Little Red Riding Hood

I had a five year old looking over my shoulder all weekend saying, "Hurry up there are only two more weeks until Halloween!" Oh my, only two more weeks. So I put the sewing machine in overdrive and finished Little Red Riding Hood's red riding hood.

It was a bit tricky because there aren't many free patterns out there for a child's hooded cape. Most of the patterns that I found were for toddlers or adults. I was also looking for something sturdy. Sicily is lacking a fitting fall jacket for this year and I realized that if I made this well it would be an adequate wrap for our mild southern autumn.

I decided to make my own pattern. This was my first experience with pattern making. It was a little daunting. I'm good at baking because I like to follow the rules. I like having a pattern in hand before I start a sewing project. But I hated to buy a pattern for something that seemed like an easy sew. So I jumped in with what I knew.

I started by tracing out the hood of one of Sicily's hooded sweaters. I traced it out bigger to account for the seams and because we wanted a more fairy tale look. Then after taking some measurements, I made a rough sketch of the half circle that would be the cape. The outer red is flannel and it's lined with a cotton floral print that she picked out. It's very cozy. I had originally planned to make a button closure but there were bound to be mistakes in a roughly estimated pattern. Mine was making the neckline a bit too small. So I improvised and made a tie closure instead. It actually looks a little more story book so it worked out in the end.

Little Red Riding Hood is very pleased. She spent most of yesterday afternoon twirling in it. (Girls will twirl in anything that resembles a skirt.) Then she stopped and reminded me that Little Red Riding Hood can't run the streets naked. She wants a dress and an apron just like the one in the book. Yes ma'am, I'll get right on that. Tomorrow. Today, I promised the boy that we could walk down to the creek and get started on his costume by destroying a dress shirt and some khakis. If that messes with your mind a little, don't worry. It will make more sense later.

No rest for the weary. Oh well. After all, there are only two more weeks until Halloween.

I Like Him

" The course of true love never did run smooth."
- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

We went out this weekend to celebrate twelve years. My date almost fell asleep in his etouffee. He's been working so hard lately. Have I told you that he's working three jobs to help make ends meet? We cut the date short and came home so that he could crash. I wasn't upset. It made me laugh. He is a good man. And even if we don't get as much time together as we'd like sometimes, at the end of the day we fall into the same bed. Our toes touch and it's enough.

Our's is a story in which the above quote is certainly fitting. We have run a hard course in so many ways. Maybe getting grounded for breaking curfew after our first date was an omen we should have given more weight. But that porch swing kiss stole my heart. And I've never gotten it back. No matter our trials or our joys, I'm just simply his. Because after all these years he's still the person I run to when I'm excited and when I'm sad. I still love to bury my head in his chest. I still look forward to him coming home at the end of the day. I still want to go on dates with him. He still makes me laugh. He takes care of me and our kids. He taught each of our children to ride a bike. My children love him and I love him for that. He is still my very best friend.

As much as I am his, he is mine. And though our course may never run smoothly, it will continue.

Last night we curled up on the couch to watch Food Network after experimenting with different ways to cook mushrooms. The whole scene made us the picture of an old married couple. But we're an old married couple that still finds great companionship in the other. It's one thing to say that I still love him, but I think it means more to say that I still like him. And I do. I like him a lot.

Weekends Are For...

...a trip to the pumpkin patch. For exploring a farm, taking a hayride, and petting some goats. For climbing to the top of an old silo that's been turned into a slide. For taking in acres of autumnal landscape. And, most importantly, for picking the perfect pumpkin.

Welcome

My sister gave birth to a beautiful baby girl early this morning. Harlee Kate. She is lovely and perfect. I can't wait to kiss her beautiful little face. And as soon as I get a picture there will be a baby on this blog again. Oooo, a baby. Is there anything better?

Congratulations Hilary and Jon! And welcome little miss Harlee! We send you much love.

Comfort Food

We have had a very busy week full of emotions. Hard homework that brought tears. Bad attitudes that needed readjusting. Hard homework that brought bad attitudes that brought tears. The parents around here are tired and overworked. The older two kids are grumpy and completely over school. And the little one, well what can I say, she's a mischievous little sprite.

Oh, well. The weekend is upon us. But first a little pick-me-up in the form of a platter of chocolate chip cookies.

Apple Preserving Days

I disappeared into the kitchen a few days ago. I finally came out this morning smelling of cinnamon, cloves, and tart apples. I've been apple preserving.

I love preserving. It connects me to the generations that have come before me. I'm going through the same motions that hundreds of women before me have gone through. I love the beauty is such tradition.

When I start setting out mason jars, I am instantly in a hundred year old farm house. I can see the linens on the clothes line out of the window. A chicken coop stands behind it and a fishing pond beyond that. Of course there's a vegetable garden. And everywhere there are wildflowers. Very old school, I know. But this daydream sings deeply to my spirit. I love to let myself sink into it.

Preserving seems daunting to some people but it's really quiet simple. It goes a little something like this. First you open the last jar of apple butter from last season and realize it time to go apple picking.

Then when you get your wagon load of apples home and once you've tired of tripping over the bags, it's time to get out the Ball jars. I find rows of steaming clear jars to be very beautiful sight.

Then you spend the next two days peeling and cutting up apples. Alright, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. But just a bit.

Then you start to cook them into whatever form you like. The whole house starts to smell delicious.


You stir until your arm threatens to fall off. After all, you spent two previous days peeling and chopping. So you bribe your daughter with candy corn to get some help. Oh, like you don't bribe your kids with candy. (Note how fast her arm is moving. She's obviously much better at it anyways.)


If you're making apple butter or apple sauce, eventually your apples start to look something like this. If you're just canning apples, you're already done. I recommend just canning apples. Then again, apple butter is so very good for your soul.


Once your jars are steamed, filled, and processed you are left with all kinds of sweet, apple goodness. We have apple butter, apple sauce, apple pie filling, and cinnamon apples. Mmmm. Can you taste it? Nothing daunting about it. Just a little work with a big pay off. And if your like me, you'll have a lovely little daydream to carry you through.

October First

"There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Oh, October. My soul breathes a deeply, contented sigh on October 1. I love this month. I love the soft, cool breeze blowing through my open windows. I love the swish of the trees in the wind and the way leaves fall lazily to the ground. I love the produce of this season. The pumpkin, the squash, the apples. I love the anticipation of the holiday season that starts to build during this month. I love the cool mornings and evenings. I love the hikes that take us by shades of yellow, red, and orange. Yes, my spirit breathes peace during this lovely month.

And my children, they love October 1 as well. And I believe this comic strip sums up why.

Dog eat Doug by Brian Anderson



Happy October to you all!