Monthly Archives: July 2011



Recipe: Easy Raspberry Freezer Jam

Remember how I said I was going to have too many raspberries? The time has come. In fact, I think there are still some out on the bushes now, probably drying up. Honestly, I picked as many as I could without evaporating. It’s HOT out there.

Anyway, I got a LOT.

And I had just learned how to make freezer jam from a house party my sister threw. It was easy. And yummy.

So easy in fact, that I decided it would be the perfect “activity” for my kids to do.

Turns out making freezer jam utilizes several skills that come quite naturally to three-year-olds.

Mashing things, for example.

Stirring something for only 3 minutes. (Even they have that long of an attention span).

Sneaking tastes on the side.

And smearing it on any piece of bread that will stand still long enough. Even if it is a hot dog bun.

Yum.

And all I had to do was pour it in the jars.

They even put the lids on and took them out to the freezer for me. (This was one of several batches.)

Raspberry Freezer Jam

2 T Ball Realfruit instant pectin

2/3 cups sugar

1 2/3 cups mashed raspberries

Mix the sugar and pectin thoroughly.

Add in the mashed berries.

Stir for 3 minutes.

Put in clean jars.

Put the lid on.

Freeze.

Doesn’t get easier.

 



nine years.

As of today, that’s how long Jacob and I have been married.

We met in junior high, at a track meet where he was the fastest 800m runner I had ever seen. I knew he had a thing for me when I teased him about something and he spit his mouthful of carrots on me. (I know, right?)

In high school, we were the only two sophomores in an AP US history class, so naturally the teacher thought we should study together.

We did.

Then of course, we did that awkward we’re-holding-hands-and-not-dealing-with-anyone-else-but-are-we-really-dating phase. You all know what I’m talking about.

He got spooked. Told me we weren’t dating.

I told him that was dumb.

So we dated. Then during our senior year of high school, we weren’t dating anymore. We graduated, went our separate ways for several years, but kept in (snarky) contact via letters. Yes, real letters. Not email.

When we finally met up again, we were dating within a month, and married within 6. It sounds fast when I put it that way, but really? It had been a long time coming.

As of this spring, I’ve known him more than half my life.

As the years go by, I realize more and more how lucky I am. He’s my sounding-board. My stability. He bends when I am stubborn. Gives when I take. Isn’t afraid to say no. And yes. Encourages my dreams. Makes them possible. Works hard. Doesn’t complain. Humors my crazy.

He even brings me Heath Klondike Ice cream bars when he runs late night errands. (And if that’s not love, what is?)

I love you babe. Happy Anniversary.



Farmer’s Wife Quilt-a-Long: Playing Catch Up (Week 6)

I didn’t get 4 done like I was hoping this week. Only three. But at least that puts me at making positive progress, not getting more behind. At this rate I’ll be caught up by week 11, which is still fine by me.

I’m having fun with these. A LOT of fun.

But.

I’m starting to wonder if I should incorporate some solids in here. Some of these blocks could stand to have a bit more contrast, or perhaps just a showing off of a single print at a time. I wonder, would it look weird to start throwing some solids in now?

I guess I probably should anyway, simply because I’ll run out of my sweet Hope Valley before the end if I don’t. And that would be a disaster of epic proportions.

Or something like that.

Your thoughts?

April’s total blocks made: 7

How many to catch up: 5

 



still waking up

Printable poster from Sarah Jane

 

It was a long night. With two little sickies and a thunderstorm, I think they were up at least every hour. You all know that kind of night, for whatever reason: kids, insomnia, stress, weather, illness. You also know I bet, what the morning feels like after one of those nights.

Scratchy eyes, oversensitive ears, a temperament that’s less than pleasant, everything is overwhelming. Kind of Exactly like you’re walking around trying to be conscious while your body is still asleep. It takes a while to wake up on these mornings.

I’ve been thinking about this concept though, in the creative arena. How it takes a while to “wake up,” so to speak.

As a business owner, I’m fairly new to the scene. My first patterns were just released last fall. I’ve been to market once. I’m still in that “just waking up” phase in regards to meeting people, blogging, and marketing. Taxes make my eyes hurt, and my temperament less-than-pleasant. My ears can get oversensitive to other people’s opinions, and yes, things can get overwhelming sometimes.

In other arenas, though, I feel like I’m fully awake (finally!). I’ve been designing things for others for years, but am finally hitting my stride and solidifying my own style. I’m in a place where I like what I design, and know what I don’t like, even if it’s popular. My ears aren’t as worried about criticism these days, and my eyes can pick out what’s not working pretty quickly. Designing makes me happy, especially when I can really take the time to do it just right. I do still get overwhelmed on occasion, but it’s not a constant state anymore, and it’s not a despairing overwhelmed, it’s a life-is-so-full overwhelmed. (My darling friend Sarah just talked about this, here). When I feel like that, my sweetheart Jacob will always remind me to just do one thing at a time, intentionally, and with focus. Whatever the most important thing is.

Turns out, that’s usually playing Candyland with the sweeties, eating something healthy, pulling out my pencils once they’re in bed, then hitting the stacks of fabric.

Oh, and assigning all the Quickbooks work to Jacob.

Maybe that’s the solution in both the “I haven’t had enough sleep” mornings, and the early mornings of a new endeavor. Take it one thing at a time, on purpose. Step-by-step, waking up a little more with each action.

You know what I mean?

 

 



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