I started out crocheting this as a rectangular dishcloth, but alas, a stitch count ended badly and I was left with a very wonky looking piece. Thankfully, by folding the lilting piece in half and stitching the sides, I was able to dispense with much of the oddity to get a rather pleasing result. The added thickness now gives this dishcloth the dual purpose of serving as a hot pad. I chose the popcorn stitch to get a little scrubby action in for the dishcloth side of things.
Funny story: I made this as part of my mom's birthday gift. I didn't hide it, but just tossed it into my craft/guest room thinking that even if she walked in on a visit, her eyes would never find it amid all the stuff I keep in there. WRONG! Joke was on me. It was the very first thing she noticed. So much for surprises... *sigh*
everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become
blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and
depraved generation in which ye shine like stars in the universe."
~ Phillipians 2:14-15 (NIV)
this be the kind of scripture that is a gateway to a new and better
attitude? How can we shine as a light for Christ if we are as dismal and
complaining as everybody else? We have been blessed with a hope and
future. This sweet anticipation should be our daily comfort to help us
shine more vibrantly the darker the world becomes. I am typing this as a
preaching point to myself. It is so easy for me to become wrapped up in
the gloom and doom the news media touts - the economic disasters that
are inevitably looming ahead. But if my hope is truly "built on Jesus'
blood and righteousness" then should these things really hold the power
to bring me down? If I focus on giving thanks in everything rather than
muttering and complaining, what spiritual and emotional dividends could
be reaped? I will never know unless I try.
Picture taken in June 2010 while visiting the magnificently enchanting island of Mackinac, Michigan.
is doing better than expected after his oral surgery yesterday. Thank you to all who sent prayers our way. Despite some swelling and pain, he is doing really well. I have to say, he is
being a much better patient than I would be had the roles been
reversed. Of course, watching football seems to have the amazing ability to cause men to forget most earthly things ... even their pain.
I couldn't resist buying John his favorite candy yesterday as a something-to-look-forward-to-once-you've-recovered treat. Looks rather adorable in this orange, polka-dotted, miniature casserole dish. Adds a pleasantly festive pop against our black bookshelves in the den.
In other news, I am nearly finished with my first attempt at crocheting a purse. It is for my cousin. She loves bright colors. I have to admit I am rather proud of myself as this is the most daring scheme of color and texture I have ever put together on my own. If nothing else, Lucy seems to be quite the fan of this project. I look forward to sharing the completed project with you soon.
The days have been deepy-dark grey here inviting one to hibernate lazily on the couch. We may even get a wintry mix of snow and rain later this evening... and its only October 1st! I am so excited to catch a glimpse of snow, but most of my fellow Ohioans are staunchly against this prospect. Guess I am a bit of a loon when it comes to the white flaky substance. Always have been and always will. My idea of heaven would be to one day own a snowy, Montana mountain retreat.
May your weekend be lovely in every way! (and may snow come my way soon)