with my blog (as you can see). I'm not sure if I like it. Blue is and has always been my favourite colour but I did like the last look very much. But all good things must come to an end ... or in other words, it seemed time for a change (which seems weird because I don't usually like change at all).

There's another reason for the change. I've decided to delete my writing blog. I just couldn't keep up with three blogs. Some weeks I have trouble keeping up with one. I'll still keep my quilting blog (and I do plan to get around to updating it in the near future) because hopefully there's some info there that might help someone one day but sadly my writing blog needed to go especially since there was little there that hadn't already been posted here. For my one follower, I've moved most of the posts over here but I have a sneaking suspicion that that particular blog won't be missed in blogland.

Honest Scrap Award

Emily from Benedictions awarded me the Honest Scrap Award well over a week ago. It's taken me a while to collect it because as she said it’s kind of an interesting one. Recipients of the Honest Scrap award must list ten things about themselves that few or no people know.

So let me get this straight. I'm not getting the award because my blog is honest and authentic. I'm getting it because someone out there wants me to be honest and authentic. Okay. I think I can do that. Maybe. (I feel as if I'm receiving an award for something I didn't do. Perhaps I shouldn't accept it after all?)

At the end of this post I'll link to the blogs that I’ve passed the award on to. Really, it should go to every blog I follow but I'll just choose three. Please check out their great blogs.

Here goes:

1. I have finished the Prayer Quilt as of about ten minutes ago (and no one knows because I'm the only one up). I've estimated that this quilt has taken me less than twenty-…


It seems that the Lord has been working in ways that I could never have dreamed or imagined. While in Australia I met a lovely lady who is feature writer for World Literature Suite101. It just so happens that her children attend the school where my friend teaches and when she heard about my book she asked to read it. After reading it she wrote a review (please check it out) and is now in the process of writing something up for her personal blog.

I will admit that I wasn't sure what to expect when I first saw the review. These things can be scary. You read them with trembling knees. I mean, this is someone who knows about literature. What if they hate it? Of course, they're going to hate it. They're going to see all the literary mistakes and wonder how on earth this person managed to get their MS published. Their remarks are going to be cutting ... critical ... and honestly, what more can I expect?

Well, that's what I thought. I expected the review to be honest - bruta…

Prayer Quilt

Usually it takes me months - even years - to make a quilt. I've done a few quick quilts (including one for The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 who happens to prefer the back of her quilt because it has hundreds of dogs marching across it and since the fabric was chosen with her in mind I'm not offended) but they are the exception rather than the norm.

So what madness made me start cutting out fabrics squares late last night and spend today sitting at the sewing machine despite a sore back?

A friend, that's what.

A friend who has just been diagnosed with MS and who has spent the time since Christmas in hospital.

A friend who can't do any of the simple things that we take for granted.

I decided on a quilt. A comfort quilt. Not an art quilt. Not a special occasion quilt. But an everyday-use-until-it-falls-to-bits-quilt. A quilt that could be used at home, in hospital, in a wheelchair, or wherever her heart desired.

So for nearly 24 hours I've been working on this quilt. The…

A Disappointment

For several weeks DH has been making plans to go hunting this weekend. We even cleaned out the freezer so that there would be room for all the venison and/or chevron that he was planning on bringing home (lol)! He and Son#1 knew of a spot about an hour's drive from here and they were looking forward to spending some time in the bush and hopefully getting some fresh meat.

However, yesterday morning DIL#1 rang up and said that Son#1 had been up all night ill. What a disappointment (for Son#1 and DH). However earlier in the week, DH had mentioned that one day he'd like to go hunting alone so I suggested that now was his chance. Plans continued to be made.

I arrived home just after 4.00 yesterday afternoon expecting DH to be all packed up and just waiting to give me a kiss before he left.

He wasn't home.

Instead, Son#5 informed me that while I was out "Dad" had rung and that he would ring me back later. I just assumed that he'd been held up at work but that the hunt …

Will the Righteous Pray?

I've just returned from the hospital where I visited a friend who has recently been diagnosed with MS. Since Christmas she has lost her speech, her sight, and her mobility. With the use of drugs her speech has already returned and hopefully she will soon regain the use of her legs. What she hasn't lost is her sense of humour and positive outlook on life. She always manages to lift my spirits and make me laugh when I visit.

During this visit I learnt of someone else I know who has only been given three months to live. I cannot imagine how she must be feeling having received news such as this.

Both of these women are my age or younger.

Both have children.

Both do not yet know the Lord.

It's sad.

It's scary.

It breaks my heart.

Please pray for these ladies.

And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. …

Dare to Love

Before I went to Australia I watched Fireproof, a story about a firefighter who wouldn't think of deserting his colleagues but who thinks nothing of moving away physically and emotionally from the woman he vowed to love forever. The movie is becoming well known in Christian circles and for good reason. It challenges the viewers about their attitudes toward marriage and to recommit to a deeper level of love.

My husband had already seen the movie and so I watched it alone. But he was puzzled to hear me laughing at intervals throughout the movie. He hadn't thought it was funny at all. But when Caleb gave his wife a weedy bunch of flowers and thought it was going to cut it with her ... well every woman knows that's not going to work. I just couldn't help but laugh at his puny attempts - in the beginning - to win his wife back.

Laughter aside, I was impressed with the movie and while in Australia picked up The Love Dare. If I thought this was going to be a piece of cake, I wa…

I'm Writing Again

After months of a full household, things have finally settled down and I'm writing again. What an incredible feeling! This is what I feel I was born to do.

However, despite the lack of pen to paper, over recent weeks I've had a number of writing-related experiences:

Radio Interview for Radio Rhema in Newcastle, Australia. This was pre-recorded which probably kept the nerves at a manageable level. What a shock to hear myself on radio and realise I sound just like my sister!

A Question and Answer Session with 15-16-year-old students at Belmont Christian College. Much to my surprise I actually enjoyed it (although I was shocked to realise how middle-aged I looked when standing next to these gorgeous young people). They asked such insightful questions which I'm hoping to get a copy of so that I can post the questions and my answers here.

Book signing at Koorong Christian Bookstore, Newcastle, NSW, Australia. It was great to meet so many wonderful people who have enjoyed my little …