Written by . . .
My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Category Archives: Make Do and Mend
Brooms have become tools of great importance in our lives. I remember having dinner with some friends from India last year, and they were describing the differences they noticed between daily life in India and that in the United States. … Continue reading
Girls, have you seen the Pinterest fails? You know, the professional Pinterest photo somebody saw of a perfect crafting experience and its lovely outcome . . . and then photographic evidence of their own botched operation? The first time somebody … Continue reading
You’re not going to believe this. I don’t even believe it. People keep giving me kitchens, it’s like a theme. If you’ve been with me for a while, you may remember my precious English friend who showed up with food, … Continue reading
Norah: “Let’s sing that stack one, Mommy.” Me: “I’m not sure I know that one.” Norah: “Sure you do. ‘Stack the walls with all the holly, fa la la la la la la la la . . .’” Harriet, joining … Continue reading
Today was a day we’ve been looking forward to for a while. It was time to celebrate the girls. Our Harriet has a birthday in two days and Norah in three weeks, so we planned a double birthday party for … Continue reading
I painted a wooden car and wooden door hanger ($2) from the craft store with acrylics–it says “Hugh and” (the “and” because I haven’t filled in his little brother’s name yet). The reverse side is below. Hugh’s prized possession is … Continue reading
I know my decorating projects are funny. They are always homemade, often small-scale, never even remotely professional. But I have so much fun with it. This farmhouse we’re living in has two small adjoining bedrooms with a connecting door that … Continue reading
It’s a busy season in this household. There are more pots on the stove than arms to stir them. Sometimes my husband and I turn to each other for a hand and find the other is busier yet. We have, … Continue reading
My husband says that I have become more creative since we married. I don’t think so, I say. All that’s actually happened is that I’ve stopped waiting for the perfect pitch before I swing at the ball. This has resulted … Continue reading