Frozen

Everything is frozen….the trees, the ground, the outside world in general, my brain, my feet.  Everything.  And it’s NOT for the first time in forever….You know I had to get at least one reference in here, with a title like that! 🙂  Well, not everything is frozen, but a lot of things- it’s just easier and more dramatic to simply state everything.  I had wanted to write something about the snow, or about times coming when there will be no more snow(hopefully…..), but my mind being in the current state that it is, I have nothing that is too exciting to write this week- or read, in your case.  All I can say is that it is snowing again, that it really is quite beautiful, but also that I am quite ready for spring to visit(and perhaps, stay a while?), and here is some poetry you might enjoy.  One is by Emily Dickinson, another by Christina Rossetti(my favorite poet, or poetess?), and the last I just read this morning, for the first time, but liked a fair amount. *Note: I didn’t like it because Monsieur Frost has any horribly virtuous qualities, but rather I admired Miss Gould’s imagination and portrayal of a character. 🙂  Thanks for reading what I am inclined to believe is my shortest post ever, and have a lovely week!  And if you would like to, let me know which of these three poems is your favorite.  Or tell me your favorite poem, and I’ll check it out! 🙂

March

We like March, his shoes are purple,

He is new and high;

Makes he mud for dog and peddler,

Makes he forest dry;

Knows the adder’s tongue his coming,

And begets her spot.

Stands the sun so close and mighty

That our minds are hot.

News is he of all the others;

Bold it were to die,

With the blue-birds buccaneering

On his British sky.

                                           -Emily Dickinson

  A Wintry Sonnet

A Robin said:  The Spring will never come,

And I shall never care to build again.

A Rosebush said:  These frosts are wearisome,

My sap will never stir for sun or rain.

The half Moon said:  These nights are fogged and slow,

I neither care to wax nor care to wane.

The Ocean said:  I thirst from long ago,

Because earth’s rivers cannot fill the main.-

When Springtime came, red Robin built a nest,

And trilled a lover’s song in sheer delight.

Grey hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might

Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core

The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest,

Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore.

                                           –Christina Rossetti    

The Frost

The Frost looked forth, on still, clear night,

And he said, “Now I shall be out of sight;

So through the valley and over the height

In silence I’ll take my way.

I will not go like that blustering train,

The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,

Who make so much bustle and noise in vain,

But I’ll be as busy as they!”

The he went to the mountain, and powdered its crest,

He climbed up the trees, and their boughs he dressed,

With diamonds and pearls, and over the breast

of the quivering lake he spread

A coat of mail, that it need not fear

The downward point of many a spear

Tat he hung on its margin, far and near,

Where a rock could rear its head.

He went to the windows of those who slept,

And over each pane like a fairy crept,

Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped,

By the light of the moon were seen

Most beautiful thing. There were flowers and trees,

There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees,

There were cities, thrones, temples, towers, and these

All pictured in silver sheen!

But he did one thing that was hardly fair,-

He peeped in the cupboard, and, finding there

That all had forgotten for him to prepare,-

“Now, just to set them a thinking,

I’ll bite this basket of fruit,” said he;

“This costly pitcher I’ll burst in three,

And the glass of water they’ve left for me

Shall ‘tchick!’ to tell them I’m drinking.”

                                           –Miss Gould

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From Belgium, With Love (Part 2)

Custom Order Mohawk Hat

Brown and Beige to Belgium!

Well, it’s finished…. And actually, it’s already in Belgium!  Or so I’ve been told…. I had a few glitches along the way, but my first international order is coming to a close.

Last Wednesday(not a day ago Wednesday, but a week ago Wednesday), I put the finishing touches on my custom order.  I got home from work, and prepared myself to felt the Mohawk.  Just to let you know, a Mohawk hat must be felted, or it looks like a rug on top of a hat.  To get the spiky Mohawk, you have to soak it in soapy hot water and aggravate the wool in it.  Yes, I was aggravating my wool.  Anyway, I nearly had a heart attack when my wool wouldn’t felt.  Like, I repeated the process several times and it was *still* a floppy mess- there were no spikes involved.  Well, other than the imaginary spikes in my head, getting closer and closer to popping my balloon of success and happiness about my first international custom order.  And that above is why I rarely ever make creative comparisons- because my creativity is wacko and my comparisons stink…. So, back to my story…. The wool was NOT getting aggravated-  I was getting aggravated.  So, after probably the 10th time(very little exaggeration involved here….) of little success, I got more aggressive.  Instead of rubbing it in between my hands, which has always worked before, I started rubbing it fiercely against a flat, but textured surface.  My hopes of it working were low, but I was also getting pretty desperate at this point- I HAD to ship it out by the following Tuesday, I was almost out of yarn, and there was absolutely no way I could make another one.  Imagine my massive surprise(and even more relief!) when it actually worked!

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The day after that, Thursday, I took my little project to the post office.  I was quite happy that it seemed to be sent without a hitch.  Friday I checked the tracking number- USPS says that number doesn’t exist.  I thought that was okay- it was only the day after, and with all the Valentine’s Day mail….. Yes, I was grasping for excuses.  And they only got worse from there over the weekend, when my package and it’s tracking number *still* didn’t exist!  Monday I tried to call the post office, but then I realized it was President’s Day.  Sigh…..So, Tuesday, almost a week later, I finally talked to the nice post office lady.  Apparently, their computer system crashed or something like that, and she couldn’t check it at the time.  She called me back yesterday, but I was at work.  I returned her call today(tag- she’s it!) and got good news- my package is already in Belgium!  I’m not too excited that I can’t see it myself on the computer, but I was told that the problem is a result of that computer crash last Thursday.  So, now I have to play the waiting game and see how it goes about getting to my customer in Belgium.  We’ll see!

Thanks for reading!  If you didn’t get to see the original post, click here.  If you would like to see the original custom order from my Etsy shop, click here.

Have a lovely day!!!

How Many Heartbeats Do You Have?

An interesting thought was offered to me the other day- not revolutionary, but merely something I’d never thought of before.  And it seems appropriate to write about, since the Day of pink, red, roses, and hearts EVERYWHERE is coming up….(that’s Valentine’s Day, if I wasn’t clear enough) 😉

The thought was “Your heart only has so many heartbeats”.  Have you ever thought of that?  Yes it’s a TON of heartbeats, probably millions and billions, but eventually you run out.  Note: this is not meant to be disHEARTening(haha, see what I did there), it just sounds like it right now.  Keep reading!

When I heard that, I started thinking-   What is my heart beating for?  How am I spending my heartbeats?  Who am I sharing them with?  Are they being used wisely?  Because you know, I only have so many to use….

God gives us as many heartbeats as we need to accomplish His purpose for us, and touch other lives(and their heartbeats). 🙂  In return, we have people in our lives that make our heartbeats special(they might even make our hearts beat faster!  But that actually isn’t so good in this context….you’ll run out faster).

So this upcoming lovey-dovey day, consider how you are spending your heartbeats, and who you are spending them with.

Have a Happy Valentine’s Day!

From Belgium, With Love

This week, I finally went international!  Would you like to take a guess at how I accomplished this feat???

I have never actually traveled internationally, so that is not it. Come to think of it, I’ve never even ridden in an airplane…. *Mark that on the to-do list*

No one from Belgium is coming to visit me….and that wouldn’t make me the country-hopper anyway.

If you have any more creative guesses feel free to comment them below, but I’m going to tell you anyway- something I have knitted is going to Belgium!  Last Monday I received a custom order through Etsy for a Mohawk hat in brown and beige.  The order wasn’t exactly ‘with love’ because I don’t know this person, but I couldn’t resist the title….And the hat shall be sent with love!  After it’s knitted and felted with love.  🙂  So, that is my excitement for this week.

If you would like to see the original, look here.   You’ll have to use your imagination for the brown and beige part though, because I don’t have any pictures yet.  Perhaps I shall when my work is done!  The body of the hat is going to be dark brown, and the exciting Mohawk part will be beige.  My dear customer didn’t request a letter, like the original has, but it’s his order so I’m happy to accommodate!

And now, I have a simple tongue-twister for you- “Brown and beige to Belgium”…..Say that five times fast. 🙂

Thank you very much for reading and have a wonderful week!  I’m off to go a-knitting….