Thanksgiving was a welcome day of celebration. As expected, the fire was warm, the family was extended and the food was plentiful.
The children were adorable. And loud.
By way of describing the spirit of my family I'd like to point you to this post from last Passover (in particular, the video about my cousin, Zach). The same feeling abounds at our Thanksgiving Feastavil. Zach's translator Abood, his wife and two of their daughters celebrated their second Thanksgiving in the United States with us. Really, there isn't more that needs saying other than: I'm proud to be a part of this family.
I would like to thank everyone who left a comment on my last post. It's a source of amazement for me that the words of encouragement from people I've never met can mean so much. To know that others before me have weathered rough seas is comforting. I think there is catharsis for me in the writing as well. There is no room for denial in journal-keeping. It's easy (although less so daily now) to avoid the tough stuff while keeping busy, but to sit down and put it into words sure makes you look it straight in the proverbial eye.
Anyhow, as I promised myself — I'm keeping on. And here are a few things that help me do it:
That first one was in the pile of unbound quilts that was sitting on my desk for, well, a very long time. Of course, once I set out to bind it — it was only a matter of hours. It's now officially the first item in a new etsy shop which I may reveal here eventually.
As for the cheerful zig-zag quilt — it was a commissioned piece. Nothing original here. You've seen multiple zigs and zags a la the purl bee, but it never gets old for me. I had grand ideas of heavily quilting the whitespace but time was of the essence. I think my next one of these may be all one color instead of the two.
Lastly, it's December. The race is on. How many of you have vowed to make this holiday season different? Less expensive and pressured? All handmade? About the traditions and not the mad rush? All worthy goals in my book. Traditions in my house may be different than in most of yours as I'm Jewish. But I live in America and I partake in the holiday gift-exchange madness. Teachers and postal workers, bus drivers and neighbors and all of the others who touch our daily lives. It's always a challenge to enjoy the giving instead of seeing it as work, but I'm once again bound and determined and I hope you'll join me in discussing it.