This blog is in the casual style of journal entries and share the tales of my life's adventures: in self musings, my parenting, my marriage, my family, my history, my books, my crafts.
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I have been a fan and fascinated with pictures since I was a young gal. I even had an actual camera that I created a stair collage from one summer. You take pictures to commemorate and/or remember life. I have a lot, A LOT, of pictures/videos since I have married and had my kid. I take pictures of everything, sleeping, sights I see, selfies (although they are usually 2-person selfies), activities, events, animals/people, inanimate objects. I learned it helps cement the act of whatever is going on in my life-also it can be good fodder down the line. *laughs evilly* The other day my child got in on the action (she started out wanting to see herself in videos) and took great delight in snapping video/or pictures that I have now started an album of Luna pics, lol. Who knows maybe it's become something down the line-or not!
The woman stares at the photo album of her kid’s block builds. Should she post them anywhere to share? She and her daughter are so proud of them. They had so much fun doing it, too. However... However, they are all fairly similar. The foundation and framework, as well as the appearance are similar enough that, while she names them differently (sometimes), one would or could think all the photos being viewed are just one build multiplied by however many photos there are. Are there people out there wanting to see them? Does it really matter? Her and her daughter are so proud of them… I find myself metaphorically using building blocks as verbage for a lot of things in life. While the scene above was a concern for showing off literal building blocks photos, it also showcases the vulnerability the woman has for letting the world into her home. The first line of building blocks are usually the foundation. Consider her image of vulnerability but also her want of showing off her child’s bui
So this a book a week thing is harder then I was thinking it would be. Finding books that aren't my normal and slowing down to be able to think and write about it...it takes some effort and time I didn't realize was needed. Also spending all day on a book makes my husband (who gets frustrated with my book reading anyway) a bit grumpy, lol. So This book was based on English women in history between the 1570s and the 1770s. Maids (the young unmarried women) seemed to have the most freedom in terms of how they were thought of. Wives seemed to have most of the work, and widows seemed to be kind of stuck, to be honest (they paid their dues as a wife but couldn't do much with them). The book kept referring to this time as the early modern-day, which I can see, sort of. This time frame had a lot of modern-day thinking, they relied on the medical/science (of the day) and church for all their new and improved, from the home and its housewifely and chide rearing, to the health and
So I want to produce one craft a week (I feel like I am biting off more then I can chew, here, actually). I figured this way my stop and go love/hate relationship and half-finished and just started projects that I am famous for in my house, can all be increased! haha, well, hopefully, the projects will be completed (especially since it will give me something to write about). Today's post: weaving! So I got a weaving kit at some point at the beginning of our stay in NC and realized while i enjoyed the act of weaving and (I really like using them as inner layers for stuff), the lap loom I had, was, well, lap-sized, so it was small with slits for the warp (the vertical material along with the frame) the were evenly spaced but a good 24 of them notched together. I had trouble keeping my warp on the notches, to begin with but it all felt so...claustrophobic-ly small! Once I found ways to use existing furniture that the shape I wanted to weave (it was usually bigger), I quickly ditched