Amy's Spoonful of Sugar

My windows and mirrors are all smudgy.
There is a layer of dust on my bookshelves.
I have lots, and lots of laundry to put away.

Oh. and my finger hurts.

It hurts because I am finishing a headboard that my dear neighbors helped me get started.

So now I am on to the tufting part, which involves pushing a needle through drilled plywood and 2 inches of foam and batting.

I have stuck myself a couple times now and my finger hurts from pushing the end of the needle so hard.

And yes I have heard of a thimble. And no, I don't have one. But now I understand how important and helpful they can be.

So that is my current project. Who knows when it will be done. But when it is, I will unveil it here. And this current project is just one of the reasons why my windows are smudgy and my house is in general disarray.

But the pain of my fingers to accomplish something lovely got me to thinking today about the pain or trials we endure in order to achieve some greater happiness.

And that led me to think about the name of my blog.

I hope it never connotates that my life is constantly full of sugary happiness.

On the contrary, my life is full of ups and downs, peaks and valley's, sunshiny days and dreary drizzle.

But the point of my blog name is that our attitude about life in general, about where real happiness comes from, and the way we view our trials can help get us through anything, just as a spoonful of sugar can help the medicine go down.

I think Mary Poppins may have been, perhaps, the wisest fictional character. She was stern, she expected goodness and effort out of her charges, but she did so with a twinkle in her eye and a love of fun. She knew that the tough things required would only be palatable if there was also a smattering of joy, and moments of life's sweetness mixed in.

So if you come to this blog hoping only for a fake perfect world and life, well, you must not have read many of my posts, or you're going to be very disappointed.

But I'm glad you do stop by.

You help add the sweetener to the occasional days when all life gives me is lemons.

And I love you for it.