needle & thREAD
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Good evening! We had a busy morning here. I had this bright idea to make headbands out of jazz costumes. Some of the girls in Katie's company had costumes that never fit right. I'd promised them we'd cut them up after the season ended. They were already stretched and ripped beyond wearing again. It was a bit of a miscalculation on my part. There isn't enough useable fabric in the stretched out/ripped costumes to make headbands for everyone.
If you have ever loved a group of 14 ten-to-eleven-year-olds, you know it would have been very bad form to make headbands for some, but not all.
So, a new plan was hatched. We chose fabric from my stash and Katie, her friend Zoe and I began to make headbands for all 13 (14?) girls in the company. Zoe will be back in the morning to finish.
I'm reading It's All Good by Gwyneth Paltrow. Haven't tried a recipe yet, but it sure is pretty!
What are you reading and sewing this week?
I am eager to hear!
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Throwback Thursday: En Pointe
/Yesterday, Jenny mentioned in the comments that she remembered reading about Mary Beth's first pair of pointe shoes. I'm so glad she commented. I've been thinking about that day too, but Jenny's comment urged me to find the post. And when I did, I was so glad I kept a blog back then. Reading my words, and seeing my hopes in print, and then knowing the rest of the story? Well worth the price of her first pair of pointe shoes, Katie's first pair, all the shoes between, and all the shoes to come.
Here's that long-ago post.
Needle & thREAD will go up this evening. I've got a big sewing project going this morning. Pictures later (don't get too excited: more and more and more headbands;-)
I left the dance school yesterday with all my instructions from Mary Beth's teacher, Miss Mary. I knew where to sew the elastic and where to sew the satin ribbons. I knew who to request at the dance store for the fitting (only Esther was to be entrusted with this job). And just in case I didn't know, as I was leaving, Miss Mary reminded me of one more thing, "She's not a little dancer any more. Now she's a big girl." Ah, yes. Why is it this day seemed so far off way back when she was twirling for Miss Missy in my dining room?
And so we arrived at The Cinnamon Tree. This was the dance store where I first purchased that outrageously expensive pink skirted leotard because I'd always wanted a little girl in a pink skirted leotard. At the time, Mary Beth was my only girl; a little pink angel in the midst of five brothers. On this day, I had another little girl by the hand and still another in my arms. We walked through door, led by Mary Beth, her hair still pulled up from dance class, her back straight and her stride the unmistakable walk of a ballerina. She sat for her fitting and I snapped pictures. I noticed that Mary Beth was so excited the both her hands and her feet shook.
And then, Esther held her hand and asked her to go up en pointe. Mary Beth did and I heard a collective gasp from the ladies in the shop. "You did that beautifully!" exclaimed Esther. I will never know if such exclamations come with the purchase price of one's first pointe shoes, but my little girl ballerina flushed with joy.
En pointe.
Two little girls took it all in, inspired once again by the truest heroine in their young lives. Katie will remember every detail of this day and she is likely to talk about it for the next six years until she claims a day like this as her own.She spent a good deal of time begging for a pink skirted leotard. Not this time, my girl. And Karoline. Karoline, who speaks very little English at this point, can do a pretty admirable passe, to go with her burre, her port de bras, and her arabesque. Karoline is a dancer in good company. And right now, she has in Mary Beth the best teacher in all the world.
En Pointe
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"I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man-- the landscape of his soul." ~Martha Graham
"To leap becomes, while it lasts, heart pounding, breath hurting, the deepest, the only joy." ~Denise Levertov
"On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined." ~George Gordon, Lord Byron
"When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that." ~William Shakespeare
{photo credit: Mr. Sasha}
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Katie got her very first pair of pointe shoes yesterday. We all might have been a little giddy:-). Local folks, I can't say enough good things about Heather's Dance Boutique in Manassas. They were so patient and they made it the special occasion that it was. (And no, I'm not being compensated to say that; I just genuinely wish for every little dancer the experience Katie had yesterday.)
Notes to Self
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{All photos are a GIFT from my friend Nicole. I was afraid to take my camera to the beach. }
I have a dozen or so blog posts running through my head. I'm pinning notes to myself here and hope to follow up later this week.
::noticing God's glory:
Mike helped me in the garden this week. Actually, he began the task while I was at the beach and we finished up together when I returned. It's been so wet that there was a riduculous amount of weeding and pruning to do. I'm so grateful for his help and his company!
::listening to
Silence. It's crazy early, but I have to grab it while I can get it. It's going to be a very rare thing very soon.
::clothing myself in
These shoes. Several people have asked about them. I love them. I wear them every day, everywhere. Skirts, shorts, jeans. They're awesome!
::talking with my children about these books
We're wrapping up our Shakespeare studies with Christian. Actually, we're wrapping up all our studies with Christian. This is a bittersweet time, indeed. We shall continue our Shakespeare Fridays in the fall.
::thinking and thinking
about how I think the Internet is the modern day Tower of Babel. It's amazing how people come together and completely misunderstand one another!
::pondering prayerfully
"There is a small lack of humility in wanting to be Mary before having worked with Martha." ~St. Teresa of Avila
::carefully cultivating rhythm
Well, then. Some pruning happened in the garden, but some even more significant pruning happened in our planning. I think I might even have a sense of peace about our rhythm. More on this one later.
::creating by hand
There is a lovely bunch of ten-year-old girls who have squeezed into ill-fitting jazz costumes for the last time. I promised them all that we would make them into headbands after the last show. The time is now. Going to try to fit that into a very full week.
::learning lessons in
letting go. Here we go. It's August. Countdown to the Great Leaving. This time last year, all nine of my children lived in this house. In nine months time--from December to August-- the oldest three will have flown the nest. All boys. The dynamic of this household is definitely changing. Christian leaves in three weeks. I've never been away from Christian for more than six days.
Ahem.
Moving on...
::encouraging learning
I'm very excited about plans for the new term. The absence of the big boys and some pretty drastic changes to our rhythm will yield very fruitful days, I hope. Not that the big boys disrupted our rhythm.
Well,actually, they sort of did.
I'm super excited about plans this year, which is a lovely surprise. For the younger three, t's going to be a Storybook Year, heavily dependent on these lists (browse the lefthand column--there aren't enough days in a childhood for the treasures here). For the older three (and the younger, too, actually), lots of fresh inspiration from these thoughts:
Teaching Boys & Other Children Who Would Rather Make Forts All Day
Nurturing Competent Communicators
Fairytales and the Moral Imagination
::begging prayers
Please continue to pray for Shawn, for Elizabeth DeHority, for my friend Carmen, and for my mother-in-law, who soon begins radiation treaments.
::living the liturgy
Daily Mass: critical to the new rhythm.
::keeping house
Last fall --actually all last year-- I prayed a very specific prayer for our house renovations. I prayed that this place would beautifully reflect the living of God's will as a Christian family. I had visions of ladies' Bible studies and a Catechesis of the Good Shepherd atrium. Perhaps, in time, that will happen. But last night, I had a rare flash of insight, kind of a Holy Spirit pat on the back.
Patrick has come home very frequently since leaving in January. He has never, ever come home alone. Always, he brings someone along. Last night, after he won a National Championship in Richmond, we got home around 1:00 AM. We rolled in with eight of our children and five extras. One of the girls whom Patrick invited sighed a happy sigh when she walked in and said, "It smells like home. It's just so nice." If my mission these days is to be home away from home for homesick college students, I'll take it.
And be very grateful. Not what I imagined. Better than that, right now.
::crafting in the kitchen
I learned a thing or two at the beach last week. Only the girls and Nick came with me. Cooking for six, when five of them are female? Much. Less. Food. I overpacked. I had leftover spaghetti three meals! This fall, I might just make a recipe or two as written, instead of automatically doubling or tripling. Weird.
::loving the moments
when they are reunited. Karoline was literally giddy upon seeing Katie after being separated for a week. She missed her so much!
::giving thanks
for going and coming home again. All last week, it was just Karoline, Sarah, Mary Beth and Christian at home. Everyone else was off on an adventure. They all had a grand time. They're all glad to be home.
::planning for the week ahead
I had so much planned for last week. Only four at home, I was going to finish school planning and dig out the basement and deep clean closets and on and on. Instead, I had a whopper cold that completely leveled me for the entire week. The upside is that with so few children home, I didn't get way behind being sick. The downside is that I didn't really get to relish the week the way I'd hoped.
This week is crazy busy. The pre-season intensives have begun. There will be much driving hither and yon. All the beds are filled and there were yoga mats and sleeping bags on the floors as well last night. Tomorrow is a Big Day in the Life of Katie. Her very first pointe shoe fitting:-). Wednesday, we are looking forward to a visit from a Colorado family on Wednesday. And I hear there is a plan for date night on Friday.
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iPhone pics, all mine.
Have a beautiful week, friends!
