My Table was a housewarming gift from my sis-in-law when my family moved a year ago. My Table was painted by all the boys in my life. My Table was intended for the front yard…but My Table filled with life in my backyard. This is a 1 year glance with My Table:
Prep and Painting took several days in short bursts, but was done by both our families so that we would each have a Table. Turquoise was our color; modeled after the great Kristin Schell, who has a beautiful following with her #theturquoisetable phenomena. We both love all that she is doing with community across our country.
My heart knew that this Table needed to be in our backyard. We had moved based on the hunger my family had to have a backyard to play in, dream in, run and be still in. The previous 2 years we had hardly set foot in our yard because it was a large hill with mud slides. This new yard, this new table…it beckoned us to come outside.
One day I snuck outside and set up snacks on the Table while boys were playing. It wasn’t even 5 minutes before the table was covered in hungry boys and conversations.
I looked outside one morning and found my 9-year-old sitting at the Table whittling a stick. This was carried over from time spent with PawPaw.
Even snowflakes enticed us out as the boys had fun “drawing” in them on the Table.
When Spring burst forth, we gathered all the chickadees and had egg hunts around the Table.
And with warm weather, came opportunities to invite friends and family over and do life outside. Coloring sessions, card games, checkers and eating took place regularly on the table. Kids lingered until dusk and generations linked in games at the Table.
On several occasions throughout the Summer there have been strategy meetings at the Table. Neighbor friends hashing out plans for attack in the latest battle in boys’ imaginations.
Our family raises turtles, and when we received a baby one from cousins, it happened to be at the Table.
My mom had a miraculous recovery from a horrendous incident this year, and this picture of her with my youngest son at the Table is more beautiful to my eyes than I can express.
3 generations of men in our family sit at the Tables during a Father’s Day brunch. (We pulled both families tables together for one long sitting for all)
Many Bible Quilt sessions have seen the Tables with friends, family, neighbors and guests. The table gave way for opening up our hearts to others and sharing our sacred space.
As all the seasons come full circle, quiet retreats call my boys to the Table one-by-one.
The last of Summer bubbles were danced through the yard while the Table held the treasured content.
This Table of mine is quite special. We celebrate a year with it, and our lives are richer for it. What a heartfelt gift given to me; what a priceless piece to store up memories on. I can hardly wait to take it for a spin this second year! I can see the Autumn leaves falling on it now!
Enjoy your spaces. Soak up your family. Invite your friends. Share it with guests. Rest and refresh at your Tables.
So back in my student teaching days, the artist in me craved a creative outlet. I was intrigued with papier-mache and decided to give it a try. I wanted to be able to create something that I could paint with vivid colors and lots of patterns.
And that is how these papier-mache fish came to be!
I have to admit that in honesty, it became a little addictive. I found myself getting other tasks done quickly so I could continue in the layering and painting process of these fish. My imagination had plenty of space to roam with color combinations and patterns.
I started by blowing up balloons and hanging them in doorways, (thanks mom and dad for ducking every time you entered the kitchen!) I cut poster board and fashioned fins and gills to the balloon. Next was the layering process of papier-mache with newsprint, and a flour and water paste. Many layers with plenty of time to dry in-between…several days to get the form set.
Once the layers were complete and the drying time had passed, the fun part of creating the personality of the fish came! By cutting a large circle at the top of the balloon, a mouth was formed; trimming to make smooth edges. From there, I took them outside to spray them white so that my bold colors would shine, and to protect the newsprint with sealant.
My Happy Place is definitely painting bright colors onto things!
It is easy to look at the beautiful designs of tropical fish to get your patterns from; and the skies the limit on the color combos! Once I was completely satisfied and had my fill of paint, I took each fish outside and again sprayed it; this time with a high gloss clear polyurethane to make it really sparkle and seal it properly.
These papier-mache fish are very lightweight and durable. My original set I have had for 20 years and they are doing great!! When I started teaching art, I found joy in taking clear fishing line and hanging these fish ALL over the ceiling of the classroom like one huge mobile project. To see so many across the ceiling made you feel like you were under the ocean. It was unexpected and fun!
For outdoor summer parties, my fish have been known to “swim” through the trees! Hanging them at different levels on branches is eye-catching and whimsical.
Adults and kids can easily do this project One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, 100 fish… that’s up to you!It is a very inexpensive craft project that reaps large rewards in the finished product. It is ” good ol’ messy fun” at its simplest. Ahhh, I can see Summer on the horizon!
January always feels like a “do-over” month to me.
New Years Resolutions run rampant and exercise plans loom everywhere! It can be a pressure-filled month to get things squared away. All the while, Christmas is being packed away and school times are resuming. Just when our family had found a great rhythm of sleeping-in and perfecting how to chill… that alarm clock had to get involved again.
I tend to crave simplicity in January, too, as I clean up from the holidays. The impulse to organize and sort things begins stirring within me…(I’m trying to hold off till Spring!)
Ordinary Threads is about the many ways we layer a home, so I wanted to share a few of our January layers… These help lift the fog that hovers over January, while keeping the gems that linger from last month.
All the “togetherness” that happens during the holiday season spills into January for us. We grew accustomed to being with each other A LOT, and so we soak up the hush of winter with books and blankets intertwined on couches in coziness. I love love love this layer…this is how I get books read with my train of thought still intact. All of us in one space; in quiet. hunkered down, (With 4 boys this is a big deal!)
For some reason, the whole family cooks together more this month too. I don’t have a reason for this, but I love it. Again, I think we just stay near to whatever activity is happening in the house. I’ll take the company and clean-up!!
We linger longer and laugh out loud more often. We snuggle and wrestle and give bear hugs at a whim; all that holiday love living on; Makes a Mom Heart so Happy. We aren’t feeling the tug of being outside yet that Spring will lure us to soon enough. Relishing the quiet and coziness all the while we can. The January layers are calm and reflective. They can seem foggy, but they are still rich in content if you let them be. Enjoy January!
He fashions our hearts individually; He considers all our works. Psalm 33:15
I love Layers. They enter in to everything in life. They are a stacking, a grouping, a pile of accumulated something… and yes, they can be messy more often than tidy; they can be bulky and not slimming or mainstreaming…they can take time to collect and then to sort.
Layers show up in cold seasons when our wardrobes mingle together till we get just the right cozy-factor we want. Layers pile up in warm-hunkerdown casseroles and soups as we crave the mixed aromas that bring fulfillment.
Layers are a gift in a friendship that has weathered through rough storms and is there to rejoice on the mountaintops with you. And Layers of memories can bring something sacred to the heart that nothing else understands. Layers are beautiful.
God designed Layers to be peeled back too. If the layers become muddied, we can lift them and discard them till we reach the pure purpose again.
There is a woman who I have known that now is with the Lord, but I grew up in her presence. She was a remarkable woman and a treasured friend to my mother. She was intelligent and gifted academically, but more than that, she was a light. She extended her friendship to my mother in layers of Bible Studies that led to a beautiful ripple effect all the way to my life. When she knew her time was coming to a close, my mom found her one day at the book store with a full cart of books. When asked what she was doing, she plainly explained that she was finding all the books that had greatly affected her and influenced how she had walked through her life, so that she could give them to her adult children. The books, the words, the layers that she collected in her life that she wanted her children to know. Since she was not going to be able to share the layers piece by piece, she felt urgency to pile them together and have them ready.
This was impacting to my mother, and in turn, to my heart as well. I would so love to have that list of books she was collecting.. I admire her greatly, and I am thankful for her. As I read and collect my own layers of words that become part of my story, I have started to make a list of my own. One day, I can hand it to my children. Whether they read all my layers or not is neither here nor there…the importance is in the journey shared. Layers can show a timeline through the seasons of a life. Everyone piles on their own unique layers, but we are all influenced by the accumulation of others.
Write down your layers; just food for thought.
When I was a little girl, my mom and I would spend a week putting up Christmas in our home. It is a highlight in my childhood. We removed everything from table tops and hearth and brought in boxes of nativities, lights and garlands. We played carols and sipped on hot cocoa and apple cider the whole week. We reminisced about ornaments and even decked out the ceiling fan!! It was magical in every sense of the word for me. In the evenings, I would curl up with a blanket in the far corner of the room and bask in the glow of the lights from the tree; I dreamed grand dreams there. It still is one of my dearest places tucked within my heart.
Lean in, Linger, Listen to God’s voice. Let your Loved Ones Touch and Feel Christmas…it Touches Their Lives Forever.
We have these 5 Senses… and the Christmas season is a wonderful opportunity to play up every single one of those beautiful gifts! It is vital to all of us; young and old, to engage with one another. There are traditions, memories, and new starts all tangled together. There are candle smells, crackling fire sounds, warmth of familiar blankets, and tastes of yummy baking all swirled together in our memory banks. There are joys and sorrows interspersed too… they’re captured in the promise of Redemptive Peace during this month!
So let the children decorate the tree. Give them a step stool so they can stretch on tippy toes to hang their ornament high. Pile books near so that you have the fun of catching them sprawled out by the tree reading in the glow of the twinkle lights. Set up an Advent Box and let the finishing touch of each evening end with something nourishing for the soul and a sweet treat for the taste buds!
Leave space on a table for a puzzle or crafts to be dreamed up. Decorate a Gingerbread House or Cookies and make a HUGE mess!! (And don’t stress about it in the process; let your loved ones AND you enjoy and play.)
As I grew up surrounded by cousins, we annually created a play to perform on Christmas Eve together. We dreamed up the story, wrote out the lines, created scenery even! When the big night arrived, we passed out programs and felt the excitement mount… All our senses were engaged. It was equally as fun preparing those plays to opening the presents. We lingered longer with one another and had so much fun.
As I write and reflect. I feel very blessed to have had so many Touch and Feel Christmases in my life so far. It’s become such a part of me, that I pass that on to my kids from my heart. Whether you share the same experiences or not, it is never ever too late to engage those around you in the same feelings. You can go whole hog, or simply linger in more intentional time with someone; both result from the same desire.