"The lesson [Henry David Thoreau] had taught himself, and which he tried to teach others, was summed up in the one word 'Simplify.' That meant simplify the outward circumstances of your life, simplify your needs and your ambitions; learn to delight in the simple pleasures which the world of Nature affords. It meant also, scorn public opinion, refuse to accept the common definitions of success, refuse to be moved by the judgment of others. And unlike most who advocate such attitudes, he put them into practice." (Walden and Other Writings by Henry David Thoreau--Edited and with an Introduction by Joseph Wood Krutch, Bantam Books, 1962, P. 1)
Showing posts with label Toys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toys. Show all posts
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Simple Wooden Toys
FarmBoy and I chatted a bit yesterday about memories of the best play times we had as children. The discussion was initiated by his witnessing my tossing away of three empty (plastic) thread spools. He related that some of his best memories of childhood play were of the imaginative sessions he and his playmates had with leftover wooden thread spools.
Today I saw Soulemama's post about similar play, and I was delighted. Her musings so reflect my own feelings about toys. See her blog here.
(By the way, my own favorite play memory is of a time my cousin Randy and I filled empty soda- pop cans with sand and raced them down makeshift tracks we created ourselves in the dunes along the coastline of Washington state. [Pop cans are not as nice as wood, aesthetically speaking, but we were deserving of points for recycling.] Nothing from my childhood kindles lovely memories like those of a day spent in soft gray sand with the ocean's rhythmic roar in the background.)
Today I saw Soulemama's post about similar play, and I was delighted. Her musings so reflect my own feelings about toys. See her blog here.
(By the way, my own favorite play memory is of a time my cousin Randy and I filled empty soda- pop cans with sand and raced them down makeshift tracks we created ourselves in the dunes along the coastline of Washington state. [Pop cans are not as nice as wood, aesthetically speaking, but we were deserving of points for recycling.] Nothing from my childhood kindles lovely memories like those of a day spent in soft gray sand with the ocean's rhythmic roar in the background.)
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Children's Nook
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Pirate Cuties
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Carpet Upkeep Made Better
Here, on our carpet, are six Humanitarian Dolls I made recently.After three years of weekly vacuuming, I was disappointed that the vacuum cleaner no longer left interesting patterns in the rug. I assumed it was because the carpet was no longer new. But, recently, the belt broke on the vacuum cleaner, so FarmBoy cleaned up the machinery and changed the belt. Now, I'm getting the patterns again, and vacuuming is almost a pleasure, as in the beginning.
It's sometimes just little things that make such a big difference.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Doggy Girl
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Two New Friends

Yesterday, while blowing my nose enough to fill a whole paper bag with used tissues, I somehow also managed to finish these two new soft friends for Tony, Jr. to play with when he comes to visit. Making them was great fun. The rabbity fellow was finished in time to watch the end of Porco Rosso with us. The sharky-doggy wasn't finished until bed-time, poor thing. It took me a long time to sew a strip of silky ribbon to his spine, but doing so gave him just the smoothness he was lacking. Both are eagerly waiting now to be carried and caressed by someone with pudgy little fingers and hands.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Humanitarian Doll
Here is a photo of the Humanitarian Doll I made over the weekend. The pattern for these simple little dolls is most ingenious. You can see it for yourself here. And the address for one place where a person can contribute humanitarian aid items can be found here. On that page you will also find a link to patterns and instructions for many other things to make and share.
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