I used to do a little weekly series where I shared some of life’s moments when I wasn’t sewing.  Since I try to concentrate my sewing hours into nap & bedtime, the list is usually filled with my family’s everyday. I don’t know why I stopped, I guess I just got preoccupied, but this is my journal, and I do more than sew.  With that said, I’m bringing back the little moments with “when the sewing machine is off”:

We finally had to break down and get a vacuum that works, and I’ve never felt like such a slob in my life.  My goodness, that thing finds a lot of dirt in our little apartment.  The vacuum industry has made leaps and bounds in the last five years, I tell ya.

Apparently, when my girls aren’t sleeping on the same bed, or playing the same games, or splashing in the same bath, or drinking from the same cup, they’re eating on the same chair.  I literally cannot get them to sit apart anymore.  But I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing :)

I did me a little furniture rearranging today to get a spot cleared right by the windows to put our Christmas tree in a few days.  I keep coming in and seeing that bare corner and grinning in anticipation.

We don’t see much of Rauland with his ever-time-consuming student and church duties, but every once in a while he sneaks home before the girls go to bed and when he does so it feels like a gift.  Like, it really does feel like someone has handed me a tangible gift that we can hug and giggle over.