Ice Cream You Scream...

...we all scream for ice cream.

In honor of all the polar vortexes, I thought I would post my ice cream quilt.

I came to the conclusion, that I no longer can make a quilt by hand and actually get it done in a timely manner.  Too much to do and too many curious little fingers.

So I discovered this special iron on paper, that lets you can make an applique quilt simply by ironing the fabric. You don't have to sew a stitch!

I love it. I had it in my mind that I wanted to do this ice cream quilt for the summer and I knew I would never be able to get this done. I think for the time being this is the way for me to go. I liked doing it whereas the quilts I made on the sewing machine recently worked up quick but ugh I just don't like machine sewing!

Granted it is not finished, but it was done enough to enjoy all summer. One of these days, I may actually finish it.

Watermarks on a Songbird

My coffee table. Exactly what I wanted. Exactly when I hoped for it. $15 at a yardsale. 

It is our homeschooling table -when baby sister is sleeping. It is the place I keep putting books on only to have them pushed off by a little girl who wants to climb on it. It is the place a little boy keeps sitting on, only to hear "Don't sit on my coffee table." I like my table. So when someone, who shall remain nameless, left hot tea on it -more than once- there were glaring watermarks on it. They kept taunting me.

So I employed a little trick a wood craftsman told me a few years back when I left a watermark on the table. I ironed it away. I placed a cloth on the table, turned off the steam and carefully ironed the watermark away. It worked! "Thank you Jesus" my table was restored. It is the small things that make me happy. 

All the while, my little songbird could be heard singing (this song below) as I was ironing away cloudy watermarks.

We have been listening to K-LOVE for the last few months. The uplifting Christian music has made a dramatic difference in our day. I feel better listening to Christ centered music but the fact that my babies are having truth, wisdom and love for Jesus marked into their souls, is priceless to me. He knows the songs. He can sing along. He likes it when he recognizes a song from the radio is sung at church. He asks me to sing the song with him.

So you see, happiness is getting watermarks out of the coffee table with an iron.
But deep joy is hearing your son sing while he plays. He may not know all that he is singing about but I pray it soaks deep into his soul. Much deeper than those watermarks on my coffee table.