Long Time, No Post

Sadly, after just two months, the Burden in my March post returned. And again, we were blind-sided. The company that hired my husband closed down. We are beginning the seventh week of this layoff with no good prospects in sight. Since I haven't had any good news to report, I've stayed quiet. Actually, I've written a couple of post, but deleted both.

I've been learning to knit! Yes, I've added another craft to my hobbies -- my husband says I enjoy doing too many things. I've wanted to learn to knit for years (since high school -- back when dirt was new), but I couldn't manage to learn how from books. I tried different times over the years and it just didn't work for me. Anyway, I was in Hobby Lobby, not looking for anything in particular, and spotted a learn-to-knit DVD in the clearance section. I grabbed it and headed for the checkout (before the layoff, thankfully). The visual aspect of watching over the knitter's shoulder did the trick and I've been happily knitting......dishcloths. Actually, I think I'll use them in the bathroom, so I'll call them "spa cloths". :p I am so very ready to move on but here's the thing, you can buy the cotton Sugar'nCream yarn on sale for a dollar a skein. Given our current situation it isn't so difficult to justify a one dollar purchase for entertainment and two spa cloths. :)

My daughter's caught the knitting bug too and we've had fun going to yarn shops to check out their yarns...hundreds of skeins and hanks in gorgeous colors. I'm a long-time yarn snob...say no to acrylics! No offense intended to those who love their Red Heart.

I'm going to confess that I did purchase yarn to make a scarf to wear to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (hoping that we can go). This is the best quiz we've found of the many Sorting Hat quizzes on the 'net. I'm in Ravenclaw. And yes, I probably am a little old for this sort of thing, but I'm blessed to have a daughter who thinks it's cool that I'm willing to don a Harry Potter scarf and wear it in public.

He Is Risen

God sent His son, they called Him Jesus
He came to love, heal, and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.

A Burden Lifted

Things have been rough around here. My husband, having received a glowing work review at 5pm on a Friday afternoon, was gob-smacked the following Monday at 5pm when his boss showed up and laid him off. This happened several weeks ago, which is why I haven't posted lately.

As big a surprise as his lay-off was, I felt optimistic that something would open up for him. He is a union worker and the local BA wasn't giving him any hope of finding anything until June. But I prayed, and others prayed; and I still felt God was going to provide. Every time there was even the slightest glimmer of hope, I thought, "This is it," and then it wasn't.

He arrived home at 9:30 after a union meeting tonight, bearing bad news -- nothing out there, probably won't be before sometime in June. We'd already been on the phone yesterday trying to work with our mortgage company. They gave us a grace period -- until March 31!! Woo hoo.

My husband's cell phone rang about an hour after he got home. The owner of a company had been at tonight's union meeting and he offered my husband a job.

Great is Thy faithfulness.

Happy Birthday, Dad

Dad and me - 1963.

My First Pattern Review!

I just posted my first pattern review, for Amy Butler's Frenchy Bag. It's no masterpiece, to be sure, but it's a big step for me in taking the risk to blossom. ;)

The first time I made the purse, it was for my daughter. I knew she'd like it, but I didn't think the style would appeal to me. I was wrong. I liked it very much and decided to make one for me. The fabric is from Amy Butler's "Belle" collection, Gothic Rose in burgundy and pink Coriander.

In other news, I scored two good-seat concert tickets for the Celtic Woman - Isle of Hope Tour next month. My daughter and I were fortunate enough to attend their "New Journey" tour a few years ago, and it was wonderful! They are incredibly talented and the show was a feast for the eyes as well. The stage design, lighting and gowns were breathtaking. I took a pair of binoculars last time...not the dainty little opera-glasses, but big solar-system-gazing binoculars and I'm so glad I did. It allowed us to see, in great detail, the beadwork on their gowns..absolutely stunning. We are one row closer and 7-8 seats more to the middle than last time. The Frenchy Bag is the perfect purse to carry when we go, as it will hold those binoculars and still have a plenty of room for everything else. :)
I still need to make my daughter the pajama pants I promised. I have four pairs cut out, I just need to get sewing -- hopefully today.
Constructive criticism on my review is welcome -- really and truly. You can e-mail me from my profile page.

Book Review: The Ivy Chronicles

I purchased The Ivy Chronicles off the bargain table at Barnes and Noble hoping for a read comparable to The Nanny Diaries.

The book's main character, Ivy Ames, is newly-divorced from her husband, her high-powered job, and their wealthy lifestyle. Needing to become self-sufficient, Ivy starts her own business as a consultant, assisting parents with the admissions process in the competitive world of NYC private schools.

I found Ivy to be self-absorbed and ridiculous -- and those are her better qualities. This is chick lit -- I wasn't expecting a literary masterpiece, but as the plot unfolds it ranges from implausible and idiotic to just plain pathetic. A couple of Ivy's former co-workers die, having been eaten by alligators. Ivy believes that the daughter of one of her client's will have a better chance of getting accepted into one of the schools if she's a minority, so she takes the girl to a salon for a couple of dark spray-tans, dresses her in an ethnic African-American-inspired outfit, and calls her Wa'Shaunte (the girl's name is Winnie).

Reading through this drivel to a predictable ending was a chore. To be more accurate, I read about two-thirds and skimmed the remainder. If I hadn't purchased the book, I'd have quit reading much sooner.

Quoting Dorothy Parker: "This is not a book to be cast aside lightly. It should be hurled with great force."