I am notorious for filling up journals as fast as I can. My motto is that "every detail tells a story" so of course every detail from my daily life goes into the journal.
Recently, I replaced my old journal with a small black notebook. The solid black was too depressing so I decided to spice it up.
It was my first venture into the world of Mod-Podge:
It was a success if I do say so myself....
My favorite clippings are the words "Use Your Imagination" (thanks to the Western Horseman magazine), the piano keyboard from my American Guild of Organists magazine, and the cross from Cabela's catalog. You'd be surprised to know where I got the rest of these:)
I will be using a lot of Mod-Podge in the future now. It is a must-have for every crafty person.
December 15, 2012
November 29, 2012
50 cent photos
Our family is NOT big on black Friday, but nevertheless we did go shopping. Instead of going to the mall, we went to the local antique shop to see what treasures we could find.
Dad flipped through books, Cabe reveled in his favorite booth full of army gear, and Clara tried on hats.
But I found these:
Dad flipped through books, Cabe reveled in his favorite booth full of army gear, and Clara tried on hats.
But I found these:
(Melvin and Florence as babies)
Being a writer, these pictures sparked my imagination. They made me want to write nonstop about who they were as individuals. What kind of lives did these people lead? The pictures were only 50 cents a piece so I took a whole stack for myself. Sadly there were a few I had to leave behind.
The back of this one says: Irene--age 14 in 1907
I think she would have made an excellent schoolmarm with those glasses.
This one says "Faithfully yours--B. June 1897"
Could there have been romance for this man? :) He looks like a successful businessman who is unaccustomed to rejection or failure.
While I was showing this picture to a friend, I commented on his handsome features. "Yeah," she said. "But who'd wear a tie like that?!"
Poor guy.....
Now this is a strong, capable, sensible looking woman. She is rather a reliable type who would know exactly what to do in any situation.
This is one of my favorites. Doesn't he look like he's about to break a window or make some mischief? Perhaps he's a newsboy with freckles or an orphan in the streets of a large city.
I'm still developing a story for this old man. Somehow -- even as a poor farmer -- he comes into great wealth and buys many expensive items. Despite his fancy attire, the old man continues living with his old habits no matter how hard the aristocrats try to change him. (Wouldn't you think he'd want to shave before getting his picture taken?)
This young man is definitely an ambitious preacher doing his best to build a church in a rebellious small-town community.
There are more pictures that I have, but these were undoubtedly the ones I like the best. My goal is to form a short story around each picture. Any ideas are very welcome!!
November 7, 2012
October 12, 2012
Tex's Sweetheart
She is the sweetest little horse imaginable; small and
rather dainty looking, lovable, and pretty well-tempered even though there is a
sassy streak in her. Tex is fairly head over heels in love with her! Her name
is Kaahla (Kayla) and she is our new Arabian mare.
Height: 14.3 hands high
Age: 20 years old (Arabians usually live longer than the average horse, and Kaahla is not lazy as some people have implied upon learning her age.)
Height: 14.3 hands high
Age: 20 years old (Arabians usually live longer than the average horse, and Kaahla is not lazy as some people have implied upon learning her age.)
Color/markings: Bay –no markings
The first day we got her, Tex (our western,
cowboy-ish-- manly sort of horse) pranced excitedly all around her paddock
until we distracted him with treats. For the rest of the afternoon, he waited
patiently at the gate for Kaahla to come over and sniff noses with him. September 4, 2012
O.I.
Today
is the official start of our annual family vacation on Onset Island , Massachusetts .
Sadly, the Dey clan was unable to make it this year; so to make up for our
absence, we are trying to read as many poems as possible, sing "Capital
Ship" very loudly, play knockout, and read out of the dictionary.
There are however, many things you cannot replace, like the salty air and sandy beaches, the echoing call of the osprey, breath taking sunsets or the mob of cousins running recklessly all over the island.
I have many memories from past
years spent at Onset
Island . For example: the
time I lost my flip flop in the mucky sandbar. While I was fishing around for
it, some people in a passing boat waved to me and shouted (a little too
enthusiastically) "Happy clamming!"
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
--John Masefield
There are however, many things you cannot replace, like the salty air and sandy beaches, the echoing call of the osprey, breath taking sunsets or the mob of cousins running recklessly all over the island.
How
about the time we fixed the copy machine with a hair elastic, or the numerous
times we had to wash cormorant poop off the floating dock? And oh do I remember
the Saturday Night Dance that one year when the floodlights suddenly went out!
I am positive that no one has ever experienced such adventurous and exciting
family vacations as we have.
In our last edition of the Deyly
News we featured a list of "100 Reasons Why You Should Go to Onset Island.”
Here it is:
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
--John Masefield
July 23, 2012
busyness
Between
pool parties, trips out of state, weddings, and a boat ride on the Missouri
River, I regret to say that I have rather neglected my blog this past month.
Among all of these exciting things, I have recently added—to my
hoard of instruments—a flute made by Gemeinhardt. I had been shopping for an Irish
wooden flute to play traditional music on, but this one was more conveniently
priced and will not only play different genres of music, but also in any key
you like. So far, I can play all the major scales, the chromatic scale and one
or two tunes, but I’m still trying to master the fingering and getting a good
sound out of it.
Next thing
on my shopping list: new pipe organ shoes.
Pride and Prejudice
During this past week, my sister Clara and I were hanging out together in the livingroom. We played a game of scrabble,
read some books, and chatted on the couches a while until the brilliant idea came
upon us to watch the movie “Pride and Prejudice” based on one of Jane Austen’s
novels. Afterwards we immediately dressed up and reenacted some of the scenes
only to double over in peals of laughter. Sometimes Clara was Mr. Darcy while I
was Mr. Bingley, and at other times we strutted about like the young ladies at
a ball. The following quote (when recited with the proper amount of despair
and resignation) we found especially funny. It is
important to know that Mr. Collins is rather unattractive and dull much to Mr.
Bennet’s disgust, but has a steady—rather large—income much to Mrs. Bennet’s
delight.
"An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do." ---Mr. Bennet
"An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do." ---Mr. Bennet
---Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
So now I am
reading one of the few Jane Austen books I have yet to read: Northanger Abbey.
"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid." --Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
June 24, 2012
masterpiece
The beginnings
of a good homemade pie start in a blackberry patch. Where else? Today our
berries were just becoming soft and ripened so I thought I’d make a pie. Once
you pick four or five cups of berries you can go straight to the kitchen and wash
your harvest for the sweetening process. Half a cup of sugar, some water, a
little cornstarch; you don’t need much to make it taste good. Dump the berries
into a pie crust, stick it in the oven and you’ve got dessert for tonight---all
finished in a couple of hours.
PIE (with fresh
berries):
(My top
crust tends to be a little patchy looking at times, but it just makes it look
artistic.)
4-5
cups of berries (for 9 inch pie plate)
Mix
in:
2
tablespoons cornstarch
2/3-1
cup sugar (I used ½ a cup)
Let
fruit sit for 15 minutes before pouring into pie plate. Cover with crust. Bake
at 450 degrees F. for
10
minutes before reducing temperature to 350 and baking for 40 -45 minutes.
June 17, 2012
church camp
I
know I haven’t written on my blog in a long time but this time with good
reason! Last week I went to 2012 NEOLA CYF Conference (in other words, church
camp for youth).
Beginning
on Monday, 58 campers gathered together for the full camp experience including zip
lining, making new friends, games of
gaga (a game with which we were slightly obsessed), late nights out, talent
show, dancing, bug bites, cold showers, and many more small things which make
up the fond memories everybody has of camp. But because it was a Christian
church camp, we also had Bible studies, worship every night, prayer partners
and key-point scriptures. Despite how little sleep I got, I came away from camp
rejuvenated and ready to become a witness of God.
It was sad
(naturally) to leave camp, but I am looking forward to next year—even more so
than usual because I signed up for council. That means I get to meet up with
other council members and help plan the week of next year’s camp. It’s like
being a camper and a leader at the same time!
So in
conclusion to this rambling blog post I would like to say that camp was an
amazing experience for me. The Bible studies taught me much about our Savior, and
worship was especially personal and meaningful to me. I will continue on through
the year using camp as an example to hold up for others and remembering sincerely
the large step forward which I took in my spiritual journey. June 4, 2012
sewing up a storm
It's not often that I have the time to lay my hands on a good craft/sewing project, but since today was unofficially a day of rest in our household, I decided to finish some projects and see what I could find to work on. Not that I'm a terribly great seamstress or anything, but sewing is something I like to do, so at least there are good intentions and love (if not craftsmanship) thrown into each undertaking.
Firstly, I found (in my deep dank closet) a baby afghan that I had started for my niece Amelia.
Today I finished it off, though I only hope
that the middle isn't too noticeably bulgy.
The next one will be better I promise!
Next, I found (in our overflowing fabric box) some quilt blocks left over from a quilt Mom had made many years ago. It was a lot of fun designing the pinwheel design and sewing the blocks together to create a small quilt top. It was quite easy considering that the piecing had already been done for me:)
Firstly, I found (in my deep dank closet) a baby afghan that I had started for my niece Amelia.
Today I finished it off, though I only hope
that the middle isn't too noticeably bulgy.
The next one will be better I promise!
Next, I found (in our overflowing fabric box) some quilt blocks left over from a quilt Mom had made many years ago. It was a lot of fun designing the pinwheel design and sewing the blocks together to create a small quilt top. It was quite easy considering that the piecing had already been done for me:)
And yes, that is my fantastic
sewing machine that I won at the sewing expo in Kansas City ! It's wonderful to work with, and
(with the assistance of a built in touch screen) does small embroidery projects
for me.
My final sewing venture of the
morning consisted of nearly finishing a baby quilt for my nephew, Ian. (It's
awful hard keeping up with these nieces and nephews:) It really has been a
joint project between me and Clara, but today I took the bit in my mouth and
worked on it some. I tied the back and the front together, and sewed the
binding on (though it still needs a little more work.) It doesn't look half bad,
if I do say so myself.
I especially love the little gangster dogs
and cats that we put in it!
All
in all, it was a hard day's work and it was nice to have the feeling of
accomplishment. Now, for hemming my brother's pants!
May 10, 2012
indecision
It
is pathetic that an inconsistent blogger such as I, should have changed her
blog title twice in the last 6
months! Unfortunately, the first one (Kimblewick) just didn’t sound right, and
the second (Country Girl) isn’t very original.
And so because I was faced with this difficult situation of choosing a more permanent blog title, I decided to give it my dedicated attention. (I had nothing else to do since I was in bed with the chicken pox.) Hence the new blog title you now see: “landsflicka”.
If you think about it (and happen to know one or two words in Swedish) you discover that “landsflicka” is really “country girl” in Swedish! Switching the language turns a rather plain phrase into something distinguishable. Not to mention, the voice on Google translator makes it sound nice.
And while I was making major changes to my blog, I added the picture of the Belgian horse you see up top. Dad actually got the picture in Mexico (not Sweden) but I liked it so much and the color of the barn matched my blog. Now I will try better to make all of this work worthwhile by improving the consistency and quality of my posts. (Ha!)
And so because I was faced with this difficult situation of choosing a more permanent blog title, I decided to give it my dedicated attention. (I had nothing else to do since I was in bed with the chicken pox.) Hence the new blog title you now see: “landsflicka”.
If you think about it (and happen to know one or two words in Swedish) you discover that “landsflicka” is really “country girl” in Swedish! Switching the language turns a rather plain phrase into something distinguishable. Not to mention, the voice on Google translator makes it sound nice.
And while I was making major changes to my blog, I added the picture of the Belgian horse you see up top. Dad actually got the picture in Mexico (not Sweden) but I liked it so much and the color of the barn matched my blog. Now I will try better to make all of this work worthwhile by improving the consistency and quality of my posts. (Ha!)
May 3, 2012
A World of Horses
I
was especially lucky this year to be able to go to the RolexThree Day Event in Lexington ,
Kentucky for my birthday!
One of the demonstrations we
attended was performed entirely on Friesians. There were 4 of them pulling a
wagon, one of them being ridden in dressage, and another in training for harness.
Remind me to get one (or two) of these magnificent creatures when I grow up.
Cross Country was next on our
list. We managed to find a nice shady spot to sit on the grass and eat our
lunch as the horses went by. Cabe and Dad became our professional photographers
and only got about---300 pictures, while Clara, Mom and I were the cheering
squad.
The picture on the bottom is of William Fox-Pitt who actually ended up winning the Rolex this year.
Our AMAZING trip concluded with
the World Championship Freestyle Reining Competition. There were only about 12
competitors but they were all absolutely wonderful! (Much to our dismay, Stacy
Westfall was unable to compete in this event due to a minor injury her horse
had.)
It was a great way to end our
adventure---but I plan on going next year if at all possible!
It was really quite an adventure
we undertook to go see this event. Firstly, our hotel wasn't all that great
(besides being surrounded by sprawling horse farms,) and we ended up
"roughin' it" for the first day or two. That meant trying not to get
lost on highway, trying not to spend too much money, and trying to figure out
why that bathroom smelled burnt.
Secondly, we truly didn't know
what to expect on our first day at the Kentucky Horse
Park . We must have walked
at least 50 miles rushing around trying to see all of the horse shows and
exploring the stables and museums.
Still, at the end of the day, we felt that we had managed pretty
well----for tenderfoots. Clara and I had been able to watch a good 3 hours of
the dressage anyways, getting badly sunburned in the process:) We absolutely
loved seeing such beautiful horses.
For
our second day at the Rolex, we were much better prepared, having examined the
map and carefully decided which events to go to.
Also,
the five of us were able to see a presentation called "Hall of
Champions" where in a large gazebo, famous retired racehorses were paraded
about for the audience. Among these horses were Be a Bono, Funny Cide, Cigar,
and Da Hoss.
The picture on the bottom is of William Fox-Pitt who actually ended up winning the Rolex this year.
I would like to thank both Cabe and Dad
for providing pics for this post!
April 8, 2012
He is Risen!
Happy Easter Sunday! Today was a lovely
day to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.
On our way to church this morning, Mom was
reading to us some Easter prayers by Peter Marshall (The Prayers of Peter Marshall by Catherine Marshall.) Now I
know that I have a tendency to quote other people on my blog a lot! but this
prayer was so inspiring that I just had to share it with you....
“We
thank Thee for the beauty of this day, for the glorious message that all nature
proclaims: the Easter lilies with their waxen throats eloquently singing the
good news; the birds, so early this morning, impatient to begin their song;
every flowering tree, shrub, and flaming bush, a living proclamation from Thee.
O open our hearts that we may hear it, too!
Lead
us, we pray Thee, to the grave that is empty, into the garden of the
Resurrection where we may meet our risen Lord. May we never again live as if
Thou were dead!
In Thy presence restore our faith, our
hope, our joy. Grant to our spirits refreshment, rest and peace. Maintain
within our hearts an unruffled calm, an unbroken serenity that no storms of
life shall ever be able to take from us.
From this moment, O living Christ, we ask
Thee to go with us wherever we go; be our Companion in all that we do. And for
this greatest of all gifts, we offer Thee our sacrifices of thanksgiving.” Amen.
“He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.”
Matthew 28:6
April 3, 2012
pearls
Forgive me for not having posted in so long! Being sick didn’t help matters of course, and neither does being terribly busy all the time, but then again—when does anyone have any “extra” time to spend?
“Anne: "But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice".
Marilla: "I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones".”
And since it is almost my fifteenth birthday.....
So—speaking of having extra time, here are a few quotes from L.M. Montgomery that I found from online. Most of them are from Anne of Green Gables though a few are from other novels that she’s written. Each and every book of hers that I’ve read is a delightful balance of inspiration, humor, romance and human eccentricity making the stories come alive with character.
“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
“Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.”
Marilla: "I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones".”
“I heard someone once say that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.”
-Rilla of Ingleside
-Rilla of Ingleside
February 7, 2012
waiting for spring
I know it’s much too early for spring, but it’s nice to think of what’s to come in these next few months and there’s always the little reassurances we see everyday in preparation for such a wonderful season.
The Governor’s Garden (a few blocks east of the Missouri Capitol) is already planted full of tulip bulbs. Mom usually calls them ‘laurel’s tulips’ since they are in full bloom on my birthday so it's nice to already see the garden signs reading: ‘stay off of tulip beds—bulbs in ground.’ Here’s a preview of what they’ll look like even though the colors vary from year to year. They’re always a pleasant surprise!
Our family is famous for our creek walks. Every year we go for creek walks on my birthday since there are no ticks out yet and the young greenery is pleasing to the eye. (It really is quite convenient to have a spring birthday...) There are rocks to climb, tadpoles to admire, and the cheery songbirds to listen to. This is not to mention the deep pools left over from heavy rainfall to swim in and numerous mud fights amongst the more foolish members of our tribe.
New life is always a sure sign of spring. The picture of this morning dove nest was taken last year when the nest was discovered in our favorite climbing tree. Spring also ushers forth the playful foals on a farm close to our house, the German shepherd puppies we’re expecting this March and on special occasion delicate fawns crossing the back roads close behind their mother.
Now I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:
Don’t you see why I love spring? It is the refreshing, jubilant season when everyone rejoices that winter is over at last. When I first started this blog, my first post was about how I love winter. Notice however, that it was written in December when winter in Missouri is just beginning. Now, just the thought of warm weather and growing things has invigorated my mind. I simply cannot wait!
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
The Governor’s Garden (a few blocks east of the Missouri Capitol) is already planted full of tulip bulbs. Mom usually calls them ‘laurel’s tulips’ since they are in full bloom on my birthday so it's nice to already see the garden signs reading: ‘stay off of tulip beds—bulbs in ground.’ Here’s a preview of what they’ll look like even though the colors vary from year to year. They’re always a pleasant surprise!
Our family is famous for our creek walks. Every year we go for creek walks on my birthday since there are no ticks out yet and the young greenery is pleasing to the eye. (It really is quite convenient to have a spring birthday...) There are rocks to climb, tadpoles to admire, and the cheery songbirds to listen to. This is not to mention the deep pools left over from heavy rainfall to swim in and numerous mud fights amongst the more foolish members of our tribe.
This is a perfect example of how we spend most spring mornings |
Soooooooooooooooooooo appealing! |
I love the strong and graceful steeple against the turmoil of the clouds |
Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
January 27, 2012
Good ol' Xenephon
With the onslaught of modern technology, our homeschool principal (a.k.a. Dad) decided to buy the class an e-book to keep up with the times.
So far we’ve been generously taking turns with it and since it was my turn today, I chose to spend my afternoon reading “On Horsemanship” by Xenephon.
Here is one excerpt which I find to be a very true statement:
“That a horse takes pleasure in swift movement, may be shown conclusively. As soon as he has got his liberty, he sets off at a trot or gallop, never at a walking pace; so natural and instinctive a pleasure does this action afford him, if he is not forced to perform it to excess; since it is true of horse and man alike that nothing is pleasant if carried to excess.”
And here’s another selection which is excellent advice for horse owners.
“It is desirable that the groom should be ordered to carry out the dung and litter of the horse to some one place each day. By so doing, he will discharge the duty with least trouble to himself, and at the same time be doing the horse a great kindness.”
Unfortunately, I am not only ‘master’ but also ‘groomer’ or I would wholly agree with the idea of such promptness. As it is, I just cleaned out Tex ’s stall this morning and hope I shall not have to do it for another week.
Don’t you just love Xenephon? I rather like his common sense and forthrightness which comes through so plainly in his writing.
“The one best precept—the golden rule—in dealing with a horse is never to approach him angrily. Anger is so devoid of forethought that it will often drive a man to do things which in a calmer mood he will regret.”
“Supposing a man has shown some skill in purchasing his horses, and can rear them into strong and serviceable animals, supposing further he can handle them in the right way, not only in the training for war, but in exercises with a view to display, or lastly, in the stress of actual battle, what is there to prevent such a man from making every horse he owns of farm more value in the end than when he bought it, with the further outlook that, unless some power higher than human interpose, he will become the owner of a celebrated stable, and himself as celebrated for his skill in horsemanship.”
The latter is a position I would gladly take if I were only as knowledgeable as Xenephon! But for now, I am very happy enjoying the company of Tex.
I love horses—perhaps even a little bit too enthusiastically—(the phrase “there’s a pretty horse!” passes my lips more than often during John Wayne movies) so I hope to put this love to work one of these days.....
January 21, 2012
Under Construction
This is our latest construction project which also allows us to play outside and get some exercise at the same time. It’s a ‘fort’ that Cabe, Clara, and Austin have been working on for a couple of weeks. (They only get to work on it for a couple hours in the afternoon which is why it’s taking us so long.) I just started helping out yesterday by cutting some dead cedar trees for the roof and hauling up rocks from the creek for a rock wall.
The hardest part of building it is trying to use as many natural resources as possible. We’re not using hammers and nails, utilizing as little man made materials as possible, and limiting ourselves to only the necessary tools (hatchet, spade, saw, etc.) I’m amazed at how nice it looks so far. These pictures were taken yesterday right before I began helping:
The hardest part of building it is trying to use as many natural resources as possible. We’re not using hammers and nails, utilizing as little man made materials as possible, and limiting ourselves to only the necessary tools (hatchet, spade, saw, etc.) I’m amazed at how nice it looks so far. These pictures were taken yesterday right before I began helping:
If you look closely you can see the two trees which serve as our front corner posts, and in the back there are two conveniently located boulders. To these posts we have lashed four stout cedar trees to support the ‘rafters’ which in turn will hold up the roof. To do this we have been using some nice yellow rope from a hardware store which works very well.
The walls will be a bit of a problem as will the draining system (for which we might have to use PVC pipes) but so far we are very pleased with it. We might even sleep out in it this summer! Further pictures and reports will be posted.
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