Or winding up. It depends on how you look at it. Lent is nearly done; Lazarus Saturday is tomorrow. This week I finished the third shirtwaist dress (no photos yet), finished the neck and button bands of the cardigan and started the sleeves, made two batches of prosphora today, mailed some censers (the top photo … Continue reading Winding down
Flopsy made a skirt and blouse from these vintage (not reissue!) patterns. Because most women sewed at that time, the instructions were pretty minimal. It looked like the pattern designers expected you to be a pretty decent seamstress. With the help of some of her couture/tailoring books we figured them out. While I was available … Continue reading Flopsy’s Vintage Sewing
[This is a follow-up to an earlier post, "Don't get caught under the net."] What do we think or feel when we hear those words? The impression is of a good thing, even a desirable and godly thing. After all, the word "righteous" is right there at the beginning. And "indignation" is usually something someone … Continue reading “Righteous Indignation”
I don't usually share things like this, but I've struggled with it for so long and finally had an epiphany. Probably most of us get angry when we see one person hurt another. When the "hurt" is magnified to mass murder and the "one person" is really a succession of multitudes acting on the same … Continue reading Don’t get caught under the net.
We began Saturday morning with an akathist. Afterward Mother Gabriella of Holy Dormition Monastery in Michigan gave talks in the morning and afternoon on prayer and Christian virtue. Liturgy the next morning for St. Cyril of Jerusalem, our parish saint. Coffee hour afterward on the pavilion. Aren't the next few sweet photos? (That's another small … Continue reading Patronal Feast and Visit from Mother Gabriella
Some photos taken of Mittens before we went home after the Akathist (I got to stay for a little of Mother Gabriella's talk).
These crocheted versions are available at Cozy House Curios. Interestingly, I am also in charge of dying the real red eggs for our parish at Pascha. I'm glad I don't have to crochet that many!