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If you read old books and journals, you’ve probably noticed wintertime references to everyday activities like breaking a covering of ice in the washbasin in the morning, before you wash. Or, perhaps not quite that, but instead, say, a habit of closing off part of the house in cold weather. Actually, we did that in our house when I was growing up, and I’ve often done it since. Because it makes sense.

The Common Room shares time-tested ways of staying warm without breaking the budget.

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… seem to be catching on thanks to an innovative company in North Carolina. (This is good for hospital settings, amongst other things.)

Even if you’re not a fan of ties, it’s an interesting story about a family with a drive for excellence, and a desire to build a regional industry.

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I would need to find a calculator to do the math (hey, we’re talking dividing circumference by pi, which is more than I can do in my head), but here’s instructions on making a girl’s twirly dress, using measurements and calculations instead of a pattern. This way, each dress is just the right size for each girl.

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Here’s a how-to for making a kap from scratch, pattern to product.

Just because surely some lady out there wants to know. 🙂

Added: How to Make a Plain Apron

hat tip: sidebar links at Plain Catholic in the Mountains

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1. The first week of August, the local newspaper called my husband to see if it was true that there was a woman who worked evenings at our gas station cum bookstore who only wore dresses or skirts. Having that confirmed, they told him that they were a bit busy just then, but would it be all right if they came by later to take a picture and maybe do an article?

They have never gotten back to us. I guess maybe they figured out that it isn’t news that a grown woman wears a skirt to pump gas and put books on shelves and run a cash register?

2. The woman in question is me. I have worn skirts more often than not for a long time, but back in June I finally took the plunge and took all my pants to a thrift store. Being pantless puts me in good company around here. We have quite a few women around here who never wear pants, starting with the Mennonite ladies, but also including some of the Baptists and other Christians, plus women who just think they don’t look good in pants, and right on down to a woman or two or three who just find pants uncomfortable to wear, plus some who are trying to make a fashion statement or develop a recognizable style. What with one thing and another, on any given day you’ll run into a goodly percentage of women in dresses around here. Most of the dresses are modest and practical, too. Just like the ladies who wear them.

3. This year, two of our outside cats had kittens. In the second litter, three of the four had extra toes. One kitten has since died and is buried in the back yard, and another (the pretty one with regular feet) fell ill and disappeared and is presumed dead. The remaining kittens are gray, with white toes. The extra toe is offset, and looks rather like a thumb. At this age, with such large feet, they look a bit as though they are wearing white baseball gloves. Well, no, not quite that. But close.

4. I made moose stew the other day. Now that’s something I thought I’d never say. But the landlord went on a hunting trip up north, and bagged a moose, and gave us some of the meat. I told him I hadn’t the least idea how to cook moose, and he suggested treating it like very lean beef, and using it in stew. So I did. What makes this even more fun is that for two years I have been working on a novel in which (in a subplot) some colonists make moose stew for some stranded travelers, but this month I’ve been spending all the time I can put together working on what I hope are final edits of that book. (That’s one of the big reasons I haven’t been blogging much, by the way.) When I first wrote about moose stew, I had no idea I’d ever make any. Life imitates art work in progress.

5. I have been having a very ecumenical month. I’ve attended services at the Lutheran Church – Missouri Synod, the First Baptist Church, and the Church of the Nazarene, plus I’ve attended a History of the Church presentation at the Catholic Church. The visit to the Nazarene Church was to celebrate the second anniversary of answering an altar call there.

6. We have had some lovely snowstorms this last week or so, worthy of midwinter. (And, yes, I was out there in the blizzards in a dress, pumping gas. If you wear layers and leg warmers, dresses are as warm or warmer than pants.)

7. Coming Saturday, November 14, Christian women around the world will be joining in a special day of prayer for schools and children. Arise! Cry Out! is being organized by Moms in Touch International. You don’t have to be a mother to participate.

For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary.

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The blogger at Virginia Is For Huguenots wishes to address the stereotype of a stern Puritan magistrate wearing a wig. The post contains history on the wearing of wigs by men, and on other fashions that provoked controversy and sometimes dismay amongst the faithful in the 17th and 18th centuries.

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Yesterday morning, as I was shuffling around trying to wake up, I heard a kitten crying out back. That got me awake and dressed and outside considerably faster than I’d planned to be up and outside. The kitten did not sound like it was in distress, mind you. I simply could. not. wait. to. see. what. it. looked. like. I’d like to say that my enthusiasm was because this was the first kitten mewing of 2009 (which it was), but the simple fact is that I quite enjoy meeting kittens.

Gremlin, it turned out, has had three kittens in hiding somewhere for weeks, and had decided it was time for formal introductions, not to mention time for them to do some of their eating out of a bowl. This litter is a nearly matched set of three: much white, with swirled calico markings of the palest gray and the palest orange, with darker gray splotches on the face. I’ve never seen cats like this, and now I have three. (I will be wanting homes for these shortly, if you’re local, and know anybody wanting a kitten…)

So I have, naturally, been spending time watching and petting kittens, and laughing quite out loud as their spunk outpaces their coordination.

Yesterday was also the day that the sand lilies first bloomed out back, and the Sweet William started blooming out front. Such a deal. The sand lilies are wild. The Sweet William was here when we got here. Beauty isn’t necessarily better when it’s free, but it sure doesn’t cheapen the experience, in my view.

When I was out admiring the sand lilies, they were being visited by small, dark green hornets. Yes, Virginia, there are real green hornets. I don’t recall seeing any before we moved here, but these definitely seemed to be hornets, and they were decidedly green.

While I was happily steeped in kittens and flowers, I got news of the death of one of my favorite old ladies (life’s so often like that, isn’t it?). She was 98, so I can’t say the news should have been unexpected, but it did come as a jolt. She was a Christian lady, radiating vitality coming and going, and the last I’d heard she was still playing the piano every Sunday at her church, and playing it well.

In other news, yesterday we were hearing from tourists coming to town from different directions, all saying,  ‘I drove through snow to get here! Can you believe that?’

Well, yes. We’re happily between ice ages, but we will have our moments of ‘unseasonable’ weather, particularly at the higher elevations. Get used to it. Besides, it made the fire danger go down. That’s a good thing this time of year.

This morning, I put all my pants and shorts into bags, and took them to the new thrift store. I have been living nearly exclusively in dresses and skirts for months and months now, and decided to take the plunge into entirely feminine dress, all the time. There are quite a few ladies around here who do not own a pair of pants, and so I know it can be done. (Well, OK, I know a bit of history. Most women in most of history never have had a pair of pants, so obviously it shouldn’t be a problem. But I grew up in a pantset and jeans world, and have been in need of some remedial training, so to speak.) After donating the pants, I further helped the thrift store get properly launched by buying a jumper. It looks nearly new, and cost three dollars. Yay, thrift stores.

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