Friday Favorites

I’m showing up a little late with my Friday Favorites.  But don’t worry, they’re still fantastic.

First off, a gorgeous canvas from whatever that was created by her daughter.  Wow.

This is such a beautiful piece of art.  It is worthy of display in the main rooms of our house – yet can be made by my little girl (or my little boys…but they wouldn’t want to make it – I just didn’t want to leave anyone out)!  And it’s so colorful!  And you all know how much I like color.  Just a homemade watercolor painting, a paper punch (you could do any design, but I love the butterflies), a canvas and some paint.

Over at Positively Splendid, May has been positively FULL of summer ideas with her Summer Survival Guide.  One of my favorites is Painted Rocks.

Ellie has collected rocks ever since she could carry them.  She would have a ball painting some of them and finding a super cool way to display them.  This project is definitely on our summer list.

Speaking of summer lists, Jen from Tatertots and Jello guest posted on Positively Splendid this week with her idea for a Summer Bucket List.

Every summer my family makes a list of things we MUST DO.  Stuff like “Climb a Tree”, “Eat Ice Cream Together” and “Make S’mores”.  Jen includes pdf versions of her bucket list AND blank cards you can personalize.  When we make our list we have some parameters.  1. The activity must include the entire family.  2. It must not involve an airplane ride or a large sum of money.  I just love planning the summer with my kids and filling our days with things that make us happy.

This summer one of our huge projects will (probably) be tearing out the wall that separates our kitchen and dining room.  I want to replace the wall with a funky island or small farm table.  I’ve been watching craigslist for inspiration but couldn’t really find what I wanted.  Then I saw this:

I found it on Pinterest, but it was originally found on Small Place Style, a blog for small home inspiration.  How simple!  A painted dresser with a countertop added.  I love the paper towel hanger and hooks for utensils too!  I wonder if we could get a butcher block counter top from Ikea that hung out further over the back of the dresser.  I could add extra legs to support it and my kids could pull some stools up.  Did any of that make sense?  Hmmm…another summer project.

And I would just LOVE my kids’ room to look like this:

Wouldn’t it be great to use maps as wallpaper?  I love everything about this room down to the Eiffel Tower on the toy shelf.  If only  my kids’ room was this big.

Now that summer’s almost here, winter treats like hot cocoa will be hard to come by and probably not very enjoyable.  Luckily, I found this oh-so-yummy looking frozen hot cocoa on Pioneer Woman’s Tasty Kitchen Blog.  It would be perfect for a hot summer afternoon.

I can just picture it.  Me, a tall glass of frozen hot cocoa, a good book and our coziest patio chair.  Better throw in some sunglasses and a huge straw hat for good measure.  Ahhh, summer…

Speaking of Pioneer Woman, I’m reading her book and I can’t put it down!  Ok, I can put it down…but only because I have to so I can make dinner and change diapers and bandage wounds that were incurred while I had my nose buried in my book.

It’s the story of how she met Marlboro Man, fell in love and became a rancher’s wife.  It’s called “The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels To Tractor Wheels” and it is captivating.  It’s hilarious and heartfelt and real and somehow I think we can all picture ourselves in her black spike-heeled shoes (at least, all of us women can).  This is one of those books I look forward to picking up again after a day away from it.  And I don’t do that a lot.  Remember, I’m a book quitter.  I know this specific favorite isn’t from a blog or anywhere on the internet, really.  But sometimes it’s good to read something that’s printed with real ink on actual paper.

Happy Friday…um…I mean…Saturday!!

My Favorite Place

As I walk down the sidewalk I spy the familiar sight of stacked concrete books.  They rest as though they are propping up the building…maybe even the world itself.  I pull open the door and a wave of scents wafts out and engulfs me.  Patchouli, coffee, dust and the unmistakable scent of old books.  I look around and soak in the room.  I let it fill my senses.  A woman shakes the rain off her umbrella.  A young man in a wool sweater stands in the sell line with a pile of textbooks.  A lady with dreads re-shelves a stack of cookbooks with a “Thunk!”.  If I could hug an entire room, I would.  But instead I make my way down the steps and allow myself to be welcomed once again into the oasis that is Powell’s City of Books.

I walk the aisles.  Run my fingers along the spines.  Breathe deep the smell of the pages.  I search the shelves for just what I’m looking for.  Even I don’t know what it is.  But it is here.  I am sure of it.  I dig through the cookbooks.  I pillage the travel section.  I peruse the inspirational and natural living and parenting.  I wander the Children’s section, looking through books Payton and Ellie would devour.  I find Austin and Dickens and Tolkien.  Pride & Prejudice once again  finds it’s way into my pile, as it does every time.  I wonder if I could make it through Tolstoy.  I stand in front of Donald Miller’s books, wishing there were more.  I end up with a pile of books as tall as I am.  Books on France, CS Lewis, composting, changing the American Church, cooking with natural foods, parenting with Love & Logic, the history of Disney, Julia Child, starting a food pantry, and why people from other cultures can’t stand Americans.  I know there is a book in here that is for me.  One that is longing to be read.

I wander the stacks, looking for a free seat.  I’ll take any seat right about now, weighed down by my appetite for the written word.  Every corner I turn, every nook I find, the seats are taken.  Every bench.  Every chair.  Every available inch on the floor.  So I head for the coffee shop.  Only I can’t find the coffee shop.  What floor am I on again?  I’m in the green room.  I think I came here from the purple room…or was it red?  I think I saw a sign for the coffee shop about 15 minutes ago.  I turn around and see the stairs.  Yes!  The stairs!  The coffee shop must be downstairs.  With my view blocked by my stack of books I follow my nose.  I parade into the room carrying the proof of my indecision, and plop myself down at the communal table between a man working on a laptop and a woman in a scarf reading something in french.

Soon I am flipping crisp pages as I sip on my latte, and I am in paradise.  For hours I am in paradise.  Do I find a book for me?  No, I don’t find a book.  I find twelve.  So, living in indecision, I abandon all my tomes on the return cart (even Pride & Prejudice) and vow to return.  Soon.  It is the place I get lost and the place where I am found.  It widens my horizons.  It opens my mind.  It is so Portland, and so Me.  Outside of the arms of my family, it is my favorite place.

The Truth of Fiction

I often make lists of books I want to read.  Titles that I hear mentioned, the latest “great read” circulating…you can even find my summer reading list under my Bookshelf link on this blog.  I love reading.  I love books.  I love learning about other people, places and ideas.  But, as I mentioned here, I am a book quitter.  I start reading books that other people suggest (people I highly respect and whose opinions I value), I get about two chapters in, then I “pause”.  I have hundreds of books on pause.  My bookshelf is full of them.  I want to give them away so they will stop shaming me from their dusty perches, but my husband does not believe in getting rid of books.

And yet there are a few books that have sneaked through the cracks of my book pausing habit.  Books that, instead of telling me how to live life, show me life.  Books that speak of adventure or courage or loyalty.  Books that paint the true colors life across the canvas of my mind in such a way that I am captured and inspired.  There is something about a story well-told that beckons us into a world beyond our own and invites us to stay a while.  Sometimes fiction and fantasy can describe the longings and condition of our hearts more clearly than any words we could think up on our own.  To experience the valiance we wish we had, to fight the evils that plague our existence, to have a mission that is beyond ourselves…these things draw us in to great stories.  They invite us to Narnia and Gondor and into our own imaginations.

On The Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness and North! Or Be Eaten, the first two books in the Wingfeather Saga, are stories such as these.  They are doors into a world that tells the story of our lives.  On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, as I blogged about here, is the first in the series.  It introduces us to the Igiby family and their evil oppressors, the mighty Fangs of Dang.  As the curtain opens on North! Or Be Eaten, the Igibys find themselves running for their lives to protect the precious Jewel of Anniera.  They must fight their way across mighty Fingap Falls, over the Stony Mountains and into the Ice Prairies if they are ever to be safe from their pursuers (because, as everyone knows, Fangs move much slower in the cold).  But along the way they also discover that the past we carry with us is a blessing and a curse, that we are often more noble, brave and selfish than we think we are, and that the weight of the responsibility we carry can sometimes be overwhelming.

As I let myself be immersed in this fantastic adventure I found that the story being told was mine.  It told the story of how my heart yearns for the life I was truly meant to live – with an identity born into me that I don’t quite understand.  As Janner sought out who he really was and had doubts about whether or not he could live up to his calling, I felt as though I was walking in his boots.  But as I read I also saw bits of my own children in these incredible characters.  My precious Ellie is as courageous and insightful and gentle as Leeli.  Payton is wise and cautious, with a good grip on his responsibility to watch over his younger siblings, much like Janner.  And Shiloh, though he is still shy of a year, is just as reckless as Tink.  As these characters (the book’s – not my own) develop and grow and learn before our eyes, we see the truth that resides in our own souls.  And this truth, though both marvelous and shameful, points us to the Maker who created us with a purpose and identity far greater than we could ever imagine.  We see how His plan ebbs and flows through our lives and how we do our best – without even trying – to sabotage it.  We also see how he rescues and forgives and continues to make us more and more into who we are meant to me.

I love when a fictional story can bring out the truths of real life.  There is never a hopeless situation.  There is always a way out.  Just like Ships and Sharks.

north!Story Summary:

Janner, Tink, and Leeli Igiby thought they were normal children with normal lives and a normal past. But now they know they’re really the Lost Jewels of Anniera, heirs to a legendary kingdom across the sea, and suddenly everyone wants to kill them.

Their escape brings readers to the very brink of Fingap Falls, over the Stony Mountains, and across the Ice Prairies, while villains galore try to stop the Igibys permanently. Fearsome toothy cows and horned hounds return, along with new dangers: a mad man running a fork factory, a den of rockroaches, and majestic talking sea dragons.

Andrew Peterson’s lovable characters create what FantasyBookCritic.com says made Book One “one of the best fantasy novels in a very long time,” and Book Two contains even more thrills, exploring “themes universal in nature, ranging from the classic good versus evil, to the importance of family, and burdens of responsibility.”

apAbout The Author:

Andrew Peterson is the author of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, Book One in the Wingfeather Saga, and The Ballad of Matthew’s Begats. He’s also the critically-acclaimed singer-songwriter and recording artist of ten albums, including Resurrection Letters II. He and his wife, Jamie, live with their two sons and one daughter in a little house they call The Warren near Nashville , Tennessee . Visit his websites: www.andrew-peterson.com and www.rabbitroom.com

On The Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness – A Book Review

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On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness: Adventure, Peril, Lost Jewels, and The Fearsome Toothy Cows of Skree (The Wingfeather Saga)

When I first heard that Andrew Peterson was writing a book I was very excited.  After all, he is my all-time favorite songwriter.  His words capture the truths of God, the narratives of the Bible and the quirks of everyday people in a way that no one else can.  When I heard the book he was writing was a fictional fantasy series, I got even more excited to read it.  And then I started to worry that I was psyching myself up for a huge disappointment.  What if he doesn’t write books as well as he writes songs?  What if this is going to be some lame cliche story like the one about the bridge operator or the master craftsman in his workshop?

So I bought the book for my husband for his birthday (also an Andrew Peterson fan).  I figured he could be my test subject.  If he liked it, I’d read it.  Well, much to my annoyance, he couldn’t put it down.  Not even to feed the baby or do the dishes or help put the kids to bed.  He was enthralled and addicted.  So I knew it was a safe bet.

As I began reading I realized that my expectations would not only be reached, but exceeded many times over.  The Igiby children, not impressive in themselves, become the center of a fantastic drama and adventure.  The Fangs of Dang, frightening and cruel intruders, have been ruling Skree ever since the Great War.  They are terrible and ugly beings who capture children in the Black Carriage and carry them off at night to an unknown, but surely terrible, destiny.  When one fateful decision puts Janner, Tink and Leeli at odds with the Fangs, the course of their lives changes and they must face the truth of a dangerous world and a past that has never been spoken of.  With their courageous mother and firey ex-pirate grandfather by their side, the Igiby children find adventure, peril and the fearsome toothy cows of Skree as they dare to dream of a world without injustice and oppression.

This book captured me in a way not many others ever have.  Andrew Peterson exquisitely creates a world filled with all kinds of unheard of creatures, while still capturing the reality of family, courage, community and love.  It is all at once utterly ridiculous and intimately real.  He shows no fear of pairing deep heartache and complete hilarity in the same story.  After all, that is what life is made of, is it not?

This book is perfect for reading on vacation, reading to a class (if you are a teacher), reading outloud to your family or just for sheer personal delight.  We began reading it to our children, ages 6 & 4, and found it to be a bit too intense at a few parts.  We paused the reading, and will take the book up again in a year or so.  I think it’s perfect for kids ages 8 & up.  There are a few parts where the children in the story get physically injured and threatened by adults (granted, they are made-up lizard adults…but adults nonetheless), and that may be too much for very young kids.  However, for everyone over the age of 7, I highly recommend this read.  I expect you to run out and get this book as quickly as possible…because the second book in the Wingfeather Saga (North! Or Be Eaten) has just hit the shelves, and you need to catch up!!

My Dirty Little Secret

Hi. My name is Heidi, and I am a book quitter. That’s right, I don’t finish books. I have loads of them on my shelves that I have started, but very few that I have finished. Good books too. I don’t know what it is that makes me put down a book and not pick it up again. But if I was being honest, they just bore me (more my fault than the books fault, I think). That list in my sidebar of “Books I’m Currently Reading” should really be about 50 books longer, because I am in the middle of so many, and I always hold out hope that I will want to finish them someday. Here is the true list of books I am currently reading (a.k.a. Books I Have Quit):

The Audacity Of Hope, by Barack Obama

Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert

Persuasion, by Jane Austen

This Beautiful Mess, by Rick McKinley

Irresistable Revolution, by Shane Claiborne

Hurt, by Chap Clark

Bringing Up Boys, by James Dobson

The Strong-Willed Child, by James Dobson

Fresh Power, by Jim Cymbala

Fresh Faith, by Jim Cymbala

The Red Suit Diaries, by Ed Butchart

The Power of a Praying Wife, by Stormie O’Martian

Wait Till Next Year, by Doris Kearns Goodwin

The Seven Principles For making Marriage Work, by John M. Gottmen, Ph. D.

A Mother’s Prayers for Her Children, by Nancy Ann Yaeger

Keepsakes For A Mother’s Heart, by Alice Gray & Susan Wales

The Pursuit of Holiness, by Jerry Bridges

Visioneering, by Andy Stanley

The Purpose Driven Life, by Rick Warren

Now, please don’t judge these books based on my inability to finish them. It’s not the books fault, it’s just who I am. And just so you don’t think I quit everything, here is a list of books I have actually finished in the past year:

Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, by JK Rowling (finished this twice, actually)

Forever in Blue: The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood, by Ann Brashares

The Shack, by William P. Young

Searching For God Knows What, by Donald Miller

A Generous Orthodoxy, by Brian McClaren

(to be fair, I only finished this one because we were studying it in our small group)

 

So, I’m not totally hopeless. I can finish books. Just not most books. If you think you have a book I’d be able to finish, please let me know. I want to read, but I hate feeling like I have to force myself to read something I am not excited about. I have just started “Jack” the biography of C.S. Lewis. We’ll see if it catches on with me, or if it will be added to the list of books that bit the dust.

 

 

 

 

 

Tagging

So, I got tagged by my friend Eryn to find the closest book of 123 pages or more, turn to page123, read the first five sentences and then post the next three.  The nearest book just happens to be “The Audacity of Hope” by Sen. Barack Obama.

On page 123 he is explaining how he got blasted by a journalist for comments he made in a Time Magazine article.  He says,

“It’s hard to tell, of course, whether Ms. Noonan seriously thought I was comparing myself to Lincoln, or whether she just took pleasure in filleting me so elegantly.  As potshots from the press go, it was very mild – and not entirely undeserved.  Still, I was reminded of what my veteran colleagues already knew – that every statement I made would be subject to scrutiny, dissected by every manner of pundit, interpreted in ways over which I had no control, and combed through for a potential error, misstatement, omission,  or contradiction that might be filed away by the opposition party and appear in an unpleasant TV ad somewhere down the road.”

I’m hoping to get my makeshift video (from my digital camera) from Friday’s rally up in my next post.  The rally, the caucus, the whole experience was fascinating and exciting.  And the best part of the weekend is that I was selected to be a state delegate.  So, when you see the Washington State election results and you see how many state delegates Obama won – I’m one of those people!!  I’ll let you in later on what that means.

What I’m supposed to do next is tag five other people, but I don’t know that many people, so I’m just going to tag one – Jess.

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