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Let there be Mud!

It was finally so warm that the shoes got kicked off .  The yard isn't pretty yet, but the daffodils and day lilies are starting to sprout!

Yes.  Spring has finally graced our little corner of the world.  It seems overnight we’ve gone from snowblowers and parkas to throwing all the windows open and ferrying ladybugs out to safety.  Thick winter boots have been traded in for muck lucks to traverse wide swathes of mud.  And who could stay holed up in the studio when the landscape is finally inviting you to be part of it again.  Certainly not me and my ever faithful crew.  The front stoop become the official hookery of the day.

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Guess That Color

avocado wool

I’ve been having a hankering for some color work knitting lately.  Just to mix things up, I think.  And me being me, I was suddenly possessed by the need to try my hand at dyeing with natural plant materials.  The web is great for instant gratification, and I quickly dug up everything I needed to know to dive in completely unprepared.  Whims are like that.  Among the list of typical dye suspects of onion skins and beets, there was avocado.  I’m not kidding.  Again, me being me (and it being a darn cold winter), I descended on the compost pile and started chiseling out all the frozen pits and skins I could find.  I didn’t count, but I apparently found enough, because the wool ended up the most lovely shade of muted dusty rose.

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Bee for a Cause

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In cooperation with The Syria Refugee Mission of the North Shore the next Bee in the Barn at Todd Farm will be be a collection site for donated handcraft supplies to be contributed to NuDay Syria’s frequent shipments of humanitarian aid to two refugee camps in Syria.  These are communities of primarily women and children who have very little opportunity to build a better life.  Textile and handcraft tools and materials will provide these women the ability to develop a vocation and a means of support for themselves and their families, as well as the much needed supplies to enrich the lives of a community teetering on the edge of sustainability.  Sewing Bees have a long tradition as community gatherings for a common goal.  In that spirit, at the next bee we will be accepting donations of any handcrafting material or supply you would like to contribute.

When:  March 19th, 1-4 pm.

Where:  The Barn at Todd Farm, 275 Main Street, Rowley, MA

What to Bring:  A handwork project of your choice and a friend!  This is a free community gathering open to all with a love of handcraft and community.

What to Donate:  Any handcrafting material or tool, including fabrics, sewing supplies and notions, yarn, knitting needles, sewing machines; to name a few!

NuDay Syria is a 501c-3 non-profit dedicated to providing humanitarian aid to displaced Syrians. They are particularly focused on creating safe environments and opportunities for single and widowed women and mothers. For more information, visit NuDaySyria.net .

For more information, please contact Jess@jwrobel.com.

 

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A Golden Rule

“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”
― Elie Wiesel

And let’s not forget the animals, our planet, our communities.

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Remember When

Scrolling through my drafts, I found this piece from over a year ago that never got published.  I’m not sure why.  But for some reason reading it today gave me great comfort.  My now dearly departed Zoey lived six months past the writing of this, surprising us all with determination to live on and love well past her expiration date.

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Sweet Zoey lived to be 16. Even though we only knew her for the last three years of her life, we feel the lucky ones for having had her.

 

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Sweet Maggie died just 12 weeks before her older sister Zoey. At 14, we had fooled ourselves into thinking we’d have her longer.

January 2016

The New Year is always a time of taking stock, regrouping, making plans. This year is more poignant than most. We have numerous life transitions going on, but the most important may be that our 16 year old dog is phasing out. She came to us as a 13 yr old whom we thought we’d have a couple of months, at best. Almost three years later, she is our shadow, our hipbone, our much loved and constant companion. And now she is dying.

We first realized how her ailments were outpacing her in early November. We didn’t expect to have her for Thanksgiving. Her appetite waned (usually the kiss of death for a lab!). She slept longer and deeper. We were preparing ourselves.

I thought we’d be burying Zoey at Christmas, then again after she got to see her favorite people, then New Year’s. She eats sporadically. I’d do anything to help her, but she confuses me. She is skinny as sin, refuses to take any of her medications, but she is the first dog to meet me at the door with wagging tail, loves to go for her walk (aka put-put), can’t wait for a car ride, dozes peacefully touching one of us—tucked on top of my foot, curled into the the crux of Dave’s arm. We swaddle her in love and sweaters. Gauging her happiness and comfort is a minute by minute task. We wish she could talk to us.

Our life is moving in big, bold new directions. It saddens us that Zoey won’t be on that journey with us. But what she has brought to our lives, and (we hope) we have brought to hers, is an immeasurable gift. In the meantime, we are gathering the strength to help Zoey with the best path for her final days, stunned with the knowledge that her only goal seems to be to let us know how much she loves us.

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A Peaceful Reckoning

Here's to a peaceful new year!

This past year that we are tucking into bed for its final slumber, has been a notable one for us.  For our family, we had some very hard and sad losses.  But we also achieved great milestones and took wild leaps of faith together.   We stirred the pot and sometimes marvel that we had the courage to do so.  Change is unsettling.  Change can be downright scary.  Yet life is change and to both enjoy and share that joy with others requires an embracing of this force that can sometimes cower us and at other times empower us.  During this year of endless challenges, we’ve learned to turn our faces to the wind.  Whether biting or balmy, there is always something to be learned and an opportunity to be a better version of ourselves tomorrow.

As we prepare to wake to a new baby year, I wish for our family an ability to hold on to the lessons of the year in our wake and to carry them forward.  We wish for ourselves and everyone the ability to be brave and outspoken, even if the only audience is yourself.  From our home to yours we wish everyone the silence of peace and the roar of change.

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Distractions

Cold Tide

It’s a bitter day out there.  The wind is whipping.  The sun is even intermittently hiding.  My dogs steadfastly refuse to go outside and are equally unanimous in that the beautiful color coordinated tartan fleece jackets I got them make them all look like dorks.  Stogie seems to lose his ability to move in his and starts to moan.  Shmoo hides and hangs her head in shame.  The girls are blind, so don’t experience quite the same level of mortification, but the point is made.  I’m supposed to be hooking and writing out a new knitting pattern, but I’d rather be baking, and I really want to see high tide.  I forced us all out of our comfort zones — they into their plaid, me into my oompa-loompa coat that I can’t move my arms in, and marched us into the cold.

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Harvest Time

Genius.

It is that time of year when we are busy preserving our and our local farm’s abundance.  There are pestos and sauces and most especially this year apples.  And apples and apples and apples.  Then there are more apples.  We are making chutneys, and crisps, and pies, and applesauce, and drying them in droves.  Never one to let me down, Dave has risen to the occasion and has engineered an ingenious apple corer.  Click below to see it in action!

 

Core them Apples!

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Oldies but Goodies

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As you know, I’m prone to a vintage bent.  And it extends beyond “things” to the world and family Dave and I create.  Case in point:  this week we are celebrating a very happy Gotcha Day anniversary of our sweet Zoey.  Three years ago our home was enriched by the arrival of Zoey and her sister Maggie.  They came to us with the help of a Tennessee rescue I volunteer with and at the time they were 11 (Maggie) and 13 (Zoey).  They were elderly with numerous health issues.  We thought they would be our summer dogs.   While our Maggie died at 14+  just this Easter and our 16+ Zoey is fading, we never would have thought we’d be blessed with the joy and wonder these dogs brought to our lives for so long.  It’s been THREE YEARS!  Honestly, it is a toss up who loves me more—Dave or Zoey.  They are in open competition and are fierce rivals with each other–though they utterly adore each other, too.  I’m flattered to be the subject of their affections.  And I’m honored to have have known both Maggie and Zoey and to have ensured that their final years were ones that were comfortable and well loved.  If you’ve ever considered taking in an elderly pet of any ilk to your home, all I can say is that the rewards will leave you speechless.

 

 

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Woo hoo!

Far too much enthusiasm for Saturday morning at 6:am.  I’d rather be snuggled in bed with my cute boy and ancient dog, but my internal clock decided to “up and at ’em” at 5:23 am.  I guess I’m just an overachiever.  Lol.

My newest project, which is sucking much of my brain power, is a complete remake of my website.  The goals are to improve the shopping experience with the help of Woocommerce and to become a visual wonderland for all things fiber, vintage, primitive, handmade, and probably cookies.  Yes.  Cookies.  I actually rarely eat sweets (I’m still very likable!)  but Dave needs his afternoon snacks.  I consider it my duty to provide sustenance for his creative energies.

When in doubt,  make cookies.
When in doubt, make cookies.