the last jar

Today I'm eating applesauce straight from the jar with a long-handled spoon. Mmm. So tasty. It's my last jar--it's a good thing we're going apple picking soon. Life without homemade applesauce is just not quite right.
Why do they call it canning when everything is put into jars? Perhaps because jarring was already taken.
Another bite. Mmm. I knew adding a few dashes of nutmeg was a good idea.

the day of birth...once again

Well, it's my birthday. That requires a post, right? I must say, I don't have anything super interesting to writeat the moment. But looking back, I noticed the massive "I'm getting older" post I did last year.
Well, I don't feel like doing that again. Partially because I haven't had any coffee yet today and I'm also fighting a cold, so I'm not very lively this morning.
But also because I just don't feel that way. At least not especially today. Some days I feel old and set in my ways and world-weary. Some days I feel ridiculously young and immature. Some days I feel like I could do anything. Some days seem an exercise in futility. Some days I'm traveling a million miles an hour, and some days I'm spinning my wheels.
In other words, it's just life. 27 or 28, doesn't matter. So, today I look forward to a little special treatment--some goodies, a song, perhaps a present or two. But I no longer expect birthdays to be days of magic--the way they used to seem when I was a kid. Like you'd wake up on your birthday and things would have changed. Somehow, someway, the page of the book would have turned--all because of the date on the calendar.
I kind of miss that feeling.
But this morning, as I was driving in to work, the sunrise was absolutely beautiful. Logically, I know it wasn't because it's the date of my birth. It was an awesome sunrise on Monday, too, I think. But the little whimsical part of my brain couldn't help but broadcast that God had just wished me a happy birthday, too. Like some kind of magic.

dots! and a not-so-orange kitchen

Well, no one's perfect, right? Not even me. Ha ha. The orange color I chose for the kitchen wasn't quite...right. Solution? Tone it down by painting the one large wall the same color as the adjoining hallway. It works--without me needing to donate even more cash to the paint store. Add some fantastic curtains (hopefully soon) and I think we'll be in business. Oh...and cupboard doors. My dad has a little spraying booth set up in my garage, so hopefully I'll get them back up soon.

In other, more exciting news, check out this awesome fabric I picked up to slipcover my boring cream-colored chair. It's so purdy!



Well, I just realized I didn't take any pics of my freshly-painted sewing room. Pity. It's downright delicious--my best room yet! Instead, here's my favorite closet...



Don't know if I'll be able to keep it this way, but right now...shoe heaven.