here we are...2025

Hello friends. I’m so glad to be back in this space. Batman and I have been a bit under the weather and so we missed most of the New Year’s razzamatazz. Honestly, I didn’t miss all the analysis/advice/commentary that comes with the transition from one year to the next.

I’m here on the hill, just trying to balance news from the “real” world and my own sanity.

Perhaps you are working on this too?

In terms of blogging, I’ll be sticking to my own little comfort zone for now, and perhaps you will find some refuge from the news storm here at sewandsowlife.

One of the things I’ve been playing around with are amulets. Amulets are thought to confer protection and/or good luck to the person who wears it. I made this one for a friend facing big health challenges. The wee bit of balsam, a birch heart stitched onto a scrap of cotton, (hand dyed with indigo from our gardens) and a pewter token all fit into this little pouch, which can be worn close to the heart.

I have more in the works, and will share them with you soon.

Started sometime in 2008, this quilt came out of the washer and dryer today…yes, that’s seventeen years…from start to finish. I feel no shame. I stay away from the quilt police. I AM happy as heck to have this quilt finished and am already scouring my studio for the next project. PJ’s for Batman, I think, using fabric I bought when he was in graduate school!

I do love how the pieced strips reflect the mountains and snow right outside our windows. And the technique for piecing creates accurate matches at the seams. This is my third “Seminole style” quilt and I may revisit it again.

Backed with a polka dot flannel, the quilt is extra cozy.

Our book group gathered on Friday night to discuss Sandwich by Catherine Newman. We did, indeed, create a picnic for our shared supper, and a few friends brought vintage photos of their visits to the beach. Our February book is The Square of Sevens, thanks to a recommendation from blog reader Gail N.

I received The Universe in Verse from a friend and my girls and I are reading Robin Wall Kimmerer’s new book, The Serviceberry together. I also found a reprint of The Diary of an Edwardian Lady, a book that will join Dorothy Wordsworth and Beatrix Potter on my “tea book shelf”, but not until I have read it first!

I also listened to Joy for Beginners, by Erica Bauermeister on yet another trip to Massachusetts. I think my friend Anne Butera recommended it to me and I loved it. It’s a fun escape hatch when you really need one.

Batman (in Vermont) and Lindsey (in Detroit) are baking croissants in tandem this weekend. Our family did some fun cooking/baking together via FaceTime during the pandemic. After becoming fascinated with the laminator at Bohemian Bakery last time we were there, Batman decided to take this baking adventure on. A three day process, I’ll share results with you next time.

This has been quite a long blog post…

A few more things and then I’ll sign off:

  • Ann Wood Handmade is gearing up for her next 100 day stitch book! She’ll begin on January 17th and you can bet I’ll be there too. My book from 2024 can be viewed here. Will any of you join us? I sure do hope so. It was a wicked fun project!

  • We discovered another wonderful distraction from the real world. Canal Boat Diaries, streaming on Acorn TV follows the travels of Robbie Cumming on the waterways of England. Drone footage and videos bring the viewer through quiet byways along Britain’s canal system. It takes us back to our narrowboat adventures in Scotland in fall of 2023. :-)

  • Lastly, blog reader and friend Judy asked in the comments on my last post about scrapbooking/journaling. I’m actually trying a new planner this year, and will create “mood boards” for each month. Below, is the inside cover of the planner, with images to remind me of what I’ll be working on in 2025. Curating. Nourishing. Creating/playing.

Day by day, friends. With love in our hearts. Onward into 2025!

xo

old year's night

Little Theo and his mom and dad shared five days with us last week, driving to Vermont from Ohio. He helped Batman cut down a small tree and decorated it with straw ornaments from Sweden. We baked cookies, read books, played cars, did crafts, visited King Arthur and the Montshire Museum, went antiquing and sledding, too. We wrung the days dry! And slept well at night!

I read a fascinating story on npr this morning about The Okalolies of Old Year’s Night: Celebrating tradition on the world’s most remote inhabited island. (Sometimes I wish I had majored in anthropology in college.)

And, so, I am writing to wish you a fine Old Year’s Night. May you find strength and inspiration as you turn toward the new year. In all the times of our lives, this feels like the year to create and hold fast to our aspirations and hopes.

May we remember with gratitude, two remarkable people, whose legacies I’ll invite with me into 2025. Jimmy Carter was the first person I voted for in a national election and his time with us has fanned out to cover a century of a life well lived.

And Nikki Giovanni, whose words wove into America’s widening awareness of different perspectives.

This morning, just as the sun rose over the ridge behind us, the light leapt onto the hills to the west and lit up the sky with a fleeting blast of salmon/orange. Snow is due tonight, to refresh the subdued landscape. I will be waiting for it, along with the fresh start that comes with a new year.

Batman and I listened to this piece on npr the other day, and it moved us both. I will come back to it more than once this year, I am sure of it. Amazing Grace was first performed on New Year’s Day in 1773, over 250 years ago.

So dearest friends, be safe tonight. I’ll “see” you next year. Godspeed.

xo

the light and magic of the winter solstice

View from the kitchen sink last Sunday morning.

On the three season porch.

On my way down the hill, headed to my Mumsie’s on Wednesday. (She’s got good news from her doc!)

An iconic image, that I just love.

A garland on the bridge over the Onion River in Montpelier.

Spotted at Rebel Heart Collective in Montpelier. SWOON!

Danish style sandwiches at our book group supper. Did you read Meet Me at the Museum yet? I gave it 5 stars.

Progress on the solstice quilt.

“Pumpkin patch” yarn from Junction Fiber Mill down in White River Junction. (I had a tour with my friend Sue a few weeks back)

Please be sure to share your sparkle with the world, dearest ones! May you find renewal, hope and light as we slide along with the sun into longer days. xo

cocoa and the keyboard

Hello friends. We are waiting to see what will happen here in Vermont, as we sit amidst several severe weather alerts. Mostly we are worried about heavy rain falling on a deep snowpack, and rivers clogged with ice. Just a few weeks ago we were experiencing drought conditions. We are not alone. These bizarre weather conditions haunt many places, with a variety of not-so-nice possibilities. *sigh* (Errands put off for a few days as we wait for daybreak tomorrow to see how we have fared.)

And so, I made a mug of hot chocolate and decided to sit down and have a bit of a catch up with you.

I have a treat for you! My buddy, Kim Roberts, from our days together at Earlham has been reading Ted Kooser’s book and has been illustrating the poems as she goes along. Kim has given me permission to share a few here at sewandsowlife. If you would like to see more (they are really beautiful), and you have an instagram account, she shares them at kkr.explores.art

Watching Kim’s gorgeous work unfold each day has renewed my appreciation of Kooser’s words. Thank you, Kim, so much for allowing me to share some of them here.

Now that there is snow cover (at least for now) the Fish and Wildlife folks have given the OK for bird feeders once again, hoping that the bears have found their way into hibernation. I trundled off to Agway and bought bags of seed and blocks of suet. Some of our first guests were the wild turkeys who roam in gangs up here on the hill. I often spot them scratching in the cut corn fields, as they glean their own bits of cobs. Wilma and Cora become quite animated when they hear the birds coming.

Batman has been cranking out his handmade wreaths, keeping his workshop cozy with the vintage wood stove. I decorated one for our porch with a few dried orange slices, star anise and cinnamon sticks. I noticed today that one of the cheeky red squirrels helped itself to a holiday treat. :-)

I started this quilt years and years ago and I’m determined to finish it by the solstice. Because it’s what I’m calling my solstice quilt. Cora and I have been fiddling with the layout on my design wall. When we lived in CT, we had the sweetest quilt shop just over the state border in Somers, NY. Called The Country Quilter, I took many a class there and made some wonderful friends. Owned and operated by a mother daughter team, it was a spot that inspired me whenever I stepped inside. Jane Davila and her mom moved on to other things, but their warmth and encouragement have stayed with me. Simply Seminole, written by Dorothy Hanisko provided the base for a class there. This is my third version of the method. We’ll see if I can get it all put together by next week!

I have some book updates to share with you. On our way out to Detroit, Batman and I listened to The Exchange, by John Grisham via Libro.com. Nothing like a bit of intrigue to help the miles roll under the tires! Then, on my way down to MA, solo, I listened to A Croft in the Hills, by Katherine Stewart, which renewed my dreams of living in Scotland. It’s a lovely story, read by Ruth Urquhart, whose accent was “just the ticket” as my Gram used to say.

My Mumsie did well with her procedure and I am headed back down to MA next week for her follow up appointment. Then we will exhale.

I’ve been visiting the children’s room at our local library…this time of year just makes me want to hold beautifully illustrated kid’s books in my hands. It has for years and years. The special Christmas Eve gift of a book as a kid must have stuck with me. Do you know the work of Sophie Blackall? Oh my goodness…her books are visual treasures. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but The Farmhouse is what got me started. Sophie’s website is full of goodies, so if you might enjoy a trip down the internet rabbit hole, she’s your gal. Also…if you listen to this story on npr, you’ll just have to find the book and enjoy it yourself!

As the days melt into one another as they do in December, I hope you are finding quiet moments to breathe and appreciate what is hopeful and lovely around you. It’s usually there if we pause and look for it.

Hugs, me.

a quick update

Friend speaks my mind. Feeling a bit squeezed. How about you?

Hello dearest readers. We’ve just returned from an epic road trip to Detroit and back to see all four kids, their partners, five grandkids and a dear old buddy from our Earlham days (hi Tracy and Ona.) On the way home, we re-experienced our journey from two years ago when a huge blizzard blew up around the Great Lakes, sending us on a more southern route. It was a l-o-n-g day of driving, and we got home to a snowy driveway, but all is well. It was great to get swept up into the busyness of life with little kids here there and everywhere. They are such treasures!

How about you? Have you caught your breath and steered yourself into December?

I’m headed right back out on the road this morning to help my mom navigate a medical issue. She’s pretty tough at 92, but I’ll be glad when we get this one behind us.

I’ve been feeling a lot like Wilma, above, trying to cram myself into a box of limited time, energy and space.

Ted Kooser continues to be a help. And I’ve decided to return to the habit of writing each night before I go to bed…three gratitudes and three accomplishments for the day and three aspirations for tomorrow.

I’ll be back soon friends, once I’ve settled down from all this coming and going. Hang in there. Look for the light wherever you go, better yet, BE THE LIGHT.

xo

finding comfort

Oh, how much are you loving Ted Kooser’s words? I’ve read along with his Winter Morning Walks for many years, and still, I find something new each time.

And Saint Mary…Mary Oliver. She has been a constant companion these last few weeks.

And Rebecca Solnit and her wonderful Hope in the Dark. I’ve pulled it out of the stack by my bedside and find sanctuary there, just as I have many times before. Some writers are like anchors, aren’t they, tethering us to some sense of sanity.

Hannah Nunn’s recent blog post was a real comfort, too.

This is a stack of my tried and trues, mixed in with our book group’s next few months of reading, in case you are curious.

  • December Meet me at the Museum, by Anne Youngson

  • January Sandwich, by Catherine Newman

  • February, Square of Sevens, by Laura Shepherd-Robinson

    I’m delighted that two of these books were recommended to me by blog reader Gail N. xo

Sometimes, taking a bit of time to drive the backroads of Vermont with a destination in mind is just the right way to lift the spirits. The folks at Silloway were busy splitting and stacking wood to fuel their evaporators for next spring’s sap. There are multiple stacks all around the sugar house, creating a classic scene of Vermont life.

We took a quick trip over to Portland Maine for an overnight meetup with my brother Doug and his wife Ra. We took another cruise on the mailboat out into Casco Bay, just like we did last year at about the same time. Such fun to see how islanders manage their lives via the ferries out there. Maine is pretty close to my heart, too. Good food, conversation, walks and time on the boat rejuvenated us as we are all somewhat weary these days.

Driving along the ridge at sunset last week. I had to stop. And Batman and I keep a close eye on the night sky these days, too.

So many ways to push away the angst…We potted up bulbs to force through the winter and they are snug in the root cellar until we bring them up in waves to bloom on the windowsills here. I strung some new twinkle lights over the windows in the kitchen. I found two new to me artists and thought you might like them too. Oh Happy Dani creates lovely, hopeful goodies. And Vermonter Elisa, who’s tagline is As Little Cooking as Possible, does sweet and thoughtful line drawings.

Colored pencils and coloring books are in a pile of soothing possibilities in my studio. Along with small Sashiko projects. Do you know of the Brambly Hedge books? They have brought me comfort lately, too. With a cup of steaming Scottish tea.

And of course, my friend Anne has some lovely words on her blog, My Giant Strawberry.

If any of you, dearest readers, would like to drop a note in the comments to share your thoughts and suggestions on how we can navigate the next few months, do!

I just found a sticker and put it on my water bottle. “This is a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before.” -Maya Angelou

My new mantra. xo

the road ahead

Walking on the road as the sun sets and the first quarter moon hangs in the sky.

For those of you following along, today marks the first entry in Ted Kooser’s book, Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison. It’s not raining here in Vermont, but I did capture an old barn. xo

On Election Day I sequestered myself in my studio and made a table runner, clearly influenced by the season around me. I used hand dyed fabric made with plants from the yard and garden, I used scraps from sentimental projects and I used both fabric manipulated by shibori resist, and tatami-zome flower pounding techniques. This project soothed my soul and reflects the calm I was trying to create.

Here are some words I have found to be helpful these days…

“Joy is a decision, a really brave one, about how you’re going to respond to life.” -Wess Stafford

“Be the reason someone feels welcomed, seen, heard, valued, loved and supported.” -author unknown

“Be a raft or a lifeboat or a ladder” -Rumi

“The secret to change is to focus all of your energy not on the old, but on building the new.” -Socrates

“Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence.” -Osho

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” -Marcus Aurelius

“We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea, and you don’t believe in miracles?” -Thegoodvibe.co

Dearest readers, I hold thoughts of you so very close to my heart. I send you light and love and hope…none of that has changed one little bit.

xo

holding on and letting go

On Saturday, we went to the last outdoor farmer’s market of the season up in Montpelier. There were curvaceous squash, dependable root veggies, like the beets and carrots. There were gorgeous stalks of Brussels sprouts. The greens, like bok choy, tatsoi, spinach and kale were glistening after a rain shower. The leeks, scallions and shallots were auditioning for savory soup pots. There were potters, a cheesemaker and cider and maple syrup vendors. Grab and go food caused waves of steam to tempt our noses. Bittersweet, these days of letting go of this wonderful community of farmers, who have produced bounty even after more summer flooding.

I loved, loved, loved the double rainbow that arched over the American flag, just down the road from Vermont’s beautiful state house. Hope. Friends, it’s all about hope!

We woke up to a confectioner’s sugar coating of snow on Monday morning, and so, of course, I squealed. It was gone by lunchtime, but it was a teaser, for sure. And today it’s 72 degrees. Disconcerting, for sure.

Batman grew peppers in the hoop house, and I finally strung them and hung them in the kitchen. They are so pretty, and are waiting for winter dishes. Batman made the garlic crib for me years ago, and I love it. Artwork by British artist Rachel Grant. You can find the print here.

Chipmunk in the crabapple tree.

Leaving the flower garden for the birds and insects to snack on. Clean up can wait til the spring.

The days have been softened by the mist and fog, creating the perfect mood for this time of year. Halloween. Day of the Dead, Samhain, All Soul’s Day. When we let go of what no longer serves us, and we hold on tight to what we believe in.

Batman had a bit of fun…

I found two reads to be especially helpful as we skid into Election Day.

Krista Tippet sent her “On Being” newsletter earlier this week, and the title of her piece had me at hello. Stitching What Lies Beyond is worth your time, I promise. And my old fave, Hannah Nunn, has some words of comfort too, with photos to mediate with. Find her blog post here.

This time of year prompts a shift in our kitchen. I like to pull out cookbooks and gather new recipes to try and I cull my pantry, looking for things that need to be used up. I check on our seed sprouting supplies. We shift to soups and stews and hot breakfasts. I love to make “hippy banana bread” with a recipe from Shutterbean, you can find it here. Since there are just two of us here, and we can’t eat the whole loaf before it spoils, I slice the bread, put bits of parchment paper between slices and put the loaf in a ziplock bag and into the freezer. Later, we can take a few slices at a time and warm them up on the griddle.

I’d like to remind all of us that the sun will come up on Wednesday morning, the pets will need to be fed, our mugs of coffee/tea will still be a comfort nestled in our hands. We will still have good and decent work to do. We will still find sanctuary in the inhale and the exhale of our breaths.

I’ll be voting in person, and I will be delighted to vote for Kamala. I do not love everything she has to say, but the contrast with the other candidate cannot be starker. And the consequences of skipping the vote are unforgivable. And in closing, let me tell you that I will be deeply grateful to have another chance to cast a vote for our beloved Bernie.

See you on the flip side, dearest readers.

Hang on to hope, light, courage and VOTE!

xo