Summer: Bring It!

And it's summer time!

 

 For those faire followers who have hung out

here at Fly & Nest for awhile,

it will come as a shock that I have made

a weather appropriate item.

 

 

Inexplicably,

 when the heat of summer begins to bare down

I find myself time and time again, wool shopping.

 

 

Or,

when I'm 27 months pregnant,

 heavy with child and light of charm

  my earlobes sweating...

I think nothing of piecing together

multi layered quilts that involve nimble body as well as acute wit.

Neither of which I possess in the aforementioned state.

 

 

I now dear reader find myself strangely willing

 to over share with you a little

about my pleasures in bed...

 

Certainly, I've lost you now...:)

 

These pleasures typically involve sleep

and very very heavy duvets,

not realllly appropriate for summer-

or so my sweetie argues.

 

 

There are few things better to my mind than

drifting off to sleep crushed by the weight of a

1 million lb duvet.

Plant a fat house cat on top of the pile,

and swoon...I am at rest.

 

(backing)

 

If I lived in the snow 24-7, I would sleep all day

(my thousands of children would by fine)

But here, here in this land,

there is summer.

And, a sane sweetie,

and therefore....

a quilt.

 

(complete with the vital stuffy pocket)

 

 

Not for me

 (for I have too many...see notation quilting and 3 pregnancies).

 

But for Her:

 

 

For she is the middle.

Not forgotten,

certainly, but the most easy going,

and therefore exploited as such.

 

 

For Nu, who I love and adore

who shall at last be crushed NO more

by duvet of heft and weight you see

she may not love this as much as me.

 

 

Tho curly of lock, and eye of blue

the wiggliest of child and sweetest are you.

A quilt all your own for summer and aft

and now off you must go, dear stinker, to bath!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

White on White on White. Please.

Our house is about to explode.

One breath mint would be enough

to break the surface tension.

"A wafer thin mint"

(thank you Monty Python)

We are just moments away from a big purge.

The shortest shortie is almost done with

the weird but useful baby related things.

The ring of neglect.

The food encrusted high chair.

Out!

In the meantime before the walls close in

around me I decided to attack our kitchen table and paint it white.

Although it doesn't actually change our physical space,

it makes all the difference to my internal space.

I look at it,
live family around it
clean it,
sit beside it,
and feel openness and calm.

I don't have much of a before picture,
except this one that tells you that 

it was wood
and then I stained it years ago using an enviro stain,

that totally didn't work

and left it looking like this:

 

Now it looks like this:

Yeah!

Then I painted the chairs.

 

Immediately after I finished the table with the

3 coats of paint (and the 7 hours between each coat)

then the multi layered sealant and all the drying time between.

And
we finally moved the outdoor picnic table back outside

and dined in house...

Nu stuck a giant band aid on it and up came all the paint.

So much for kid proof!

Back to the drawing board.

At least the drawing board is now a blank slate.