Lamb cake
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
1w ago
You can’t have your cake and eat it too!—English Proverb Greetings Dear Ones! I’m getting a late start on the blog because I had to rush to town early to gather enough handwork from the shop to keep me going through this storm.  (Apparently, Yester-Nancy thought it would be Sunshine ever more and didn’t plan ahead.) These “April Showers” are bringing a wintry mix of snow and hail, sleet and sheets of water like the Big Dog in the sky is shaking his fur after a trip through the garden hose.  And later, to cap it all, there might be as much as fourteen inches of let’s-wreck-the-drivewa ..read more
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Do it Anyway
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
2w ago
“In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.” Do it Anyway —Mother Theresa Greetings Dear Ones! Normally, if I want to embrace Humility, I just sit down with my fiddle and attempt to play tunes in the key of F major without actually knowing ahead of time that they are in F major.  But this week I have had a variety of other ways to supplement my spiritual growth.  Humility—that which returns us to the hummus—(you know, that yummy stuff made of chick peas, tahini, and guilt) or maybe Latin for “earth.”  It’s a return to the ground ..read more
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Remembering
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
3w ago
Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else. –Margaret Mead Happy Equinox Dear Ones! Yay! Let there be more light!! Whew!  I’m not quite sure what happened.  One moment I was unwrapping a brand new, perfectly good, fresh-out-of-the-box February.  The next thing I know, it’s in hundred pieces I still need to clean up and March has already left without me.  Usually February is one of the longest little months of the year but this time, even with an extra day, it shot by faster than poop through a goose.  February’s menu mostly consists of the ..read more
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In the Bleak Mid-Winter...
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
2M ago
In the bleak midwinter/Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron/Water like a stone Snow had fallen/Snow on snow on snow In the bleak midwinter/Long, long ago Greetings Dear Ones Ordinarily, there is nothing I like quite so much as a Bleak Mid-Winter.  That carol, “in the bleak mid-winter….” often plays in my head as I trudge the grey and bluish circles to the barn and shop.  I confess it soothes my inner hermitess to have snow days and be cut off from civilization and be “forced” to sit by the fire with a good book, a new fiddle tune, or some yarn. The subtle luxuries of ‘snow ..read more
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A Lone Star
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
2M ago
O wad some Power the giftie gie us/ Tae see oursels as ithers see us!/ It would frae mony a blunder free us,/ An’ foolish notion:/ What airs and dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,/ An’ ev’n devotion! —Robert Burns Greetings Dear Ones! Winter has had us in its teeth, here in Vermont, but only the way a toddler who’d rather eat candy than broccoli does.  The frosty bites are half-hearted and given to unwelcome melt-downs.  Last week was the first particularly cold snap that made me put on some proper gloves.  When I smashed the ice out of the water buckets in the barn, I thought we were ..read more
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Progress & Pauses
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
3M ago
“The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.” Mark Twain Greetings Dear Ones! I woke up with a familiar little toothache in my hand this morning.  I lay and listened to the drumming of rain on the tin roof above me and the whispered complaints of the hand as it stroked the head of the tiny dog snoring next to me. “We did too much knitting last night,” says the hand. “Two complete hats and three rows of the lace edge on a shawl was utterly gluttonous. When will this end? That’s all we seem to do every night now…except for when you are plungi ..read more
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Snip as you go...
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
3M ago
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” –Jane Austen Greetings Dear Ones! Congratulations!!! On December 31st at precisely 12 o’clock midnight, we were all safely delivered of a Baby New Year! Is it a Boy? A Girl? Who knows what its “pronouns” are bound to be? (I’m hoping for “We, Ours, Us”!)  According to the Chinese, it’s going to be a Dragon.  This is Good and Magical and Dangerous news.  I’ve known a dragon or two personally and they are very nice until the moment they pass gas and sneeze at the same time and accidentally burn down your entire village.  ..read more
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Merry Ex-Mas!
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
4M ago
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.” –Milton, Paradise Lost Season’s Greetings Dear Ones! The Solstice is TOMORROW!! Woo hoo!  Those of us in the Northern hemisphere munching vitamin D3 and clinging to OTT lamps will begin our return to sanity tomorrow. “Tomorrow…Tomorrow…I love you, Tomorrow…you’re only a day away…” chortles my inner orphan Annie.  We’ve reached the outer limit of our orbit and begin the swing back tomorrow! In my woodstove, staves of wood are bursting into flames reminiscent of the sunlight that once fed them. The lo ..read more
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Tiny lights
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
4M ago
“A candle loses nothing when it lights another candle.” —Thomas Jefferson Season’s Greetings, Dear Ones! A time of great Darkness is upon us… and I don’t just mean politically, emotionally, spiritually…  I mean quite literally.  Here in the Northern hemisphere, as we lean outward towards the farthest reaches of our earthly orbit, like screaming kids about to wet their pants on a tea-cup ride at the county fair, we feel the struggle between the forces of gravity (of the grave) and the outward pull of centrifugal forces making us cling every harder to whatever center we can grasp.  ..read more
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Connected
Secret Life of a Seamstress
by Nancy Bell
5M ago
“The meaning of life is just to be alive.  It is so plain and so obvious and so simple.” Alan Watts Greetings Dear and Darling Ones! There is so much to be thankful for… Rather than panicking about how my house is a mess and there is not much in the larder except all the dirty potatoes I have been digging out of the ground and the number of impending guests expecting a Thanksgiving meal in twenty four hours’ time is fluctuating between thirteen and seventeen and all those potatoes need to be scrubbed but not as much as the inside of the shower does only I need to put up a sign telling the ..read more
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