My Friday Finds . . .

 

 

A few of the things  I find each week that pique my interest, bring me joy, inspire me to learn, create, do, become . . . maybe they will do the same for you!    

 

 

 

Tilda's World.  I love these pretty little fabric birds.  Then again, I love anything Tilda.

  

 Sew Modern Bags. Honeycomb Basket. 

 

 

 

 

Prim Penny Make Dos.  All her stuff is gorgeous.  I am in love with this cat.  

 

 

 

Ravelry.  Sampler Snowman Boot Cuffs.  For next winter?  

 

 

 

 

Lullaby Melodia.  Crab stitch tutorial.  

 

 

 

 

Start knitting. A variety of knitted capelettes.  Nice!  

 

 

 

 

Fairy Tale in a Room Box. No source.  Just inspiration.  So cute! 

 

 

  

 

I love the work of Chloe Remiat.  It is so whimsical.

 

 

Kim Welling.  Comfort Boxes.  

 

 

 

 

 Moline on Flickr.  Tea Cups and Roses. 

 

 

 

I love the vivid colours in this.  It says unavailable, but I wish I could find a pattern for it, or maybe even just use this colour template to do another kind of blanket. 

 

 

  

 

Tea Stove by Herend.  It's only 372 euros.  lol  In my dreams maybe.  So lovely however.

 

I adore Greengate anything, and I really lovde this combination.  I have two of the small plates in the grey and white polka dots. 

 

 

  

 

I also love Pip Studio, although I don't have any of it.  I used to have some of the bedding, but when we went to twin beds I gave the full sets away. 

 

 

 

 

Seasons and Suppers.  Lemon Meltaways. Yum!  

 

 

 

 

How cute are these?  I couldn't find the source.  

 

 

  

 

Cinderberry Stitches.  (This might be the source)  Matchbox Mermaids.  

 

 

  

 

Kate's Creative Space.  Kiss in a box.  Cute idea! 

 

 

The Kitchn.  DIY Muffin Liners.  

 

 

  

 

Craft Passion.  Sock Kangaroo.  Love it!  

 

 

And those are my finds for this week.  Hope there was something you enjoyed or found useful! 

 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *We can't fully appreciate joyful reunions later

without tearful separations now.  The

only way to take sorrow out of death is

to take love out of life.

~President Russell M Nelson  •。★★ 。* 。 

 

 

 

 

In the English Kitchen today  . . .  Caesar Croissant Rolls.  Yummy!

 

 

Have a wonderful Friday.  I hope you spend it doing something you love.  Don't forget! 

 

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And I do too! 

 

 

My Favourite things . . .

 

 

A few of the things which catch my eye, inspire me, pluck at my heart strings, make me smile, or that I just enjoy.  Maybe they will do the same for you.     

 

 

Light.  I love things, rooms etc. to be light and airy  . . .  

 

Book ends  . . .  they add such charm.  These are playing hide and seek . . . she's only on 98, 99, 100 . . . ready or not, here I come. 

 

Painted portraits  . . .  who were these people, what were their dreams  . . . everyone has a story to tell. 

  

Macarons  . . . crisp little bites of heaven  . . .  I've only ever had them once, but have not forgotten. I have never made them. Never. 

 

Blowing bubbles  . . .  watching them dance in the air and float  . . .  big, small and tiny, tiny. The other day when I went to use dish soap, a bunch of little bubbles exploded from the container and floated in front of my eyes next to the sink. It was magical  . . .  

  

Shutters on windows  . . .  working ones. Ones you can pull shut at the end of the day.  

 

Yes please  . . . 

  

Flower boxes  . . .  on balconies, windows, etc.  So beautiful . . . 

 

Being a mother  . . . 

  

Yarn  . . .  I love to roll it into compact little balls . . .  its a mindless occupation that keeps the hands busy and they look so tidy when done. 

 

Piano music  . . .  I could listen to Paul Cardall for hours and hours and hours  . . . .

  

Hollyhocks  . . .  they scream cottage garden  . . . 

 

This  . . .  fanciful thoughts  . . .  

  

Pretty tea pots  . . . 

 

Round windows  . . . . 

  

Barbie  . . .  I always wanted one with a pony tail like my sister had  . . . 

 

Copper kettles  . . .  so long as I don' thave to polish them  . . . 

  

Yes  . . . . 

 

Wooden clothespins  . . . . 

  

Dunking biscuits  . . .  yes, I'm a dunker  . . . 

And those are my favourite things for this week.  What are some of yours?

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★
 *If you want to fly,

give up everything

that weighs you down.

~Buddah  •。★★ 。* 。 

  

In the kitchen today  . . .  Sour Cream Chicken . . .  deliciously simple.  

Have a beautiful day!  Love and be loved and don't forget!

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And I do too!    

   

 

To my son . . .

  

One of my favourite episodes of the Gilmore Girls is the one where Lorelai crawls into bed next to Rory very early in the morning of her 16th Birthday and starts to tell her about everything that happened on the day that she was born . . . . I can't crawl into bed next to my oldest son, but I can tell him about everything that happened on the day he was born and how much he means to me.  

 

I was only 19 and didn't know an awful lot about life but I did know one thing for sure.  I wanted to be a mother.  From the moment I felt/knew I was carrying you I was in love with you.  I carried you for nine months in my womb and I've carried you in my heart for Fourty-four years and nine months and counting. 

The first four months or so of my pregnancy I was deathly ill . . . I had heard of morning sickness, but this was lethal.  I was sick 24/7 for all of that time. I couldn't even keep water down. My mother thought I was going to die, but I knew that the life I had waited to live for my whole life was only beginning and as sick as I might be, it was worth every minute.  I remember waking up very early on the morning of the day you were born.  I thought I felt a twinge, but it was three weeks too soon, so didn't pay it much heed.  Within a few short hours there was no mistaking it . . .  you were definitely on the way.  I was so excited and danced around our apartment. All of my dreams were about to come true in the most magical and wonderful way!  

 

Father's weren't allowed in the delivery rooms way back then and so your dad dropped me off at the hospital and I got on with the business of bringing you into the world. I don't think anything I had read or been told up to that point had prepared me for what was to come. Labour pains are unimaginably horrendous.  There is no other way to describe them, and for a very naive 19 year old they were even worse than that.  I thought I was going to die.  In fact there were moments I thought I had and gone to hell. My friend Mary Pat, who was about six months pregnant herself, came to sit with me, but after a while she had to leave as I was scaring the wits out of her. She was a naive 19 year old as well! Not so much after that experience  . . . 

I remember my Doctor being quite annoyed and impatient with me. It was Apple Blossom Weekend which is the culmination of a week long celebration back home at the end of May, and a very big deal with Princesses and Parades and Queens and balls. Doctor Kinsman (that was his name) was the Mayor of Wolfville, the town which happened to be hosting the Apple Blossom Festival that year and you were coming at a very inconvenient time for him.  He had hosting duties to fulfil! I can remember being in labour and him saying to me (as I was being quite vociferous!) Jesus Christ isn't going to help you now Mrs Lewis, you are going to have to help yourself!  And just like that, it was over . . .  bliss . . .  and I was holding you in my arms, looking down at your beautiful face with wonder, counting all your wee fingers and toes, my heart filled to bursting with a love I never thought possible or could have imagined. 

 

When a baby is born, so is a mother  . . .  and what a journey we have had together.  You have been my pride and my joy since day one. Oh . . .  to be sure . . .  there were a few touch-and-go moments when you were a teenager, but for the most part and even then . . .  my journey with you has been filled with wonder and joy, and always with love. I never knew such a capacity to love someone existed, but you taught me all about it.  

I really think I got the best part out of this deal. To be your mom is everything I ever hoped or wished it would be.  I am so proud of the journey you have taken and the man you have become.   I am not sure I was always the best mom I could have been, but I did try, and you are an incredibly amazing individual with the most tender, loving and caring heart that any mother could wish her son to have. I see you fathering your boys and I think they are so blessed to have you as their dad. 

 

You are everything to me.

I love you with all of my heart and beyond.

Forever and always.  

Happy Birthday.

♥ 

 

 

Have a wonderful day filled with all the people and things that you love.