Moving Books

 I have spent two days moving books. I have been wondering about my sanity. Why on earth am I a book hoarder? Could I get rid of them? No, when we moved here I took 20 some odd boxes to the used book store. I hauled boxes to North Carolina, and Tucson. I left bookcases at the other house. She wanted to have a library like I had. I brought five book cases with me. They are stuffed with books. (Six boxes in one of the closets, I will have to move.)

One side of the room, this is the dining room now doubling as a library. 

The tall book case is Ron's for his office. A normal kind of bookcase. Mine are stacked books behind books.

My Anne of Green Gables set of books. I might rescue these if the house burned down. When my Mom died, and my Dad had remarried, I was really I think in a bad place. (I didn't know it of course.) The school librarian had worked for my Dad when I was five or six so she had known my birth Mom. We got to go to the school library every other Friday. It was the most favorite thing I did. After I had read all of the Nancy Drew's and I was at ends. She gave me Anne. I was enchanted. ( When Matthew died, is still one of the most traumatic things in my mind.) I didn't know there were others and the school library didn't have them. I credit that lady who knew more about my life than I suppose I did, she wouldn't let me get yukky books but would find books for me and put them on the end of her desk every other week. Now, I realize how much impact she had on my life and my character. She molded my mind. I always wondered if that was why I wanted six kids because Anne did.
 

These are jumbled but when I move them back, yes, after the paint and carpet, I will move them back. This is my hardback Little House books and my Mienert De Jong books. All of these I read out loud to the kids. I love that they read out loud to their kids now. When I bought those Anne books, I would have to talk and talk to get someone to take me to the book store. I worked in the summer for five dollars a week. It would take me awhile to save up and when I got enough money, then I would go buy another one. It took me almost a year. I remember when I went to go buy my first copy of Anne of Green Gables and I stood staring at the shelf and there was a whole series, I was just in shock. I think about it as I write this post, if it was me I would have bought them for my kids because it was something they loved. Not in my world, then I had to earn it. I wonder if that is why they mean so much to me now. 

I have been moving books, and cleaning and trying to find places to put things. They will re-carpet the closets. so I have to clean those out too. Its a good thing to do for now. All of this to say, I haven't hooked one single loop. 

Here is where I am as of today. I have my last strip of wool sitting here to be cut so I can finish, but I have to go buy food. I hate when life gets in the way don't you? 

 Just that tiny bit. I also had to order wool from Dorr. I had to wait for it to get here. Then I will hook a frame around the outside. I can't wait to get it steamed and hung. Then I have to go through that, what will be my next project? 

We only got one room finished last weekend. We hope to get two this weekend. Then the last will be the our room. Its going to feel so nice once its all done. 

Thanks for reading. I had all of these thoughts as I was moving books so its nice to get them out of my head. 

I hope you have a lovely day,

~Kim~ 

 

"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like and old friend through quiet ways." Anne of Avonlea,--- L.M. Montgomery, 1909

 

 

Odds and Ends

 Its early this morning. The sun isn't even up yet. We begin painting today. One of our son's was getting rid of old movies on his phone and he had taken a movie of this house the day we got the keys. We got to see all of the things we were going to change and haven't in five years! We were going to paint all of the house and get new carpet. But we didn't. There were other things that we had to do. We are now back on the trail now. Painting begins this morning. All four bedrooms. Then all new carpet. Then last of all, I am going to buy a new hooking chair. 

I won't even take a picture of my old hooking chair. I love my chair but it has seen better days, like maybe 10 years ago. My Mother-in-law got it at a yard sale in the 90s and then she sold it at a yard sale, and I bought it. It was old when she bought it. J.C. Penney used to sell them but its got harder and harder to find them. I finally had to admit, everything is worn out on it and when I am afraid for people to see it because its so ratty, maybe its time. Our son Peter just turned 30 and he said, I think you have had that ugly chair since before I was born. Time goes by fast doesn't it?

I don't know if Ron and I can do it, but we have great plans to paint two rooms today, and the smallest room tomorrow. Then next weekend the master. But you know that getting older thing right? So we will see.

I just thought I would check in, I am that close to getting my rug finished. I hope all of you have a lovely weekend, while I am here getting covered in paint. I can never figure out by the end of the day it will look like I rolled around in a paint can, and Ron will have no drips or anything. Same goes every time we work in the yard. He is spotlessly clean and I look like I dig ditches for a living. Sometimes things just don't change. 

~Kim~

 

Hooking Clouds

 

 The whole time I have been hooking the ground and the mule and the man, my thoughts were on the sky and the clouds. When I was dyeing wool, I was trying to picture the clouds in my mind. We don't get rain very often in June. But this morning, we have rain clouds and thunderheads and I felt so thankful when I walked outside. It felt like this sweet blessing to me to sit and watch the clouds as they formed, and filled the sky, as the sun began to rise, the clouds changed to rose and pink and then gold. The gray, the blue that shined in places. I sat and watched mesmerized as they became different shapes like the air ships sailing across the early morning sky. I tried to put them in my mind so that when I picked up my hook today, I could remember what I watched this morning.

When I hooked this doing the sea and the sky, took so much thought. I love whales but they are so hard to hook. Saundra, drew this out for me and she is so good. She drew lines for direction and it helped me so much. The men on the boat and their faces were next to impossible, because they are so tiny, I knew I couldn't redo them over and over. So I sat and stared at them before I hooked them. I reread my book on hooking animal faces and watched tutorials on hooking eyes. I think maybe I over think things to much. I am just saying, compared to this rug the rug I am hooking now, is much more complicated in my mind. 

The rug I am hooking is going to be called Zachery and his Mule. After my great, great, grandfather, Zachery Robbins.

He lived in Paul's Valley Oklahoma. He and his wife, were from Virginia. They traveled to Paul's Valley and were farmers. He was out in the field trying to get his hay in, there was a big thunder and lighting cloud coming and as he went through the barb wire fence, lighting struck the wire and traveled down the wire until it struck him. My great grandmother, on her dressing table, when I was a kid had a dish, with this welded money and glasses sitting on her table. I asked once, what it was and she handed it to me, while she told me the story. I was shocked to say the least. Its a picture in my mind though. 

Then my grand mother was born, on August 14th 1919. They were a superstitious bunch though. My great-grandmother, gave my grandmother to her mother who had just lost her husband to raise. So my grandmother lived with Mrs. Robbins. I don't even know her name, because that was all she was ever called in my mind. My great-great grandparents had been first cousins, and felt as if they lived under a curse and this was just part of the tragedy.  That was why they had to leave Virginia because of the family. As far as I can find, they never went back.

So its for this man I never knew. I have some really old pictures of them on the farm. I will see if I can find them. I have wasted to0 much time looking for this picture of his gravestone. My grandmother would cry and cry, so I stopped asking her about it. It was like she thought it was her fault that by being born she somehow was responsible for his death. I think that is why I don't know more about it. 

I mentioned I think I have been rearranging and moving furniture. I moved my Hoosier cabinet into my office. I love this thing so much. I can't change anything on it. The flour sifter has green paint on it so I have an idea it might have been green. I am going to leave it this color. Its so nice to have it where I can see it everyday. I am going to make it into my hooking/sewing storage area. It took me so many years to find one, its one of those pieces of furniture that I just love. I love that it even has the metal bread drawer. 

So I know I just wrote a post on Sunday, but I wanted you to know, about the clouds this morning and I didn't want to forget. Which I will of course. 

Have a lovely Tuesday,

~Kim~

Lisa Kleypas

"This is the smell of June, honeysuckle, green hay, wet linen hung out to dry." 

 

Happy June

We are halfway though the year. Can you believe it? I do love turning the calendar over to a new month. All filled with new possibilities, adventures and new goals to keep. I spent last week, rearranging, and de-cluttering. As I get to this morning, I keep trying to think what I want to clean and de-clutter this next week. I think I will work on my pantries. 

Our son Ben was a keynote speaker at a Homestead Conference.  Megan sent me a picture. I really loved seeing him speaking and thinking of how much he has changed.

One thing with them living all the way across the country from me, its so much different to go for a visit. I am so glad we live in a world with phones and face time. I can't imagine how it would be to have to wait on letters. It never makes it easy to see the kids grow up from a distance.

 We had a surprise party for our youngest son. Peter, our youngest is now 30. He is the one to the right, with his wife Belle. She wanted us to all go out to dinner. It was a fun time and nice to celebrate without me cooking. I think its a first time. Next to Peter is our son-in-law Nik, our daughter, Emilie.

Ron and me. Then Elliot and his wife Karren. 

 These are the four that still live here. The oldest two live out of state. I really need to figure out how to get a new family photo. Yesterday, I got Kessie's latest book. I have no idea how on earth she manages to get books published. 

She writes young fiction. Her kids think its really cool that their mom writes the books they read. When ever I am there one of them will be sitting and reading one of her books. I asked them what it felt like to have a Mom who writes and they all thought it was pretty neat. Her finest work that she is most proud of is her family and her new baby.

She sent me this last week, right after the baby had her bath. I am sure she has changed so much now. She weighed 7 pounds something at birth and she was already over nine pounds. She is a little chunk. 

Okay, enough bragging. Well maybe one more thing. A photo of my rug. I almost got to the sky. That is the plan this week.

I think the thing that is hardest for me is to leave it. I could sit and reverse hook, and then I would never get it done. So that is by far the hardest thing I fight while hooking. I have to remember that while I would love to be a perfect rug hooker. Its the beauty of rug hooking that says, " Its your rug, do what fits your style, because after all its a rug." That is why I don't paint, well, for one thing, I am not a painter, and have no want to, because as with anything you have to have, "the want to." That is why I love rug hooking. I have a jillion rugs in my cupboard, and each one represents a milestone in my life. 

Its hard to describe that to someone when they see how many rugs I have.

This swallowtail, waited for me to run in the house and get my phone so I could take its picture. I just think summer is the nicest time of year, truly, I never can decide what time of year is my favorite. Each one has its own beauty that I like when I finally get there. 

Have a lovely day, this first day of June.

~Kim~

“It is better to be a young June bug than an old bird of paradise.” – Mark Twain