Sharing Mabel (+dishcloths are here!)


(Beatrix had refused to wash the “beautiful butterfly” off of her face the night before…)

We were at a party with friends over the weekend when my friend, Eve, mentioned that Mabel looked cold.  (She had a bit of bare leg showing between her pants and her socks and Eve is a member of The Cold Baby Police.)  I quickly remedied the situation by adding a pair of wool pants under her outfit along with a hat and sweater.  I’m so happy to be able to start pulling out all the woollies (details on all at the end of the post)!

The party was a welcome distraction for us because we learned on Friday that our dear Ms. Nell had died, suddenly and unexpectedly.  I kept the information to myself until Saturday, needing to process it on my own before telling the girls.  I can’t tell you how much I dreaded that conversation with them.  It’s really, really hard to tell your children that someone they love has died, and it seems that I have had to do it too many times.  The last time we visited Ms. Nell it was with a new baby for her to meet (Mabel!) and bouquets of flowers from all my younger children.  I’m so thankful that we ended on that note, her knowing she was loved by us.  Reminding my girls of that didn’t do much to ease their grief, though.  Beatrix spent time wandering the backyard after I told her, crying and periodically looking up to the sky, mouthing words that only she could hear.  She wanted to be alone with her sadness, and it broke my heart.  Larkspur keeps saying that she can’t believe we can’t visit her anymore, and I agree.  Death never becomes commonplace or easy to accept.  But I’m grateful for the relationships we have in our community, the friends who are our family.  The more people you love, the more you open yourself up to hurt, but the love always outweighs the grief.


(Ms. Nell with baby Silas)

I stopped at our farmer’s market on Friday, shortly after learning of Ms. Nell’s death.  An older woman who works there, who hadn’t yet met Mabel, immediately asked if she could hold her when I got out of the van.  I happily handed her over, and, oh my goodness, I’ve never seen someone love on a baby that doesn’t belong to them so completely and unabashedly.  She would lift Mabel into the air and Mabel would look down at her, smiling big.  Then she would pull her down into her chest, hug her tight, and smother her in kisses.  Mabel loved every second of it.  The woman, whose name I can’t believe I’ve never asked for, told me, “We never had children.  By the time we thought we could afford them, it was too late.  I always thought if I had a baby of my own, I’d kiss it to death.”  She didn’t seem bitter or sad though, just more than happy to love on Mabel, and I was grateful to be able to share her, if only for a few minutes.


When I got home that evening, I had an email from my mom with the subject line, “Beautiful you,” waiting for me in my inbox.  She found this photo of the two of us from 1979 in an album at her sister’s, (my Aunt Genie’s), house.  She had never seen it before, and neither had I.  I don’t know why, but I dissolved into tears seeing it, and I wasn’t even sure if I was happy or sad.  Maybe it was just another expression of the passing of time, but more than that I think it was a reminder of love and life.  So many things to ponder lately…the joy that babies bring, the sadness over the death of a beloved elderly friend.  All the life that happens in between, both the good and the painful.  We soldier on, thankful for every minute.


p.s. I have received several emails recently asking if we would be selling dishcloths as a fundraiser for Gabe and Keats’ travel baseball fees this year.  Yes, we are!  As many of you know, they are made at a small mill in the U.S.A. and I have been using them in my home for years. They are a polyester/cotton blend. The polyester content helps them last longer, and it also helps them maintain softness and stretchiness even after many, many washes. The one caveat is that they aren’t great for wiping up spills, but that’s not how I use them. These are the cloths that I use to wipe down my kitchen table and counter-tops. Their texture makes them great for light scrubbing.  They are great for washing dishes, dusting furniture, or scrubbing the bathtub. After their first wash they fluff up and shrink to roughly 11 inches square. I love the colored stripes, and their vintage look. I sell them by the dozen, and you will receive 3 each of 4 colors (this year: red, blue, green, and purple), so you could designate certain colors for certain rooms or tasks. These make lovely, practical gifts, and it is always nice to toss those old cruddy rags and replace them with fresh ones! They are for $20 + $6 for usps priority shipping in the U.S. for a dozen, and orders for 2 dozen or more are welcome as well. You can buy them via the button below. (I don’t ship outside the U.S. because the shipping would cost more than the cloths!)  Thanks for supporting our boys, and saving us from having to sell donuts!

p.p.s. Knits:  Mabel’s hat was knit by Tania, and her Ravelry notes are here.  My notes on her yellow sweater are hereKaren’s notes on her pink and white sweater are here.  My yellow barn sweater notes are here.  Not a knit, but Mabel’s bib was purchased here.

With Bea and Tilly Woo

Generally speaking, relaxing isn’t my special talent.  As we all know, the saying, “A mother’s work is never done,” is quite true.  I have a hard time putting everything I need to accomplish to the back of my mind in order to stay in the moment, and sometimes, take a little break.  This quality isn’t one of my best because it leads to stress and general unpleasantness.

My kids all seem to know how to relax.  I wonder if I did as well at some point in my distant past, but lost the ability somewhere along the way.  Is that simply part of being a grown-up?  Forgetting how to “play?” It shouldn’t have to be.

I tend to fall into the trap of belief that accomplishing those never-ending items on my mental to-do list will bring me peace, but in reality it often becomes a fruitless chase.  Yes, I must do my work, but it is also important to abandon my list both mentally and physically on a regular basis.

Yesterday while Mabel took an early evening nap, I stepped away from our house and all the work for a walk.  I carried my camera, something I don’t do quite so often these days.  I brought along our naughty “Tilly-Woo” and Beatrix joined me as well.  We stayed out till almost dark playing with Tilly and picking pokeberries. I didn’t have to worry about dinner because we were eating leftovers.  It was the perfect evening.  I wondered why I don’t do this more frequently.  Maybe because we don’t have leftovers for dinner often enough?

I guess the moral of my story is that if you cook enough food for dinner on Monday, you might actually get to relax a little on Tuesday.  And in my case, I might end up with some pokeberry yarn.