The Crafty Nest....give-aways, links to give-aways, DIY tutorials--good stuff!
Just Something I Made....lots of crafty tutorials and great ideas! Too many fun & useful projects to mention!
The Graphics Fairy...free images and crafty projects and links! I'm working on a project using the Fairy's images right now.
When I finish organizing the tiny things in this little storage bin, I'll move on to things in boxes that are still behind the attic door. Dragged out one box yesterday, but many items won't fit in the storage bin because the majority of the drawers are so tiny, but I have other containers. I will soldier on for a while, trying to organize so that I will spend less time searching (often fruitlessly) for an item, I'm pretty sure I have.
I bought the old cloth covered sewing box a couple of years ago and found some neat stuff in it.
Here is a great way to organize fabric remnants over at Just Something I Made. I plan on using this idea in the future.
It wasn't always easy to find what I wanted even before we moved; now, it is almost impossible. Thanks to The Graphics Fairy and Just Something I Made, perhaps the things will improve!
Today's Poem of the Day is by Gerard Manley Hopkins, one of my very favorite poets, and this is one of my favorite poems: Spring and Fall. So appropriate for this time of year. And it makes me thinks of Shakespeare's Sonnet 73:
That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)
In one of the boxes in the attic, I found a bunch of handouts of some of my favorite poems that I used when teaching. For many years, there were few days when I didn't read poetry, but lately that has not been the case, and it was fun to go through the handouts.That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.