Friday, November 23, 2012

Gluten Free

Since Halloween I've dabbled in consuming sweets that have had wheat in them. The results were never fun and a consistent pattern was that not only would I snore at night but I would get a migraine about 5-10 minutes after eating it. (Joke: migraine:my grain)

For Thanksgiving my lovely cousin brought "gluten-free" crackers. I've been trying to avoid the "gluten-free" money train because of the processed-ness of the food item and the sugar spike from the ingredients.

I have to say they were quite delicious and I ate far more than was polite. The cheese ball with bacon all over it was my undoing. Boy was it yummy.

So, tentatively I'll give gluten-free processed foods a try provided I don't start gobbling up hordes of food because I can't stop myself.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Wanting to Live a Sustainable Life

I've been trying to learn all about living a more sustainable life (homesteading, farming, cloth diapers, canning, line drying, gardening, etc.). It's all very fascinating but my husband is not so interested. He finds all this old fashioned stuff to be a bit of a nuisance and always wants to know why I want to do... I'm sure he considers it unnecessary for the world we live in.

As I talked with my potential sister-in-law at lunch today I realized that she too is very interested in this lifestyle. It got me thinking about why I'm interested in all of this.

For me, I want to learn these skills now, not later. I don't want the world to go crazy and suddenly find myself trying to live with less and less help from the government and big box stores we are so dependent on. Shows like Revolution really hit me in that I feel like I need to learn these survival skills now.

I also feel like the path our nation is on is so far removed from reality that it's time to get back in touch with what our ancestors knew on a daily basis. Knowing how to can and preserve food for winter is very useful. Growing food is a way to save money on our food bill. Using cloth diapers gives me a skill to care for my children without needing to resort to the paper diapers in the stores. Knowing that my meat that I eat comes from an animal. Knowing that I can survive on my abilities is very satisfying.

I hope I can learn enough skills that if I'm ever in a disaster that calls upon said skills, I won't drown in helplessness or frustration.

Here is a great video that is food for thought:

Joel Salatin — Folks This Ain't Normal! from Ancestral Health Society on Vimeo.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


I made an apron for myself. I was really tired of ruining my clothes while cleaning and thought an apron was a very sensible approach to this problem.

At Halloween I bought every apron pattern I liked at least a little and contemplated what I thought I would like.

I love the TV show Avonlea and other sorts of Edwardian styled shows. I decided a full apron that went to my ankles and had pockets would be best. I had some material I bought ages ago that I though would be appropriate. I was all set.

I cup out my pieces. I ironed my fabric and set the pattern properly being careful of my grain lines. I pinned, cut, interfaced, ironed, and tailor tacked my pieces. I sewed, notched, clipped, and ironed and ironed again. Every direction was heeded and I even added a bit of rick-rack on the pockets. It was beautiful.

Then came the point where I tried it on. It didn't fit at all. It was a princess seamed garment. I don't know how to correctly modify the bust line of a princess seam garment. I have lot of books on the subject of pattern drafting and modification but until I do it successfully myself, it's not happening.

What exactly is the problem? The apex of the bust on the apron is five (5) inches higher than my bust apex. Suggestions by my mom and friends were to bring the bodice down so it lined up but then I had no protection for my shirt which was the whole point of this project.

So, I did what most crafters do, I'm giving it to a friend that it fits.

Monday, November 19, 2012

My mind is a mess

Why do I keep trying to find myself on Pinterest? I feel like I don't know what to do with myself and I keep hoping I'll come across something that will get me going in one direction or the other. I have a feeling it really has to do with the fact that I am in a new place in my life. I have two babies who are turning into boys before my very eyes. I stay home with them rather than work. I feel lost. I feel like I don't know how to structure my day.

All of my life I've been surrounded by structure. My mom had an orderly house. School told me what to do with my time. Work told me when to be there and when to leave and exactly what was expected of me in the time that I was there.

Now, I'm freer than I want to be. All loosey goosey.  I love going from point A to point Z and hitting every letter in between in order. I'm just that way. I dislike disorder. I dislike not having a place for things. Flying by the seat of my pants does not work for me.

I really feel like I need to tell myself that "on Monday..." and "on Tuesday...". Set aside a specific day to do a specific thing. I know the old saying of Laundry on Monday but I don't know how they did it. I have to do laundry at least every other day to make sure we stay in clean clothing. Maybe they just re-wore clothing until the end of the week.

I wish I didn't feel so addle-pated.


I've discovered that if I don't schedule my day I don't get anything done.  Not really. Actually, I get some things done but I don't feel like I accomplished anything.

On other notes, my oldest just turned 2 years old! I love it. We had a pleasant birthday party with lots of family.

My big baby is nearly 6 months old. I find the time is just flying and I wish I could better catalog his every movement and skill. He stands all by himself and is absolutely adorable.

I love how well my boys get along. Here is a photo of my oldest sharing his crib and pillow with his baby brother.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

It's Finally Over

While things did not go as we voted, I'm thankful the elections are over with. There's only so much you can take in political ads before you want to run out and trash every election sign you see. They clutter up the view and are so annoying.

So, four more years of President Obama. Without the concern of needing to be re-elected I wonder what he'll do. Will it be doom and gloom? Will he trash freedom of religion? Will the Federal government take over our lives?

On a different note, my mom posted a photo of me and my cousins on Facebook from when I was about seven or eight years old. Good times. We were so happy as children. I can only hope for the same for our boys.