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sweet pink shirt, a little boy, and spring




I was looking for a skinny pants pattern for Anne who wanted them to wear for her uniform for school, and I came across a new pattern company, Simple Life Pattern Company (and they are having a sale this week!).  I loved this cute shirt, so I bought that pattern too.  It was instantly a favorite.  I sewed this one up in an organic cotton jersey from Organic Cotton Plus.  I love pink, and I love this shade of pink (I made a little cardigan for myself from the same fabric).  But, this shirt is just perfect.  I made it long sleeve so that it could be worn in winter.  Evva loved the twirl of the peplum and the open back.  It will be in heavy rotation in her wardrobe, and that makes me happy.  Not all my sewing projects, despite the initial gladness the garment excites, make it into regular wardrobe rotation.  I will definitely be making more of these – and dresses too!

Of note this week – the crocuses (or croci) and snowdrops are blooming!!  My favorite sign of early spring.  The sign that gives me hope each year during the cold, gray days of winter.  And, bees were visiting these flowers!  Even though we don’t keep bees, I like that we have flowers for so many months of the year that help feed them.

And, Steven found a water gun from the summer and when I found out (at this moment) I had to explain that he could not shoot in the house – but it was awfully cute.  He also put on a set of glow bracelets from this weekend.  He was wearing a t-shirt I made for Hythe, but that now fits him.  Steven always liked that lightening bolt fabric and used to ask  (in his baby talk) to make one for him.  I never did get around to it, but when I pulled this out for Steven to wear the other day, he said “You made it for me!!”  Yes, baby, I did.  He was so happy.


glow sticks



it is on the way







One of my favorite times of the year is when the crocuses and snowdrops bloom at the Big House (our name for William’s great- and grandparents house).  I love seeing all the flowers bloom at the Big House, as they do in a procession through the spring, but the first to bloom are the snowdrops and crocuses.  The “rock garden” is covered by a sheen of light purple with white intermixed.  The surest sign, for me, that spring is coming, is imminent.  It is hard to describe, or capture with a camera, the magic of turning the corner of the boxwood hedge in late winter and walking into the sweet, ephemeral beauty of those flowers covering the garden yard with moss covered rocks and English ivy in the background.  We always make special trips to the Big House this time of year, just to visit the flowers – to revel in the sweetness of coming spring and admire the tenacity of those tiny flowers to withstand so much and still bloom.  Also, to admire the forethought and art of William’s great grandmother, Elizabeth, who planted those bulbs (and boxwoods) nearly 100 years ago.

We are also enjoying the few ephemerals that have been blooming at our house.  We get southern sun, while the Big House faces north, so our flowers bloom a few days to 2 weeks before theirs.  Of course, I am inspired by Elizabeth’s example, and have planted more bulbs each fall.  I have doubts, but I hope mine will grow to bring beauty to the world, and those who come after, for many years after I am gone.





a real snow day








We woke up to a real snow day today – not icy/sleet days like last week.  We spent the morning sledding and are back home for some play, crafting, and Harry Potter movie watching.  Off to a kids yoga class soon, too, as the roads are not bad and the temps are well above those of last week.

The cold and ice of last week brought with it a growing dissatisfaction with winter and and growing longing for spring (at least for me).  I watched my sweet little snowdrops  and the first lenten rose blooms keel over and touch the ground with their sweet blooms as the temperatures dropped last week.  I expected, and hoped, they would perk back up, but they haven’t yet.  The lenten roses look even more bedraggled and browned than before.

We did have enough ice on the local pond to skate and play hockey on Saturday.  I was so tired of the cold that I did not even want to get out, but I finally did and was glad I did.  It felt good to glide over the ice and was lots of fun to play and watch the game.

On our good thaw-out day, Sunday, I made it up to the Big House (the beautiful, old, rambling house of William’s great and grand parents and now of his aunt and uncle).  William’s great grandmother, Elizabeth, planted scores of snowdrops and English crocuses in what is called the rock garden in the late 19-teens.  There, I found the snowdrops just opening, unhurt by the recent weather – hardy, beautiful, standing in the remaining snow.  I took hope, as I always do, that spring is coming.  It also reminded me of one of Cicely Mary Barker flower fairy poems – the Song of the Snowdrop Fairy:

Deep sleeps the Winter,
Cold, wet, and gray;
Surely all the world is dead;
Spring is far away.
Wait! the world shall waken;
It is not dead, for lo,
The Fair Maids of February
Stand in the snow!