for the writer

My friend Annie is a writer.
Not an aspiring writer as if you can’t be a writer until you have a published work.
That would be like me not being able to call myself a seamstress until I have my own line of clothing walking NY Fashion week.
{oh the silly distinctions we make}
Someday she will produce some lovely work, likely a memoir, and I’ll cry as I read it through.
Currently she is chasing her two beautiful daughters through the Oregon rain and writes her story on her blog.

I love my friend The Writer and I love that she makes time to write daily.
{although i’m pretty sure if she didn’t write daily her head would explode}
She moved from this Island of Aloha a few months ago and I wanted to make her something to encourage her in her daily expression.

I totally just took a huge break in the middle of writing this post to watch Coldplay live from Madrid on YouTube.
Many apologies.

It’s just a Moleskine that I sewed a bias cut strip of fabric onto.
{have i mentioned my wee obsession with moleskines? i ♥ them}
A Moleskine that I just happened to have lying around.
It’s a large blank cashier in case you were wondering.

On the inside I put a library card style pocket that I made with some leftover scrapbook paper.
Inside that I put another wee sized Moleskine.
Another Moleskine that I just happened to have lying around.
It’s a pocket sized graph paper cashier in case you were wondering.
{wasn’t kidding about the obsession}

You might be wondering why on earth someone needs a Moleskine inside a Moleskine.
Well when I stepped into The Writer’s shoes I realized that although the large size is probably more accomidating for putting down your thoughts, it’s not really conducive to putting down thoughts whilst chasing toddlers at the park.
Enter the pocket-sized Moleskine.
{yes i am that ridiculous}

I also added a library card, on it I put a quote from my favorite hymn written by Samuel Rodigast.
It’s a good bit of truth to cling to when God has you in a season of constant change.

It reads:

Whatever my God ordains is right,
Here shall my stand be taken;
Though sorrow, or need, or death be mine,
Yet I am not forsaken,
My Father’s care circles me there,
He holds me that I shall not fall,
And so to Him I leave it all.

~Samuel Rodigast

The Writer finally got it all in the mail this morning.
She was thrilled.
{my ♥ is happy}

No wanderings today.
I am off to scrub hose down and bleach the evidence of the last several months of The Cadet potty training.
{he actually is potty-trained but this female didn’t realize there was so much training needed on aiming}
It’s been cleaned regularly but there is faint lingering odor which I think is just a loverly bonus from the plasticy synthetic flooring that the Army has given us.
My poor mother has to take over the kid’s bathroom this week.
{bless her ♥}

  3 comments for “for the writer

  1. Annie
    10.26.2011 at 13:50

    I love this post almost as much as I love my journal. *almost.* you are too kind my friend!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

    • Marti Burdette McCraw
      11.2.2011 at 17:47

      Like 😉 Thank you. You’re not such a bad writer yourself you know. Annie is my niece.

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