They Are Plotting Against Me

I mean for me. . . .

no, against me. . . .

well, whichever???

Over the past several months,

I have spent lots of time and energy decluttering.

Part of this process included going through my fabrics.

It a most cruel process having to decide which to keep

and which to be rid of.

The other day, I was in a thrift shop down town and

happened to run into someone and, as it turns out,

we know a few folks in common.

(Small towns, it's more uncommon not to know someone in common.)

We chatted a bit about what we were hunting for.

When I told her I like to just see if there are fabrics

that could be use for stitching, she asked

if I ever used wool.

Well, of course I love wool.

She asked if I could use some pieces so I said sure.

I've had folks offer a piece here and there.

It's usually just that - a piece or two.

She brought me two large garbage bags and a big box.

There were pieces like the picture above and others

that were wool garments that had been washed.

She said she thought she would make a rug one time

but has never gotten around to it.

When I asked her if she wanted any of it back if I didn't think I would use it,

she almost "Noed" before I finished asking.

I have about 3-4 garments left to get the zippers out of,

seams opened up, buttons off, etc.

I've now come to realize, it's hopeless.

I am a fabric-aholic.

I don't think this disease is curable:)

WooHoo!

Until next time,

Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches

A Big Project Completed~ falling trees

Sometime back,

I mentioned that I had difficulty in cutting trees on our place.

There was one in particular that Mr. LB was not fond of.

It's a pine (which I love) that happened to grow in a very unfortunate spot.

Behind our shop and lean-to where the wood is,

there is an area that once had a falling down, rotting, wooden garage/barn

and two still houses as well as various scruff trees and brush.

The still houses went shortly after moving in 15 years ago.

The barn went about 5 years ago.

Gradually, we have cleaned up the area in hopes to park back here.

The only problem was - trees.

There was a huge cottonwood on the neighbors side that would

drop limbs, branches, leaves, and those sticky pods.

Then there was also our crooked pine tree.

I don't have a picture of the cottonwood while standing, but
you'll see the large rounds.

Now, usually if I consent to fall a tree, Mr. LB is immediately there with

chainsaw in hand, zip-zip like you would see in a cartoon.

These were a little different.

The neighbor's cottonwood was at least 4 feet in diameter at the base and

leaned in the direction of our shop.

Our pine was not as large, but leaned toward the neighbor's house.

Long story short (sorta) with proper notching,

jacks, pully system, and tractors, the trees fell towards the river

with no injury to any structure or person.

Here is the cottonwood already fallen, and the pine fell right behind it.

Then there was some cleaning up so the stump could be removed, and

the trees could be pulled from the river.

If we were to leave them, they were big enough that they would

most likely cause damage down river - not what we want.

It took some doing as the tree was well rooted, but 'we' finally got it.

It left quite the divot.

There it goes.

 And here's what remains.  You can see the cottonwood stump in
the upper right hand corner.

The neighbor is great on his tractors and back filled pretty well.

Then came getting those monsters out of the river.

This is the base of the pine.

Deciding the best way to lift them up and pull them out at the same time.

After much maneuvering. . .

And by the time Mr. LB was packing up, here's what it looked like.
Over by the lean-to are the fence panels that were removed in order
to fall the trees.

After a couple evenings, of moving gravel around and bucking up
the remaining logs, we finally got to park back here.
I didn't get a picture of it cleaned up before we started moving rigs
back here.  And yep, we have old rigs.
We don't worry about scratches and such when we go get wood
or haul things.  (These are both 4WD & not our daily drivers.) 

We'll get one more load of gravel at some point since there is still a dip
where the stump was, but it's so nice to have it all cleaned up.
Out front can now be cleaned up since there's nothing parked there now.

Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches

Dipping Beeswax Candles

It's autumn. . .

Isn't it just delightful?

The days are getting a little shorter at each end.

One routine around here that I absolutely treasure

is that we set the coffee up in the evening with the timer so it is ready

when we awake each morning.

Mr. LB goes downstairs and gets our coffee

while I brush my teeth, use the facilities, and light a candle.

With the exception of a month or so in midsummer when it's already light,

I light a candle every morning.

The candle light is so much easier to wake to.

We sit in bed and drink our coffee by candlelight every morning.

Perhaps that's a little personal,

but I love that line Meg Ryan had in "You've Got Mail,"

"If it's not personal, what's the point?"

(Do you have a morning routine?)

Anyways, I go through quite a few taper candles this way.

I often find them at thrift stores since many folks use them for decor only.

I figure that's better than buying new,

but they are still made of paraffin which is a petroleum product.

I've wanted to dip my own candles for some time

using beeswax of course.

I took this morning to do just that.

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The first thing I do is get the beeswax melting since that takes a little while.
You will need a tall slender 'vessel' (or olive oil tin:?) and a larger one for water
so that the heat is indirect.  (medium heat)

Then I got my wicks prepared and paper spread.

Here's my meager yet functional set up:

I cut #3 wick to about 27 inches long then tied a nut to each end.

The little hangers I just made from wire then tapped nails into a scrap of wood

and hung it from the cabinet pulls.  It worked pretty well.

I used a stuffing stick (for stuffing craft projects) to make sure the wax is all melted since it's not a transparent wax.

I then dipped each set twice.

This makes a good start so I then trim the nuts off 

leaving as much wick as possible.

I actually laid them on the counter to cut them but showed you this way

so I could hold the scissors and take the picture at the same time:)

All trimmed.

You'll notice the little black marks on the wicks.

I measured from the nut up to 8 inches and marked it

so I knew how deep to dip them.

That was a tip I had heard so tried it.

I won't do that next time.  It's unsightly, and

it's easy enough just to gage by the level of wax in the olive oil tin.

After trimming the nuts off~

These I put in a clean tin can (veggie can) on another burner (on low heat.)

When the wax had melted off, I carefully poured it back into the large

dipping tin - no wasting good wax.

The bits of wick, I'll pull off and throw in compost and reuse the nuts.

After a total of 10 dips~

At this point I used an old crummy knife to trim the ends blunt.
If you've never used beeswax, be forewarned:
it is extremely difficult to get off of anything!
Please do not use your good paring knife.

I dipped them 8 more times (so now 18 dips) and trimmed the ends again.
This leaves two final dips to round off the bottoms and
make them look nice.
For 8 inches tall, I dipped them 20 times. 
If I were making 10-12 inch candles, I would go about 25-30 dips.
Just so they 'look' proportional to me but fit in the candle holder.

These turned out just as I desired and will be a great size 
for the little candle holder I use each morning.

I do have to admit one thing.  I didn't have extra wax today.
If you are making these, you should have some extra so that
as you dip the candles and the level of the wax declines, 
you can add more to keep the level up so the whole candle gets dipped.
In order to get the last 5 dips, 
I used the law of displacement:
(a great example/lesson for students)
I filled a narrow bottle with hot water and put it in the tin of wax
to one side in order to bring the level back up,
but then I had to be careful not to bump the candles over on the bottle.
I'll have to get more wax before I make more candles.

Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches

Are You Running Yourself Ragged?

Imagine if you will for a moment a piece of cloth

woven with warp and weft.

Now carefully pick one thread from anywhere on the cloth

and give it a gentle tug.

You can make an unsightly loop or even pull 

the thread entirely from the cloth.

If you were to pick threads randomly from both sides wither and tither, 

you would end up with a pretty tattered and ratty

looking piece of cloth.

The cloth in this scenario is of course, our heart and soul,

our character, our physique, and our being.

Every person we encounter, task we tend to, errand we run, 

and decision we make are all tugs at the fabric of who we are.

Obviously some are menial and with a rub of the thumb

can be smoothed back into place.

Others require a bit more effort to work back into that even weave.

And yet others, well, we might just need a new thread

and our darning needle to repair.

Like anything, it's better to keep at things before they get to that point.

But it can be difficult.

We have demands being made of us at a rather alarming rate

if you think about it, and we don't even realize it.

In addition to the big ones: get to work on time, perform said duties,

kids to school, etc. there are thousands of others.

Car- fill me with gas or I won't run.

Phone- answer me or I'll keep ringing.

Critters and garden- water (feed) me or I'll die and won't feed you.

grocery clerk- pay me or you can't have your items.

Most of these are just understood, but they are still a tug.

They are not necessarily bad or harmful, but when too many 

rain upon us at once, we can be left

'hanging on by a thread.'

Equally important is the fact that we need time to be alone with ourselves

and keep our souls smooth.

There are times when we don't want to go anywhere or talk to anyone.

Time alone at home talking and listening to God and just being

seems necessary.

I think He made the seasons the way they are for a reason.

Just about the time we have run ourselves ragged,

the days start getting a little shorter and

the nights longer and colder.

It seems to go against mainstream society,

but He is almost pushing us back inside come evening-time saying,

"Rest up."

Like most children, we don't always listen as we should.

If this is where you are,

I would like this post to serve as that gentle voice that says,

"It's okay.  Take a breath."

Take a few moments to smooth out those little loops and

remember winter will be here soon, and we'll have more time

to spend with that darning needle.

Until next time,

Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches