November 30, 2011

They Are So Much Alike



Though not a drop of blood between them, Grandma Darlene and Mabel Rae have oodles in common. Not so much the age gap; there is 86 years between them. But they are bullheaded and strong. Direct. Unafraid.

Brave.

Godly.

BEAUTIFUL.

I am so glad that they met and fell in love immediately.

November 29, 2011

Eating at Me

My brain is buzzing this week. Holy moly. I have holidy-itis. How about a mess of thinking today?

This year, the babysitter is closing for a few days after Christmas. Because Bryon will have to work, that leaves me to watch the children. Now -someone, somwhere might think I am insane in the membrane, but I choose to see this as a relaxation celebration instead. Ten days alone with children (well, other than the evenings when Bryon will walk in the doorway and I will leap into his arms and ask him to save me - ahem) isn't scary really. No way. IAMSOEXCITED. My 3 will be spending their entire Christmas break with us this year, so I will have someone tiny by my side the entire time. My brain is buzzing with what to do with myself. For those times when the kids are self-occupied or sleeping? Bridget Jones and Love Actually. The Holiday. Family Stone.

I am ready to start my next projects. The creative juices are flowing and I'm ready to let them go. I do have some skirts on hand for the girls that I am considering whipping together for Christmas, but I haven't decided about that yet. Maybe. I keep changing them in my head so that's not helping things (corduroy! crenoline! HO - NOT what I have on hand.) The skirts are not what is eating at me, though. And I've learned to work on the things that are eating at me first.

The canvas for our living room is eating at me.

My blog book is eating at me. Except Blurb is misbehaving and I lost 350 pages already because of a technical issue. I'm too mad to work on this one right now. But it's still eating me.

The girls' second blankets are eating at me. Wait -what was that? Oh yes. Since the girls and Trevor are downstairs (remember, ground level NOT basement icebox) it is a little bit chillier in their room than it is upstairs. Also, they want to drag their quilts all over everyplace to snuggle in around the house. This is... cumbersome. Bryon suggested that the girls in particular have another blanket on their beds for just such a reason. (Trevor digs into his blankets now and swirls until he is covered by a pound of fluff on all sides. When he was little it had to be just-so. Not so much now.) Of course Husband meant that I should walk myself upstairs and select blankets from the ample supply in our linen closet and apply them to the little beds. Free and easy. But I can't do things that easily. Come on now, who am I? No, no, no. I'm all busy dreaming up their next blankets. This time they won't be full twin size; they will be smaller. Mobile. I'm thinking of buying a full/queen warm & natural roll and then chopping her in half. Sortof. Whatever THAT size is. It needs to be small enough for me to work in my machine or by hand but a bit bigger than crib size. Maybe flannel or an upcycled blanket and some yarn will be involved. Yes I said by hand. I'm not really itching to stitch by hand, I'm itching to knot it.

When I was little, my granny used to make apple pies with cinnamon Red Hots inside. Not my thing, but I sure do love making her apple pies without the candies. Might have to pop one of those out of my oven this holiday.

Bryon mentioned a remarkable (yet inexpensive) idea for the house last week. I don't want to share until we can make it happen. Plans are underway!

Ever notice how difficult it is to find vintage BOY linens? I mean, if you exclude dump trucks, super heros, star wars, and the like. I'd even take just the right 1970's vintage brown over what I keep seeing! All I keep finding are stripes and primary colors. Uh... no. Frustrating.

"DEER!" Mabel shouted on the drive the other day. On that morning it was 24 degrees out with dense fog - prime environment for road frost. And the speed limit is 75 so, there is NO quick braking. That's just stupidity. So I scanned everywhere for this mammal before me. "Where?" I shouted. "In my Bambi book, Mama! Right here," she pointed from her carseat. Took about 10 minutes for my heart to resume normal pace.

I am in love with this place that I live. It's becoming the season of rebirth, the white-washing away of everything past. This morning hoarfrost covered everything in white glitter. The sun was behind the dense fog, so it was like heaven, I think. White, glowing, and glittery -that's what Heaven looks like in my mind. This must be it on earth.

My friend Michelle and I went for sushi last week. Just because. Because she needed someone to listen and because God placed her on my heart so strongly that I invited her to dinner sometime around 9 on Monday morning. We looked forward to it all day. We spent quite a long time deciding and I was adventurous. We had eel (it's cooked) and (cream) cheese appetizer - yummo. Then, a Tokyo roll, sashimi plate, and peanut avocado roll. Michelle had a seaweed salad and I, miso soup. We also shared a rainbow roll and I learned that red snapper is not red - it's white. And it was wonderful. I remember Becky telling me that eel was not her favorite, but I was quite suprised by it. Slightly fishing but not at all overwhelming. In fact, the salmon is fishier in my opinion. It was all delicious. Hot tea, warm words, and talk of Jesus over sushi. What on earth could be better than that?!

We didn't eat our Thanksgiving meal on Thursday. Instead we had family time and planned to cook Saturday. We visited Bryon's elderly grandmother on Saturday afternoon before dinner (her 90th birthday is approaching). She hasn't been doing so well, so we decided to prioritize her over a meal. Bryon's mom made her way to our place after we got home that evening, and my husband and I finished up Thanksgiving dinner together in our kitchen: roasted turkey (stuffed with lemons halves and garlic gloves, and butter/fresh herbs tucked under the skin), mashed potatoes and homemade gravy, stuffing, green beans, sweet potatoes, and pumpkin pie. We had delicious company, a wonderful prayer, and a beautiful family. So, so blessed. And? My mother in law LOVES when I cook. Compliments all over the place; it was the weirdest and most fun feeling ever!

When we were visiting Grandma Darlene last weekend, Grandpa Delmer was in the hospital suffering from a chemo setback. Unfortunately, we could not visit him while we were there. Even more sadly, he passed away last night. So this weekend will mark the second funeral Husband and I have attended within the past month. Our heart is breaking for Grandma Darlene. Prayers are requested. I will be giving this its own post soon.

It's officially been 3 years since my last cigarette. I can tell you honestly that I really don't even think of it anymore. God is good.

Trevor washed dishes last night after dinner. He looked so grown up standing at the sink. He was wearing blue camo pajama pants and no shirt, and was up to his elbows in bubbles.

Bryon and I are meeting today with the pastor that married us. We meet once per month at least, just to talk about married life. You could certainly call it counseling but we think of it more as mentoring. A platform to speak our minds. We do have so many more issues to face together than the average couple, and we are determined to experience them with grace and God together. That is HARD, yo. We love that we share such a good friend and can be so honest with him and with each other. It's a blessing.

November 28, 2011

A Quilt For Phyllis

Oh, how I hope that all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Ours was excellent. More on that later. While I recoup from my weekend of recouperation, how's about a look at Phyllis's quilt? I thought you'd like that.


My big girl's quilt took a bit longer to get back from topquilter Mary. But it was well worth it. Mary used freestyle loops in white thread to meander around my embroidery...

of magical mermaids...



writing, and flowers...




your love is as soft as a puppy lick




There was a wonky log cabin square in the middle (surrounded by creatures designed by Heather Ross of course),




and a "3" on the side.




Hayley's twin quilt was freestyle all the way, just like Mabel's. And like her sister, hers has darling rounded corners as well.



November 24, 2011

Things I Love Thursday

I am thankful for my Heavenly Father, for His love, and the gift of His Son - who SAVED MY LIFE and forgives my sins.
I am thankful for my husband, who took so many hard years to find but who is more worth it than I could ever have imagined. 
I am thankful for my children, all four of them who hold their own solid ground in my heart - who each push me to be better and teach me more about our world.
I am thankful for my family, that most especially includes my mother, whom I especially miss every year on Thanksgiving - and my Lulu, who is the sister God surprised me with after I was mostly grown up (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LULU).
I am thankful for my friends (all of YOU), and for our church - where I am supported and loved unconditionally.
I am thankful for our home, warm, unique to us, and hosting of all of our 6 peep traditions.
I am thankful for our vehicles and the jobs we drive back and forth to, which really are no more than the means by which we support everything above.
I am thankful for all of the trials in our lives that draw us closer to the Lord, and for the perspective and maturity (however difficult and long to get) it takes to realize their blessings.
I am thankful for our earth, for the delicious fruits, vegetables, and animals that God gave to us - especially the opportunity I have to care for my family by using these gifts.
I am thankful for my freedom, my country, and the community in which we live - a place shielded from much of the world's societal pressures and full of God's sweet music.

Now then. With those MOST important things said first - I have collected a list for you all this week.

1. I'm in love with tomato red, gray, and black.


2. Random panels of wallpaper (on MDF board perhaps?) - very nice.
3. Sushi. I am now a believer and I'm all in. I love eel (it's cooked, Peeps - don't freak). Red snapper and albacore tuna sashimi are good, though I find regular tuna too soft to eat alone. Personal preference. I've gotten quite adventurous with maki and, so long as it doesn't have an eyeball somewhere or covered in topeko (eggs), I've tried oh so many delicious things. From the start of edamame, and miso soup (which Mabel loves). LOVE.

4. My husband's love and eager interest in Harry Potter. Like, he ordered it up on OnDemand even though he knew fully we'd be buying it the next time we stepped foot into Target. And then proceeded to comment on Nagini and Snape (oh the horror), as well as his love for Neville. Dude even said 'lumos' the other day (though he didn't use the spell correctly - shhh). My heart went pitter-pat.



11. Go check out Gifted e-magazine. Wonderful, handmade, SIMPLE Christmas gift ideas!
All images are Pinned (for sources) unless otherwise noted. 

November 23, 2011

Weddennessday

My brain is buzzing this week. Holy moly. I have holidy-itis.

This year, the babysitter is closing for a few days after Christmas. Because Bryon will have to work, that leaves me to watch the children. Now - someone, somwhere might think I am insane in the membrane, but I choose to see this as a relaxation celebration instead. Ten days alone with children (well, other than the evenings when Bryon will walk in the doorway and I will leap into his arms and ask him to save me - ahem) isn't scary really. No way. IAMSOEXCITED. Some of our flock may end up visiting family elsewhere for part of the holiday, but I will have someone tiny by my side the entire time. My brain is buzzing with what to do with myself. For those times when the kids are self-occupied or sleeping? Bridget Jones and Love Actually. The Holiday. Family Stone.

I haven't forgotten that I need to post the pictures of Hayley's quilt. I took them, honest I did. Then everyone got sick and thew up (that was Moo, post eye-infection cherry on top) and there was birthday drama. I prioritized the kids and forgot to upload the photos. Thank you in advance for your patience as I now struggle to remember every evening when I go home to do this.

I am ready to start my next projects. The creative juices are flowing and I'm ready to let them go. I do have some skirts on hand for the girls that I am considering whipping together for Christmas, but I haven't decided about that yet. Maybe. I keep changing them in my head so that's not helping things (corduroy! crenoline! HO - NOT what I have on hand.) The skirts are not what is eating at me, though. And I've learned to work on the things that are eating at me first.

The canvas for our living room is eating at me. 

My blog book is eating at me.

The girls' second blankets are eating at me. Wait - what was that? Oh yes. Since the girls and Trevor are downstairs (remember, ground level NOT basement icebox) it is a little bit chillier in their room than it is upstairs. Also, they want to drag their quilts all over everyplace to snuggle in around the house. This is... cumbersome. Bryon suggested that the girls in particular have another blanket on their beds for just such a reason. (Trevor digs into his blankets now and swirls until he is covered by a pound of fluff on all sides. When he was little it had to be just-so. Not so much now.) Of course Husband meant that I should walk myself upstairs and select blankets from the ample supply in our linen closet and apply them to the little beds. Free and easy. But I can't do things that easily. Come on now, who am I? No, no, no. I'm all busy dreaming up their next blankets. This time they won't be full twin size; they will be smaller. Mobile. I'm thinking of buying a full/queen warm & natural roll and then chopping her in half. Sortof. Whatever THAT size is. It needs to be small enough for me to work in my machine or by hand but a bit bigger than crib size. Maybe flannel or an upcycled blanket and some yarn will be involved. Yes I said by hand. I'm not really itching to stitch by hand, I'm itching to knot it. 

When I was little, my granny used to make apple pies with cinnamon Red Hots inside. Not my thing, but I sure do love making her apple pies without the candies. Might have to pop one of those out of my oven this holiday.

Bryon mentioned a remarkable (yet inexpensive) idea for the house on Saturday night. I don't want to share until we can make it happen. Plans are underway!

Ever notice how difficult it is to find vintage BOY linens? I mean, if you exclude dump trucks, super heros, star wars, and the like. I'd even take just the right 1970's vintage brown over what I keep seeing! All I keep finding are stripes and primary colors. Uh... no. Frustrating. 


"DEER!" Mabel shouted on the drive in this morning. Now, it was 24 degrees out with dense fog - prime environment for road frost. And the speed limit is 75 so, there is NO quick braking. That's just stupidity. So I scan everywhere for this mammal before me. "Where?" I shouted.  "In my Bambi book, Mama! Right here," she pointed from her carseat. Took about 10 minutes for my heart to resume normal pace.

I am in love with this place that I live. It's becoming the season of rebirth, the white-washing away of everything past. This morning hoarfrost covered everything in white glitter. The sun was behind the dense fog, so it was like heaven, I think. White, glowing, and glittery - that's what Heaven looks like in my mind. This must be it on earth.

My friend Michelle and I went for sushi Monday night. Just because. Because she needed someone to listen and because God placed her on my heart so strongly that I invited her to dinner sometime around 9 on Monday morning. We looked forward to it all day. We spent quite a long time deciding and I was adventurous. We had eel (it's cooked) and (cream) cheese appetizer - yummo. Then, a Tokyo roll, sashimi plate, and peanut avocado roll. Michelle had a seaweed salad and I, miso soup. We also shared a rainbow roll and I learned that red snapper is not red - it's white. And it was wonderful. I remember Becky telling me that eel was not her favorite, but I was quite suprised by it. Slightly fishing but not at all overwhelming. In fact, the salmon is fishier in my opinion. It was all delicious. Hot tea, warm words, and talk of Jesus over sushi. What on earth could be better than that?!

We aren't eating our Thanksgiving meal on Thursday. Instead, we're planning to travel west a bit to visit Bryon's elderly grandmother. She is nearing the end of her journey on this earth I suspect, so we've decided to prioritize her over a meal. I'm planning to cook on Saturday instead. On my list: roasted turkey (stuffed with lemons halves and garlic gloves, and butter/fresh herbs tucked under the skin), mashed potatoes and homemade gravy, stuffing, green beans, amish noodles, sweet potatoes, cranberry jelly, and pumpkin pie. Pretty standard - but I can't WAIT to cook it all. I have a 16 lb turkey this year. I would have bought a 20 lb-er if I'd found one, just for leftovers.

It's officially been 3 years since my last cigarette. I can tell you honestly that I really don't even think of it anymore. God is good.

Bryon and I are meeting today with the pastor that married us. We meet once per month at least, just to talk about married life. You could certainly call it counseling but we think of it more as mentoring. A platform to speak our minds. We do have so many more issues to face together than the average couple, and we are determined to experience them with grace and God together. That is HARD, yo. We love that we share such a good friend and can be so honest with him and with each other. It's a blessing.

I'm thankful for all of you. God bless you on this holiday!

November 22, 2011

Love Will Turn You Around

Saturday night, Bryon and I found time to reconnect on the living room floor with the iPod. With workloads increasing over the past few months, those romantic, lyrical late nights came fewer and farther between. We found other ways to communicate and flirt and be close, but music is sort of "home" for us in that way.

The night started early. God was so present. Bryon hugged all 4 of his kiddos, tucked each of them into bed himself, and prayed with them. He knows how very, very important it is for him to pray with and lead the girls in particular, so he spent just a few extra minutes in their possibly pink room. We turned off the Tinkerbell light. He sat on Hayley's bed and I kneeled (like my daddy used to) beside Mabel and held her hands. Bryon prayed for their protection, he thanked God for sending his son Jesus to die on the cross for us. He thanked God for our family and asked for blessings for those less fortunate. He asked for the Holy Spirit to open our hearts for church the next day, to allow His Word to enter into our hearts and lead us all week long. I didn't need to be proud of him, but I was so proud of him. He is maturing as a Christian, my husband. Still new - still unknowing of all the joy God has to offer (like all of us, right?), but his heart is THERE. Oh the feeling I had. It was amazing to hear him pray. I love hearing him pray!

After our four were tucked into their beds and snuggled under their quilts (even the boys got mugged instead of high-fived on this night, he was feeling so grateful for FOUR children to raise), Bryon and I settled on the floor in the living room in front of the iPod. Lots of Christian music floated through the air, selected by my husband. We shuffled through some Neil Diamond, Volbeat, and Kenny Rogers [because love WILL turn you around], but most of the tunes cranking were of the Jesus variety.

He was in a special place, my husband. The Holy Spirit was working on him something fierce. "I want to teach a couples retreat with you, for people that are getting remarried. I think we have a responsibility to share our story, show people how to do it with God in it," he said. My heart just leapt into my throat. How very, very awesome. Not that I feel in any way qualified yet, but I knew what he was feeling. He spoke about doing a mission, speaking to young people with a Christian mentor. He asked about doing a national mission trip with me. He told me that he was done with the corporate climb. Yes, despite my husband's brilliance, he says he is quite happy leading his troop right where he is - on the floor. He doesn't need anything more;  money is not important. He's not interested in more. He is interested in MORE. God's MORE. Love it.

Later he stood in the kitchen with tears in his eyes. Ben Folds was singing The Luckiest when he said, "I never would have heard this if it wasn't for you. And I never would have downloaded it onto my iPod so that I could surprise you with it in the car. I wanted you to hear it and be excited." And I remember that day, when it just shuffled on. I was very excited. And learning why it was there in the first place? Yeah, this is how I stay in love with him. He is amazing. And he loves our 6 pack.

When we finally decided the next day that it was time to tuck ourselves into bed, I stood at the bathroom sink to remove my contact lenses. He went on into the bedroom to straighten the covers.

"I can't do this without you," I heard him say.

I stopped and blinked at myself in the mirror. The independent, still sometimes hurt from past scars girl said, "What can't you do - life, or make the bed?" Sarcasm. Sigh.

I finished with my eyeballs and walked into the bedroom. He was standing on his side of the bedroom with his arms crossed and a tiny smile on his face. "Woman, I said I can't do this without you." His voice was even and patient; he was not upset but he wanted to make sure there was absolutely never any doubt in my mind about his words. "I could have been talking about making the bed, but I wasn't. I was talking about life. I cannot do this without you beside me. Every day." When he calls me 'woman' I know he means business. Good business. And I thank him for having the patience to repeat those words to me as many times as it takes for my heart to realize that this is different. I love that this is different. I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

Somewhere around 4am Bryon rolled over to face me again. The quilts fluffed and crinkled around him. I was still perched on the 3 pillows required to breathe through my snotted nose (still have the cold, see). He reached out and took hold of my hand in the dark. I woke just enough to smile and wonder what he was thinking.
 

We were still holding hands when the alarm went off for church.

November 21, 2011

Phyllis Is 7

#3 turned 7 last Friday. Wowsers.

This year, the week of Hayley's birthday was wrought with complications. Dad had his monthly presentation at work and two departmental budgets due. Then Hayley, Trevor, and Mabel decided to get pink eye and require a doctor's visit and prescription. As a result, I didn't have time to charge my camera battery or make her cake [and yes, my heart was broken at that] and the family who was coming to our house had to cancel. 

Hales held it together decently well (oh yes, there were waterworks from my sensitive girl, but she found her smile again) and we absolutely salvaged a great birthday celebration - OUR way. She picked out an orange, frosted angel food cake with birthday cake ice cream.


We had a family game night playing cards and made her favorite loaded nachos for dinner - with blue punch! She opened her presents and most loved her purple flower necklace, a long, beaded necklace picked out by Mabel, and her quilt, which she snuggled into immediately to watch a movie on the couch.

  

On Saturday we decided that a distraction was needed. She's been asking to get her ears pierced for months. Bryon thought for sure his sensitive, nervous little girl would chicken out. I didn't think so; she's been bucking up a bit. She WANTED this. She was going to go through with it. He asked her if she was scared. I asked her if she was ready to be brave. "You can so do this, Hayley," I said. Even Mabel was excited to have Hayley's ears match hers and watched with very wide eyes.



She hopped right up in that chair. There wasn't any talking her out of it.


We asked her if she wanted someone to hold her hands and she picked me. Me!



She picked out rainbow flowers. Very precious.

Oh my yes, my big girl is indeed big. She grew a lot this weekend - in ways we never could have planned. We are both so very proud of her.

Love you, Phyllis.

November 18, 2011

Have A Simple Christmas: Gift Ideas

So many of you were inspired by my post about a simplistic Christmas. Me, too! So, I thought I would share some of the links I've been sent that I love, as well as some of the other ideas I've been collecting on Pinterest (follow me using that red button over on the left  <-------------  ). Maybe you'll be even MORE inspired! Then I'll be more inspired, and then you, and then me, and then our heads will blow up. Thought ought to look interesting.


I want to start with the fort kit that started it all - this awesome thing will be sitting under our tree this year, I hope. I'm scouting the following materials from thrift stores: pillowcase for the "bag", 2 twin flat sheets or thin blankets for forting (is that a word?), 2 flashlights, and binoculars.

 
I saw these and thought of the many little things my babies collect. Hayley loves beads so this would be ideal for her, and easily made from items around your home: upcycled food jars, plastic animals, and spray paint.
 
 
 
 
I love this sweet pillow. Folks, this is easily made - with no pattern. Just grab some butcher paper and trace an animal head - or draw it freestyle with a pencil onto your fabric. Then embroider the face, sew, and fill with batting.
 
 
Oh how I have always dreamed of making pillow case nightgowns!
 
 
 
 
It's easy to rustle up some embroidery floss and whip up some friendship necklaces, and bracelets! Directions are all over internet these days.
 
 
 
 
 
I know I've posted these ornaments before. Circle punch some favorite pictures and mount to your favorite patterned paper. Modpodge it if you feel fancy. The grandparents will go bonkers for this simple but special gift. 
 
 
 
 
Dana Made some twirly skirts. So ridiculously easy - you can do one in an evening. Probably in two episodes of Grey's Anatomy!
 
 
 
 
Now this fancy denim bag is... drool-worthy. I'm including this for you fellow overachievers out there. If only I had the time!
 
 
 
 
Handmade snow globes with vintage mason jars and ornaments? Yes please!
 
 
 
 
My heart flippity flopped when I saw this little horse, I'm not going to lie. Moo Moo would ride all over everyplace. Might just hafta...
 
 
 
 
I can't think of anything easier or inexpensive than glorious snowflakes. Since the ones that God provides can't really be brought inside for long, how about making some with pretty paper and suspending them all over your kitchen or above little beds this year?
 
 
 
 
If you're a master baker, consider making something you love for the people you love. Wrap it up and gift it - what a wonderful gift from the heart!
 
 
 
 
Children are busybodies. They can't help it. A little busy kit like this water bottle full of colored pencils is just the trick. Plus, it's a clever way to transport them to/from school.
 
 
 
 
This. This image - *sigh* you will see this again. I adore this. I'm currently in cahoots with my inner creative soul to decide the easiest and least expensive way to create something like this for our home. But think of it... a collection of your most prized photos, printed and mounted onto a big matteboard, and then framed in your mom's house. Or your great aunt Louie. Now THAT is a gift.
 
 
 
 
 
This bag needs to come live at my house. Sadly, this very bag is very pricey. I am inspired to learn how to make a granny square because of this bag. Because I want to make this bag and then make another one for Lulu.
 
 
 
 
Homemade marshmallows. Le sigh.
 
 
 
 
If you read this blog (and aren't my ex-husband), then you probably sew. If you sew then you have scrap fabric or fabric that is ready to leave your home. Why not roll it up with a bow and gift it to your bestie?
 
 
 
 
If you're lucky enough to live in a rural area, or an area that hasn't realized how popular and valuable vintage Pyrex is - try stopping into a local thrift store. You might luck out and score one for less than $10. It's the best thing ever for serving dinner, collecting veggie scraps, or holding toy food. I know that last one from experience.
 
 
 
 
Do you have any vintage sheets, fabric, or kid's clothing laying around? You could make a banner!
 
 
 
Disclaimer*  These are some items that I found interesting, but there are certainly MANY more out there, including recipes for slime, play-doh, and 47 different cookie ingredients in a jar. Visit Pinterest and check them all out!
Be encouraged to think outside of the normal parameters for this Christmas. Give what you have. Give joy and love! 

November 17, 2011

Things I Love Thursday

I have 3 new blog favorites, yo. They are:


1. Nat the Fat Rat


2. Rockstar Diaries


3. Nectar and Light






4. Vintage sheets. Love, love, love them. The feel, the smell, the everything.

5. I love that I have a few reasons to stock up on some vintage sheets, namely second quilts for my girls, and my couch! Bring it!


6. Image love from Nectar and Light up there, and I'm very inspired to paint a section of our dining room with chalkboard paint. We shall see. We need it.


7. JCrew blossom earrings. I didn't even look to see how much they were - I don't want to know. I just love them. Hear that, Husband? LOVE THEM (or something just like them).


8. I've gotta find me some of this before January 1.


9. I'll admit, I am intrigued. $5 for a gallon of Meyers homemade? Might have to test this out...


10. Well, I love two things about this. I love the pale lavender frosting (can you believe I used to HATE purple?), and I love that this makes me think of #3, who turns 7 tomorrow.

All images are Pinned, with the exception of the first 3 from their respective blogs.

November 16, 2011

Weddennessday

Dear Lady in the Bathroom: please do not whistle while you're working. I don't want to know what you're doing in there, but no one needs to whistle while it's coming out. Thank you muchly.
 
I got an email from Andrew's Science teacher this morning. He received at 98% on his most recent test! It's frustrating when you have a brilliant child who doesn't want to put forth any extra effort. But when you take away an afternoon recess, magical things begin to happen. Way to go, Andy!
 
I have an Etsy list going. Want to know what is on it?
twin bed sheets - girl AND boy
fort kit stuffs
picnic basket
gnome
pyrex
melmac set
 
I also have a thrift list going. Wanna see it, too?
everything above
jeans for my biggest girl
alarm clocks for Andy (these are going into a kit of things for him to tear apart and rebuild - Christmas present)
necklaces for the biggest girl
old halloween costumes for dress up
horses for the littlest girl
 
If my left nose would stop running, I would be SO HAPPY.
 
I got my hair done this week - just refreshened the semi color, brightened up my 3 highlights (they are bright blonde), and got a trim. I only go every 3 months and holidays are coming, right? It was time. This time she dialed in the color to be a cooler brown (as opposed to warm because warm = red and HOLY COW WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WITH THAT). I LOVE it. If I think of it, I'll self photo. 
 
I need to steam my clothing. I have a lot of cotton - this is the year of tee shirt, after all - so I do not iron* those. That doesn't work out so well. Steaming is where it's at. Not to mention the fact that my drapes require an occassional steaming as well. Two birds, one stone, and all. Anyway my point is - I have a heap that needs steaming. Maybe this weekend?
 
*This is a bit of bullshit because I DO NOT IRON. I will clean 47 toilets before I will iron. Just personal preference. Personal preference that God saw fit to match up with a man who irons habitually. I'm not sure that Bryon 'likes' to iron, but he does it. The man irons his jeans, which I use to roll my eyes at but now think is precious. What was I saying?
 
You know, I re-read one of my most recent blog posts that had the word 'snot' in the title (sorry about that, by the way) and you know, it really lacks direction, that post. No fluid thought. No winding-up sentence. I was ingesting great amounts of cold medicine when it was written, so there you are. I hope you'll forgive me.
 
She likes my bald spot.
She thinks she can shoot a gun.
She likes to get dirty.
3 more things said to me by my husband last week, that I only remembered today.
 
Today is hump day. I plan to make my mark on the day. 
 
I haven't had much of an appetite lately, given the noxious cold I've had. But I want to cook. I love to cook. Cooking is something that became therapy for me by accident. After a long day, I don't mind doing it. There is peace and comfort in the sequence, the creativity, and the providing for my lovies. Bryon and I watch it together quite often. Don't misunderstand... Bryon DOES cook, but he doesn't love it like I do; he watches because he knows I love it. Sweet, no?
 

November 15, 2011

Quilt for #3 and Snot

I finished Hayley's quilt this weekend, yo. I did snap some photos during the binding process with my phone. The pictures are terrible, but the quilt is pretty sweet!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A coworker gave me his cooties last week and I spent most of the weekend nursing the worst sinus headaches/cold symptoms I have had in a very long time. I'm not quite over it, but the headache has subsided enough for my eyes and teeth to feel normal. Blech, I hate that feeling.
 
As Bryon nursed me back to health, he came down with some belly bug and has earned himself two days home. Sick. Not quite the vacation he needed, but a vacation from work crazy nonetheless. Trevor and Mabel are battling allergies right now as well, so more than half of us is disgusting just now. Eh.
 
I am blessed both by the time at home to finish this quilt and because I have a reason to.