After a fun full day with friends, some of us decided that a mud bath was in order.
The rest of us harvested apples and cooked down several gallons of applesauce.
I went into town without any children to spend the day indigo-dyeing with my friends over at Rusted Thread. I was able to participate in a test class with a fabulous group of women.
It was so exciting to pull the fabrics out of the dye vats and to watch the indigo interact with oxygen to turn the yellowish-green liquid into gorgeous shades of blue.
Sylvia also got to examine what the gear was like and what supplies the soldiers would carry with them.
paper boats with a thick layer of crayon scribbles to provide a waxy water-resistance.
I did a final rinse of the clothing that I had dyed with indigo and looked at the little details and differences among the varied techniques and fabrics.
indigo, dyed over a reddish-pink tank top
This tank is actually what I was wearing on Sunday (under a sweater), but I didn't want to stop dyeing, so I took it off, wrapped and tied it, and dipped it in the vat.
a light beige sweater
thin pale grey corduroy
a lacy white cotton top for Ayla
These photos represent some of our little highlights from the last few days, but (obviously) our lives are not all sun-kissed, crafty goodness all the time.
Sometimes I get grumpy and act thoughtlessly in the moment. Sometimes the kids get grumpy and thoughtless. Sometimes our old vehicles need more work to keep them running and reliable than we want to invest in them. Sometimes one can't walk through our living room without stepping on toys and kids' projects. Sometimes we have to dump out 3 gallons of cherry applesauce because the food mill ground the cherry pits, instead of spitting them out with the rest of the skins and apple seeds. Sometimes just a few bites of said applesauce can be enough to make my mouth swell up and give me a fierce headache because of the cyanide-like compound in cherry pits. (Thank goodness no one else ate any). Sometimes we have conversations about war and sickness and death. Sometimes it's difficult to balance everyone's needs in a family, but we keep trying .
Our lives may be simple and full of goodness, but they're not always easy.
Choosing to mostly focus on the good bits in our lives, does not mean that we try to hide from the darker parts of life, or pretend that they don't exist. It just means that we try to carry a little light there with us. We try to make better choices when we recognize that something isn't working well. We forgive easily, ourselves and others.
We look for the potential in a scribbled-on piece of paper and a muddy bit of the yard.