“Its lovely to be going home and to know its home” Anne of Green Gables
A pet picture...I know right, the LAST thing you'd expect from me. But she just looked so cozy on top of the couch that I couldn't resist. This is was home is like. Cozy, peaceful, safe, just generally comfortable. Home is on the couch with a cat to keep your feet warm...that is when she's not sleeping on top of the couch.
The ultimate in cozy. My yet again amazing grandmother comes into this blog. She made this Irish Knit afghan for me and my husband as a wedding shower gift. It moves from bed to couch and back to bed. Home is under a blanket made with love.
The home fires burning....this is the closest we have to a fireplace for now, which I love as a symbol for home. Home is a gathering place, a safe place and a nurturing place...fireplaces seem to provide the perfect atmosphere for home. Home is light and warmth...and cinnamon scented soy candles.
“I do not like patchwork,” said Anne dolefully, hunting out her workbasket and sitting down before a little heap of red and white diamonds with a sigh. “I think some kinds of sewing would be nice; but there is no scope for the imagination in patchwork” Anne of Green Gables
A few years back my grandmother was going through all her antiques and heirlooms in preparation for admitting she was old (I can never think of her that way...she is one of the strongest, bravest women I know). During this exercise I was given a beautiful patchwork quilt. It hangs predominately in our apartment at the top of the staircase and is one of the first things you see. I put it there as my "pineapple of hospitality", in hopes that everyone who comes into our home will feel like you do under a patchwork quilt made with love. That is the one side of patchwork...
...This is the other side. Yes, its knitting and not sewing, but I haven't equipped myself for quilting yet. This is the blanket I've been in the process of making for my wonderful husband ever since we've been married (7 months). I'm not even halfway through. That is because there is absolutely no scope for the imagination in the pattern I started. Not one break of knit the whole row in the pattern. It requires constant counting and a strict vigilance over which row of the pattern you are on. That being said, the last time I sat down with this beast of a blanket was on New Years when we decided to have a Lord of the Rings marathon. It was a good distraction from all the unsavory bits.
