Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.

--from Keble's The Christian Year, Thoughts in Verse



Sunday, March 24, 2013

A Quick Post Before a Wild Week


A Sunday School paper of my mother's, circa 1935. Full text below.


In a moment of weakness (polite term for utter insanity) I have agreed to a rush order of wedding bags that I need to ship by Friday, so I don't expect to have much opportunity to post for several days. Maybe I'll entertain you, though, with photos of my harried self as I deteriorate into a gibbering mass of protoplasm by the end of the week. 

Ordinarily I wouldn't let one bride jump ahead in the queue, but my other custom order is for a wedding in July, and it's well underway. Additionally, Bride #2 has obligingly given me carte blanche to design away and mix/match styles of lace based on what's to hand. She's got a great sense of humor and is willing to put up with my panic. So I'm making simple muslin bags with (hopefully!) lots of charm but not too many fussy details

So far, here's what I have going. It's to be vertical strips of lace on tea-colored muslin, very simple:



Meanwhile, back on the ranch...

It's my husband's birthday and I spent yesterday making him a cake from scratch. He's been mourning the loss of his beloved Hostess Ding Dongs, so I made a very chocolatey bundt cake, filled it with rich fluffy buttercream, and topped it with bittersweet chocolate ganache glaze. I've been on very good behavior of late, eating very few sweets, but I shall splurge on a slice of this:


Well, time to get ready for church. I wish you all a lovely and meaningful Palm Sunday and Easter Week. 



    

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