Friday, July 31, 2009

Opening the Present . . .



. . . you will find that I am still
sewing a stack and slash quilt with my aunt,
attempting to knit a shawl,

. . . as well as working on
a thank you note,
copying all my poems into one notebook,

. . . and you will find on my night stand
All-of-a-Kind Family by Sydney Taylor

. . . and, lately, I have been listening to
Celtic Worship by Eden's Bridge

Have a good weekend! ~Megan

Competition

The day before the piano competition I try to make myself nervous. I know this sounds crazy, but I practice playing the pieces imagining I'm in a strange room, sitting at an unfamiliar piano, being watched by a straight-faced judge. It doesn't work very well. The night before, I am still cool as a cucumber, hoping it will last.

Then comes the next day-- the one that I have been preparing for months in advance. I eat a breakfast despite the fact I am not hungry. I get ready for the day. While curlers are in my hair, I iron the brown skirt I am going to wear. I practice my pieces one last time before my sisters, Mom, and I head out the door.



In the car my heart seems to be pumping faster than usual. Other than that, I am pretty calm. I am happy that I am a lot more relaxed than other times.

This is all before we get to the hotel. Once there, my feet begin to slide in my shoes. While in the bathroom I try to wipe them off. I use my newly ironed skirt. It helps, and I make my way to the sign-in table where my official name tag is missing, forcing me to use a temporary one. We then go up the elevator to room #13. I hand my two pieces of music over to the official girl outside the competition room, while hearing one of my pieces being played on the other side of the door. The door opens and I am escorted into the hotel-turned-music room.


I see the piano. I hear a cheerful voice saying that I can warm up. I begin to play a scale. My fingers play automatically, but my mind is in another zone. After a minute has slowly passed, the same, cheerful voice tells me that I may begin.

I start. First I play the piece that I heard while waiting my turn, Camel Caravan. Then, I go into another piece, The Matador. After a couple of stumbles on the foreign piano, with the pedals not even an inch above the hotel carpet, I have finished. The cheerful voice from earlier talks one more time. The owner of this voice is a judge. She tells me that I may leave the room. I go out into the hallway, relieved that it is over. A minute later the official girl returns my music.

We get into our car. Even though I've done a better job other times, I feel good with what I did. I even think I would like to do it again, now that I've had some practice. It helps knowing that all the practice I put into it will pay off regardless of the score I receive.

~Megan

Thursday, July 30, 2009

In My Bookbag



Lately, I've been hooked on Louisa May Alcott's writings. It all started a couple of months ago--that fateful day at the library when I found a sequel to Little Women, cleverly entitled Little Men. I read Little Men and was thrilled to learn it too had a sequel, Jo's Boys. I had thought I was finishing up the series before this discovery. Little did I know that I would end up checking out The Poems of Louisa May Alcott, Flower Fables, and Eight Cousins. I now find myself a bit tired of Louisa May Alcott. I imagine you are tired of her also, since I keep mentioning her name.

Last night, I made the decision to break loose of the Alcott books and read a different author. The book I started was All -of- a- Kind Family by Sydney Taylor. It also focuses on a family comprised of girls, only it ups the number to five. Other differences are it is set in a later time period, it takes place in New York rather than Massachusetts, and is a lot shorter.

Does this mean that I will never read a book by Louisa May Alcott again? No. I do like her books, but just like any other author and his or her books, I can get bored with the same style. So while I'm expanding my horizons, I have a question. Have you read a good book lately? I'll look forward to any responses!

~Megan

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Summer Blues



Going to the pool is one of Middle Sister, Youngest Sister, and my favorite warm weather activities. My Mom has been taking us to the neighborhood pool in the mornings. It is fun to go when nobody else is there and wake up as you take a flying leap into the cool blue water. Lately, we haven't been able to enjoy this particular blue because cooler weather has decided to come through.



Here is another kind of blue. One that can be both cold and dreary as well as soothing and cozy. I guess all kinds of weather have their good sides and not so good sides. For example, this rainy weather is part of the reason I got on the computer right now while in my pajamas. I guess I like all these blues. Part of the reason may be because I like the color blue in general. Whatever the reason, happy summer blues to all! ~Megan

Monday, July 27, 2009

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Friday night, my MeeMaw and PawPaw took me, Middle Sister, Youngest Sister, and my cousins, to our annual ball game.  The stadium had recently been remodeled and it was lots of fun to see the changes!

In the fourth inning, we all went to the new kids area. With special tickets, we were able to ride the carousel and play miniature golf.





After the game there was a display of fireworks.



Even though the game itself wasn't exciting (it ended with the score of 2 to 0), the night was a lot of fun! ~Megan

Friday, July 24, 2009

Fairy Fun

Real is good, but sometimes pretend is really good! With that said, I'd like to chat a bit about fairies.


First off. . . Fairy Dust

An essential in a fairy's possessions, fairy dust is available at certain craft stores (as well as the restaurant Alice's Tea Cup, in New York City). We are some of the lucky people who have it. How do you use it?

1. Lightly get a bit of fairy dust onto a makeup brush.
2. Twirl the fairy dust around your head and make a wish.
3. Enjoy the sparkle for the rest of your day!


Then. . . Fairy Handbooks

My friend (www.cinderelliesworld.blogspot.com) has given my sisters and me these two fairy handbooks. They are fun and very informative:)


Next . . . a Fairy Shoe

One poor little fairy (maybe a princess) seems to have lost her shoe. For weeks it has sat on this candle, waiting perhaps for a fairy prince to pick it up.


And then comes . . . a Fairy House

While in Maine a couple of months ago, we found a little island that had a clearing dedicated to the use of building fairy houses. The rules were as follows:

1. Only use natural things to build the houses.
2. Leave other peoples houses as they are found.
3. You may use anything you find in the forest, as long as it is not alive (no picking flowers, leaves, etc.).

Now I am going to share with you two amazing pictures. Drum roll, please. . .


Here is. . . a Fairy!

A beautiful jeweled blue fairy is shown here. She is right at home in this teapot and is shown taking a peek at her yard. She lives in our house, in the neighborhood of Little Girl Land.


Miss Fairy Out and About!


This picture is a rare look at Miss Fairy getting a breath of fresh air at the local Pooh's Tea Cup. She is shown at her best, having just fluffed her hair.

I hope you enjoyed this little bit of make believe! ~Megan

Monday, July 20, 2009

A New Neighbor


In front of our front porch we have a tree that is about six feet tall. It is now home to a little nest and a baby bird. If you hold the branch with the nest down, the baby bird will sometimes open its mouth. We discovered our new neighbor a couple of weeks ago and we think that it has started learning how to fly. It is fun to watch such a helpless tiny little creature grow.

~Megan

Saturday, July 18, 2009

With a Bow on Top



Earlier this week we made a trip to Wal-Mart. While there, I found these cute little bundles of five fabrics each. I bought them, thinking of the adorable gifts they could provide. I began to dream of all I could make out of the darling bundles. First there is, then there's, and don't forget. . . I didn't worry, the list would come with time.


Bundle 1# Soft and sweet


Bundle 2# Bright and cheerful


I can't complain about the craziness that is always at that store, or the fact that "we came, we saw, and we conquered" two hours after our arrival. Nope, I am too excited to start sewing! Anybody else excited about a find?
To be continued-
~Megan

Friday, July 17, 2009

Opening the Present . . .



. . . you will find that I am
sewing a stack and slash quilt with my aunt,
attempting to knit a shawl,

. . . as well as working on
putting curtains up in my room,
copying all my poems into one notebook,

. . . and you will find on my night stand
Jo's Boys by Louisa May Alcott

. . . and, lately, I have been listening to
Say It by Britt Nicole

Have a good weekend! ~Megan

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Dryer Difficulties



Yesterday, at fifteen years of age, our hard working dryer quit drying. The washer of the same age has never taken a break, but the dryer has. Four years ago a bearing halted action, two years ago it was a fuse, and yesterday the thermostat quit telling the temperature.

My Dad took it to the same family-owned business as the other two times. At the dinner table he told us about the drop off, which included how a "girl with her dolly" came out to take the dryer inside. I should probably tell you that I have two little sisters, Middle Sister and Youngest Sister. Knowing that, I will let you know that they both looked bewildered at my Dad's comment.

Sophie clarified, "A little girl came out with her doll to get our dryer?" That brought a smile all around the table, and the other meaning of dolly was explained, Amelia Bedelia style. My Dad then told us that the people would call the next day to tell us the verdict.

Today we got the call that our dryer would dry again. Thus, it was fixed and my Dad was able to pick it up. It is back home in the laundry room, and we are pretty sure that it deserves the name Lazarus!

Happy drying! ~Megan

On Pins and Needles

Last week I finally got to my stack of sewing that had been accumulating next to the sewing machine. The pile was made up of place mats, napkins, and cut out fabrics, all for the purpose of making summer purses.

Here are some of the fabrics I used-


And here are some of the supplies-


And last, but not least, here are the purses-






I ended up making four purses (two of the floral). The first one was for Middle Sister, the second for my Gramma (in whose birthday card this year I wrote that I would make her something later in the year. . . I can now mentally check that off), the third for Youngest Sister, and the fourth for myself :) It all made for some happy summer sewing!
~Megan

Friday, July 10, 2009

Charmed, I'm Sure

Since this is my first post, I thought that I would share with you a little bit about myself. In the end, I decided that my charm bracelet would serve the purpose well.

M This was my first charm. My Gramma got it for me, along with the bracelet itself. The M stands for my name.


Musical Notes & Piano I play the piano and have for a few years now. Although I am not thrilled about practicing most of the time, I really enjoy it.

Pointe Shoes I dance in a home school ballet program. I take ballet, modern, and pointe there. Every other year we do a performance in which all the dances are tied together by one story.

Painter's Pallet I enjoy art of all kinds. When I was four or five, I would go through tape like crazy (for Christmas I was actually given four things of tape, each dispenser a different color). Eventually, I started using other things to create.

So, there you have it. Of course, there are a whole lot of other things I enjoy, but, for this post at least, I will just stick with my charms.

Nice meeting you~ Megan