Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Truth for Lies: Are You a Fact Checker?


Familiarity
breeds contempt.


The longer I'm married, the more difficult it is to keep my mouth shut. Especially when my husband is relaying a story or an account of an event we both witnessed. Especially when he doesn't get his facts straight.

I mean, I was there, OK? And if you're going to tell it, tell it right.

There I go again, my husband's personal Fact Checker.

Monitoring his words, his perspective under surveillance. Security Guard of Spousal Accuracy. 

Inserting words like, "No, that's not what she said. First he said blah-blah-blah then she said something a little bit different than the way you remember it, babe."

Tack babe on there and, bless her heart, it's all right.

Fact Checkers not only check facts. They edit perspectives, tailor viewpoints, reposition positions.

At least they think they do. It takes one to know one.

And Fact Checkers interrupt. Skillfully and regularly, with precision and ease. Punchlines pilfered by the Particulars Patrol.

Fact Checkers must get all the details right because facts matter.

Listen attentively and patiently
to what is said.
It is a great and difficult talent
to be a good listener,
but it is one which
the well-bred [wo]man
has to acquire, at whatever pains.
Do not anticipate the point of a story
which another person is reciting,
or take it from his lips
to finish it in your own language.
To do this
is a great breach of etiquette....


You will forbear
to interrupt a person
who is telling a story, even though
he is making historical mistakes
in dates and facts.
If he makes mistakes
it is his own fault,
and it is not your business
to mortify him
by attempting to correct his blunder
in [the] presence of those
with whom he is ambitious to stand well.

Kelley,

How does being interrupted make you feel?

What's it like to hear someone correct and check your facts?

When you hear a wife constantly interrupting her husband, insistent upon correcting his facts, you're looking into the mirror, Kelley. Who made you your husband's personal fact checker? 

In like manner, Kelley...
be submissive to Dave
[...and adapt yourself to him],
so that even if he does not obey the Word,
he may be won over not by discussion
but by the [godly] life of his wife.

When he observes the pure and modest way
in which you conduct yourself,
together with your reverence [for him;
you are to feel to him all that reverence includes:
to respect,
defer to,
revere him--
to honor,
e s t e e m,
appreciate,
prize,
and, in the human sense, to adore him,
that is, to admire,
praise,
be devoted to,
deeply love,
and enjoy him].
~1 Peter 3:1-2


Monday, January 26, 2015

How I Store Spools of Thread


One way to organize your thoughts
is to tidy up,
even if it's in places
where it makes no sense at all.
~Ursus Wehrli


When I shared the Spool Holder Revamp recently, I mentioned that the bright sun and Manila smog was ruining hundreds of spools of thread. As promised, here's how I safely store them these days.


Clear plastic lidded boxes I purchased at Robinson's (about $2 each) organize the threads neatly by color and in a wicker basket (about $5 each).
-- White and ecru
-- Tans, beiges, khakis
-- Black
-- Yellow family
-- Pinks and reds are together in a red box.


The second layer inside my thread spool basket:
-- Blues and navy are together in a blue box.
-- Browns
-- Rusts, peaches and orange family


Then of course two whole boxes are filled with all spools green and gorgeous.


Organizing my threads like this
works great!


Hidden from the sun
and protected from the smog.


While I'm linking over at Pam's, check out her post on Thread Storage.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Rolling Pin Cover


Rock 'n roll.

In honor of National Pie Day 2015, first I'm sharing Kelley Highway pies: National Pie Day 2014's Chocolate-Pecan Tarlets (or Pie), my Apple Crumb Pie, and my One-Apple Pies. Mmm, good! Oh, if only I wasn't on a plane today. If only I was behind my apron in my Manila kitchen instead, rolling out some pie crust!

Because it's National Pie Day 2015, how appropriate to share my first attempt at free motion appliqué: a rolling pin cover.


Here it is atop the lotus stitch mat
our Dana knitted (crocheted?)
for me for Christmas.


For the pink-loving rock 'n roller Annabel


To the opening I attached a length of cotton cord. Elastic was considered but the cord from my stash is better. We're not supposed to wash our rolling pins, just dust off the flour and store. Here's a great link that explains the tender loving care of these faithful kitchen servants.


For the next one I make, I'll add a third print-scale instead of just stitching the rolling pin's cylinder's defining stitches on the left end. It turned out so cute, hmm?


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

If Jesus Came to Your House



If Jesus came to your house
to spend a day or two
If He came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you'd do.

Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room
to such an honored Guest
And all the food you'd serve to Him
would be the very best.

And you would keep assuring Him
you're glad to have Him there
But when you saw Him coming,
would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
to your heav'nly Visitor?

Or would you, maybe, change your clothes
before you let Him in,
Or hide some magazines and put
the Bible where they'd been?


Would you turn off the radio
and hope He hadn't heard,
And wish you hadn't uttered
that last, loud, hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music
and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in,
or would you rush about?

And I wonder if the Savior spent
a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing
the things you always do?

Would you go right on saying
the things you always say?
Would life for you continue
as it does from day to day?

Would your family conversation
keep up its usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal
to say a table grace?


Would you sing the songs you always sing
and read the books you read?
And let Him know the things on which
your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take Jesus with you
everywhere you'd planned to go,
Or would you, maybe, change your plans
for just a day or so?

Would you be glad to have Him meet
your very closest friends,
Or would you hope they'd stay away
until His visit ends?

Would you be glad to have Him stay
forever on and on,
Or would you sigh with great relief
when He at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know
the things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person
to spend some time with you.
~Author Unknown


TOP PHOTO: How our townhouse Guest Suite's left side looked in 2012.
Other images, borrowed from the Web.

Monday, January 19, 2015

With Time


Change, like healing, takes time.
~Veronica Roth

Remember when I cut my finger?

04 November 2014

10 November 2014

19 November 2014

24 November 2014
Thanksgiving Week

04 December 2014

11 December 2014
Sick in bed on Pohnpei, FSM

21 December 2014
Christmas Week

25 December 2014
Christmas Day, playing Scrabble with Handsome

I praise You
because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Psalm 139:14

Friday, January 16, 2015

Spool Holder Revamp


A stitch in time saves nine.


The smog and Manila's afternoon sunlight were ruining my many colors of thread spools, so I reorganized them all in clear boxes (a later post). The old Spool Saver was removed from the wall and lay bare on the floor, destined for the curb... until the inspiration to revamp it into wall art. 


Only the top spool holder dowels were snapped off at their quicks. The lower rows along the base's edge were left alone.


For dimension, some old dense foam I'd saved was shaped with an electric cutting knife (think Thanksgiving turkey). 


Thin batting covered it all.


The fun part began after I staple-gunned my adorable fabric tightly around the "sewing machine."


A book'oupaged cardboard spool of thread;
a feathered Spanish moss nest
with four felt eggs 


Pretty trim



A button-embellished yo-yo dial


Of course the sewing machine was threaded with lovely green DMC floss.


Another dial, a seashell 


Still functional,
she's a beaut' in my Inspiration Station.



And to think I nearly threw her away.


Linking at Leslie's and Pam's and Jann's.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Defining Moment


Unknown Source

"A defining moment is an occasion
when you found something in yourself
you didn't know you had,
or forgot you had,
and pulled it out.
And as a result,
you changed an outcome
from negative to positive.

A defining moment
is when you said,
"Yes, I will,"
or "No, I won't."

A defining moment
is when you drew a line.
Or erased one,
if that's what needed to be done...

It's always a moment
in which you never think of yourself
in quite the same way again...
When you showed your inner pluck,
said what needed to be said,
did what had to be done,
and got on with it."

~Gail Blanke, Throw Out Fifty Things

Monday, January 12, 2015

Matchbox Shadowbox



~Scott Baio




The shadowboxes above
were inspired by this one.


So Handsome's car-filled
childhood cubbies


went


from


here






to the car wash.





This vintage Matchbox cars collection
began on his eighth Christmas in 1968.










From the car wash
they went to the shadowbox.


When the shadowboxes arrived in Manila, I whitewashed their frames.



Parked at home
above my husband's nightstand.