Spring will be coming eventually although as I write this we are settling in for a Nor’easter that’s headed our way. We haven’t had a huge storm this year and I figure we are always due for at least one.
I spent so much time last year trying to come up with a pattern for each month of this series. I struggled for so long! This is something I really wanted to do but the ideas just were not coming. I finally decided to set it aside and work on other things. Finally around the first of the year the ideas started to flow and I am so happy I waited! I know myself well enough that if I push ahead just to get something done rather than wait for inspiration I will be disappointed with the results.
I am not disappointed at all with the first three designs. I am following my heart and that is always the best way for me. I have to set aside all the voices in my head telling me what I should be doing and listen to my heart.
I don’t make things just to make things. The process is as important as the finished project. If I don’t like a technique then I won’t move forward no matter what. There is something so soothing about working with my hands. I try not to set deadlines for myself because the added pressure turns off the creative process in my brain. I admit I don’t understand how it all works itself out in there but I know if I let my creative side work in the background while my mind and hands are busy elsewhere eventually the perfect idea will present itself. From that point it is such a simple matter of drawing out the pattern, picking fabrics and getting to work!
Do you see the chippy white paint behind the Welcome sign? That’s my house. She’s a classy old lady who has aged very gracefully. I don’t know her history but someone suggested I head into the village to the historical society. Surely they could give me some clues to her long past. I am blessed everyday that I get to live here. It is fairly large, on a quiet road with nearly 6 acres and it is my home.
Does home mean as much to you as it does to me? I am very intentional about the things I bring into my home as well as the plantings in my yard. When spring comes I will show my new gardens and the beautiful flowers and shrubs I planted last year. I hope that this old (but new to me) home feels like home to my children as well simply because of who lives here. I picture my grandson (and future grandchildren) coming here and picking strawberries in the summer with me or having sleepovers where we stay up way too late, make lots of crafts and enjoy baking cookies together.
You know, it doesn’t really matter where you call home. Home is what and who we make it. It’s the heart and the love. I pray my home is filled to overflowing with love and is a welcoming place for anyone who crosses the threshold.
May you be blessed today. Hop over to my shop to pick up the pattern here. It’s available now and is pretty quick to put together. It can grace your entryway next month as well as mine does!
Blessing to you,