An Expensive Pedicure

The baby was napping, the weather outside was gorgeous; I decided I would thrill the girls with a nail-painting session. Things started out okay, me getting my toes done (which was the main reason for having this little pow wow), and showing the girls how to even out and round out their nails before painting. One daughter’s nails reminded me of the story of Nebuchadnezzar’s seven year beast transformation I had just read a couple of days ago- we really needed this cuticle care! ๐Ÿ™‚

I had to go inside for something, and next thing I know, A Minor has nail polish all down the front of her dress. I guess I should have known better than to leave the area. I get her all cleaned up, and take everything in except the two colors the girls are using, and when I come back out the girls are out on the swings, and A is holding up her hands for me to wipe them- covered in one of the girls’ choice of polish.ย  She likes to make messes, but doesn’t like for it to be on her hands. Go figure. Her just changed shirt is splotched with it, too. Thankfully, both the shirt and dress were old, stained items to begin with. Still, I can’t afford to trash that much clothing in a day!

Manyย  lessons learned. Never leave a child alone with nail polish. Never assume said child can do it herself. Maybe do first hand for child, then see how she does with the other. I had to move bath night up to tonight to scrub polish off of all the girls’ skin. I’ll look around for that kid nail polish. It doesn’t last as long, but at least I won’t have such a mess on my hands.ย  Their hands. Whatever.

Lunch Lady Land

dsc03486.JPG Can you tell what I’ve got on the brain now? Two reasons:
First, we’ve got VBS all this week, and are leaving the house so early every afternoon that I either need to pack dinners for us, or pick up fast food. I like fast food, but can start to feel rather greasy after a couple meals of it.
Also, now that the first hurdle is jumped in our house project (see the new page on the sidebar), I can start realistically planning what to pack for Luke to eat the days (we hope starting July 1) he spends building the house. He claims he wouldn’t get bored with the usual fare, but I would like to provide some variety, so I am collecting lots of ideas. All you lunch-packers, I could use some advice.

Between disconnecting from the school computer and VBS this week, I won’t be around much to answer emails or write blog posts. Try to get on without me- I know it will be difficult. ๐Ÿ™‚

Weekend Thoughts


Lover of all, I hold me fast by Thee,
Ruler of time, King of eternity.
There is no great with Thee, there is no small,
For Thou art all, and fillest all in all.

The new-born world swings forth at Thy command,
The falling dew-drop falls into Thy hand.
God of the firmament’s mysterious powers,
I see Thee thread the minutes of my hours.

I see Thee guide the frail, the fading moon
That walks alone through empty skies at noon.
Was ever wayworn, lonely traveler
But had Thee by him, blessed Comforter?

Out of my vision swims the untracked star,
Thy counsels too are high and very far,
Only I know, God of the nebulae,
It is enough to hold me fast by Thee.
~Amy Carmichael

Valerie Had A (Too) Little Dress

In the spirit of Joseph Had A Little Overcoat:
Once, I picked up a blue Land’s End dress at Goodwill. It was marked ’14’, and I was pretty sure it was a young girls’ size, but this was when I was tiny and could get away with wearing a girls’ 14. As I got too fat matured, the dress no longer fit quite right, but I loved the fabric so much I wanted to keep it. I eventually made it into an apron, the one my better half is modeling here. I loved the apron even more than the dress, and, as can happen to things we love very much, it got worn and one of the strings finally ripped off. (Aren’t you glad this doesn’t happen to people we love very much? ๐Ÿ™‚ )

As many have seen, I’ve got reusable bags on my mind. Much as I like my prototype, the girls are sticking with their potholder business for the time being, and I am not interested in making a ton of Knifty Knitter bags on my own. dsc03434.JPGMy buddy had sent me a link to some bags a girl had made with a nifty pocket the bag folds into. I am liking this simpler version much better, and plan to shamelessly copy her with my “used but still has some life” apron. There have been two pairs of pajama pants I’ve held onto, not sure if they’d go in the next rag rug, or quilt. I found that the pink pair will make a nice lining for this new bag. Yay.

So we see the little dress in many beautiful re-purposings. I wonder what it will be next. Maybe one of those bandanas the girls can use to tie back their hair. Then maybe a pincushion. Like in the Joseph story I mentioned above, as long as I keep sharing the tale of my pretty blue fabric, it can have a life of its own.

A Healing Stream

My friend had a baby girl this afternoon (good!), but suffered some traumatic complications as a result (not good). Even as I write this tonight, I am not sure the ordeal is over. Times like this I am so, so glad for the cross of Christ, that makes the way for me to bring these urgent cries on behalf of a friend before Him. This is the hymn that is in my head right now:

Jesus, keep me near the cross;
there a precious fountain,
free to all, a healing stream,
flows from Calvary’s mountain.
In the cross, in the cross,
be my glory ever,
till my raptured soul shall find
rest beyond the river.

2. Near the cross, a trembling soul,
love and mercy found me;
there the bright and morning star
sheds its beams around me.

3. Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
bring its scenes before me;
help me walk from day to day
with its shadow o’er me.

4. Near the cross I’ll watch and wait,
hoping, trusting ever,
till I reach the golden strand
just beyond the river.

~Fanny Crosby, William Doane