Archives for February 23, 2011

Yarn Along

~ Two of my favorite things are knitting and reading, and the evidence of this often shows up in my photographs. I love seeing what other people are knitting and reading as well. So, what are you knitting or crocheting right now? What are you reading? Take a single photo and share it either on your blog or on Flickr. Leave a link below to share your photo with the rest of us! ~

This week:
I’ve finished the hat I was knitting for Gabriel.  He likes it, so I am happy with it too.
I have put the lamb on hold, because I decided that I can’t just give one to Larkspur-Bea will love it, so I am going to make two and maybe save them for Easter.
I am trying to finish up Bea’s (pictured) fisherman pullover, because I am really wanting to cast something on for the new baby.
I rarely read magazines, but grabbed the latest Martha Stewart Living, sucked in by the vegetables on the cover.  Actually, the only things that really struck me in this issue were some cross stitch templates.   I haven’t cross stitched in ages, and think I may just have to now.
This is not my typical reading material, but I must say it’s good.  It’s really good.

Below is a linky list if you’d like to add a link to your own Yarn Along photo.
(1) Make sure the link you submit is to the URL of your blog post or your specific Flickr photo and not your main blog URL or Flickr Photostream. Please be sure and link to your current Yarn Along post, and not a Yarn Along post from a previous week.
(2) Include a link back here in your blog post or flickr photo page.
(3) Thanks for playing along!
(4) Oh, and if you have any trouble linking up, just email me and I will help you!

You can also join the Flickr Yarn Along Group to share your knitting and reading photos anytime!

What I meant to say…

(The scene of our weekend outdoor tea party, now under a sheet of ice)

There is a song I’ve listened to frequently in the past few weeks with one line that stands out: “I’m working to separate war from beauty.”  How good to weed out the bad and say goodbye to it, while hanging on to the beauty that remains. That’s what those words say to me.
A perfect image is a mother holding her sick child.  In that moment, the mother is probably exhausted, the child miserable.  But looking back on a photo of that moment, you won’t see those things, you will see love.  The exhaustion and the misery fade, while the love remains.

(Jonny and the boys were snowboarding today.  Larkspur, Beatrix, and I devoted the day to art, naturally.)

I believe that it is possible to share with others the difficult moments in our lives without complaining, and to do so in a way that spreads grace rather than ugliness. Even in our darkest times there is beauty, though often it isn’t evident until we are beyond the situation, looking back.

Yesterday, my intent in writing about the struggle I typically face with depression as the seasons change, was to express gratitude for the way I was handed the perfect situation to help me pull myself together, rather than letting myself succumb to the negative feelings I was experiencing.
 

(Today, as I worked to fold laundry, Larkspur volunteered to help and then taught Beatrix how to hang their dresses on hangers.)

However, in looking back, I regret that I shared the thoughts I had upon looking at myself in the mirror.  Some thoughts are better left inside my head.  Those are not words that I would want my children to read, nor another mom facing struggles with her own body image during pregnancy.  I think my thoughts that day reflected the way I have felt lately.  I have struggled with respiratory illness for nearly two months now and it is wearing on me.  In the past couple of weeks I have started to experience such lower back and tailbone issues related to this pregnancy that I can’t walk around for long at all before I have to sit down from the pain for the rest of the day.  This is typical for me with every pregnancy, and always cured by giving birth so I don’t pursue treatment during pregnancy.  I am typically very active (hyper might be the better word,) and the loss of activity is always hard for me to accept.  I blame it on my weakened stomach muscles (I have a diastasis) and the fact that I carry my babies so low.  I am often tempted to forget the purpose of my big stomach and it’s precious occupant, and focus only on the pain, (and the fact that they don’t seem to make flattering maternity clothes for my body type!)
Truly, I am grateful to my body for what it does in bringing me the gift of children, more grateful than I can express.
And I will be especially grateful if the black dress I ordered today fits me when it arrives.  I’ll let you know. 
Thanks for all the sweet words and emails today.  I am hoping to carve the time tomorrow to reply to all of you!

(Trudy sleeps with Seth, under the covers, her head on the pillow.  She falls asleep so quickly, that she is snoring before we even finish saying goodnight and leave the room.  She is the most ridiculous animal ever.  We adore her.)
See you for the Yarn Along in a few hours!