Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Hey guys. I'm still alive. I meant what I said in my last post, about entering a super-busy season of life. It's been stressful, but we're starting to enjoy our country adventure. :) You can follow along HERE, where I update things much more frequently. xo

Monday, March 14, 2016


One of the views from our new abode. We are hustling to get everything put together and done, so that we may take our coffee on this porch and enjoy the wide sky. We are also beat--just absolutely dead-tired, "newborn baby tired" I call it. But it feels like home.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Moving/Moving On.

I've got a lot going on right now, which I don't really say with glee. I'm not one of those people that must be busy, always on the look-out for something to do. Nope. I will get my chores done, but then I will sit here with my coffee and paints, thank you very much.

The biggest thing is....we're moving! We've been looking at places for the better part of a year and have finally found the one, a little (but surprisingly spacious) cottage, nestled among farmland and acre upon acre of space. SPACE. It's a notion I've become unfamiliar with. To be able to breathe something other than car exhaust and dust. Despite its country setting, it's only 15 minutes from one of the cutest towns in the area, and a whopping 22 minutes from the nearest city, which is overloaded with art and restaurants and markets and all kinds of other things.

We're excited but also completely overwhelmed. I had forgotten how expensive it is to move, all the initial cost of getting everything switched over and set-up. Yikes.

So I probably won't be visiting this space much. Definitely not over the next month or so. But I hope to reconnect with lots of pictures of our new abode. Blessings to you, friends.


Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Sometimes, when life gets in the way, you're up until 3am because it's the only time you have to create.

*If you'd like a print, you can get one HERE.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Taking Stock

Sewing lesson for the small. He made a drawstring pouch.

I haven't been able to write lately, by which I mean I literally can't think of anything to say. I haven't touched my personal journal in....one month? Two? In any case, I found this great blog, which lead me to this great blog, which led me to this idea, so I thought I'd try it.

Making : a triangular, rust-colored shawl that I feel I've been knitting my entire life.

Cooking : something having to do with turkey. Turkey burgers? Turkey chili? 

Drinking : a very light, lovely green tea with roses, gifted to me from my sis-in-law.

Reading: just finished Carry On, which I highly recommend. Now I'm moving on to this and this, plus whatever additional goodies I find at the library this week.

Wanting: this coloring book, auburn hair, time to myself, and a tiny house in the country.

Looking: at my "Pretty" Pinterest board; lots of little things that make me happy there.

Playing: The Last Of Us (does this category pertain to video games, among other things? I'm running with it!)

Deciding: where we want to move. We're leaning towards the country/outskirts somewhere. Not too far removed, but definitely not in town.

Wishing: for a new home. A change.

Enjoying: the fact that while everyone out front is stuck in 5 o'clock traffic, I'm in here with furry boots on my feet and cup of tea in hand.

Waiting: to hear about a new job opportunity for hub.

Liking: our slow, homeschooling days. I struggle with feeling like we're not doing enough. So many families are booked solid with lessons...music, gymnastics, dance, sports....but then I remember how spontaneous we can be, because we aren't bogged down with a bunch of other stuff.

Wondering: who pays over $3,000/month for rent? Who are these people?

Loving: this Instagram. So much good inspiration there.

Pondering: making these.

Considering: finally making my own kimchii.

Buying: goat cheese :)

Watching: the final season of Downton Abbey. You cannot know how upset I am that this is it.

Hoping: for spring to come early.

Marvelling: at my skills of procrastination and my refusal to take naps.

Cringing: at Republicans. Every damn day.

Needing: a long, hot bath.

Questioning: why women are now wearing their nails long, pointy, and slightly rounded at the tip. I tried to imagine myself so fashionable, but really just ended up imagining all the bodily harm I'd do to myself.

Smelling: roses.

Wearing: full-on cozy gear. Favorite jeans, favorite hoodie, knitted beanie, warm socks, and big boots.

Following: this blog. I don't know what it says, but it's lovely.

Noticing: my son really needs a haircut. 

Knowing: it's soon time to exercise and make dinner.

Thinking: about houses. Houses, caravans, campers, shacks, you name it.

Admiring: our newly put-together nature shelves (actually, it's my china cabinet).

Sorting: clothes and books. Continuously. 

Getting: excited for the possibility of starting over, if such a thing exists.

Bookmarking: this recipe.

Coveting: this swimsuit.

Disliking: Donald Trump. I know, you're shocked.

Opening: my heart. Trying to, anyway. Certain circumstances lately have been closing it off.

Giggling: at The Eternal Dilemna.

Feeling: hungry.

Snacking: I don't have snacks near my computer. Do you have snacks near your computer? Can I have some?

Helping: my wee one quell his nervousness at meeting new friends.

Hearing: a distant video game being played (Star Wars, me thinks), the bathtub filling, distant sounds of traffic, my tummy rumbling. 

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Snowed In.

We really are. Snowed in, that is. As in, sidewalks are impassable and a lot of roads still aren't plowed. It's a mess. The snow is up to my chest in some areas. Hubby is wicked tired from shoveling.


We have a ginormous mountain of snow in the yard thanks to a kindly neighbor who owns a plow, and we have small friends who come over to play and get in and out of snow-pants 55 times. And we have one another. No one has anywhere to be, nor could they get there right now if they wanted to.

I have some fun things planned for school this week. I think we'll go out and do "snow painting", which mainly consists of painting the snow with watercolor because why not? And I might send hubby and boy out to do a winter photography class because, again, why not? We have books to read and videos to watch, yoga and hula hoops and cookies. We're good.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

New stuff!

I've got some new goodies up in the shop. Come check it out HERE.. <3

Monday, January 18, 2016

"You Aren't The Same."

So I've been hanging out in my studio/office/closet for most of the day, just getting things organized for another week of work and homeschool and I came across some of my old journals (old meaning from 2009-2010). Just for the record, I hate reading old journals. HATE IT. It all sounds like drivel to me no matter how old I get, but maybe I'm too hard on myself? But I keep them because not only are they a record of all the good things that happened, they are also a way of teaching me things about myself and the people around me, if that makes sense.

I parted with a friend around that time, after many, many years of losing touch, then rekindling the friendship in a constant cycle. I'm not going to go into whose fault this and that was because I'm sure there were things we both could have done differently. But I came across something that she said, and it really struck me which is why I'm writing about it now.

"You aren't the same as you used to be."

See...and pardon my lack of tact here....but this is the kind of crap that really pisses me off. Because I don't understand it. It's the strangest way to insult someone. I've heard it before, not directed towards me, but I've heard it said to other people and I just find it so incredibly odd.

I'm not the same. Okay. Compared to what though, or should I say, to whom? My teenage self? Should I be exactly the same as my teenage self? What a completely alarming thought. I would never want to go through my life acting like teenage-me, thanks. Am I not the same because I'm married now and have a son and didn't before? Your point is? That I think about other people before myself now, put others needs before my own?

See what I mean? It's weird. Why would we want to go through life always staying the same, never evolving, never learning anything from our past experiences? Why would I want to be the same at 20 as I was at 15, or at 30 as I was at 23? One of the greatest liberties we have in this life (especially if we live in a country were merely surviving isn't our only priority) is the chance to constantly reinvent ourselves, over and over again. And I feel it's something we should always be doing, looking for the better, gentler, calmer, healthier side of us.

But I could be over-analyzing this, which is something I've won medals for. It could just be that my then-friend one day realized I just wasn't fun anymore. It's probably true, to a degree anyway. I couldn't go out and binge-drink with all of the other twenty-somethings, not that I would have if I could have because it isn't something I enjoy doing. I think I'll just sum it up by saying that I could no longer go out and do destructive crap that I was only doing because of previous issues that were making me hate myself. There. That describes it perfectly.

Here's what I did instead:

I met a guy at a time when my heart was at its hardest. Over a little time, I realized that I did still believe in true love. The idea wasn't dead to me, I was just pretending it was. We got married (in case you hadn't guessed).

I had a baby. And I had one of those terribly nauseous pregnancies where you feel like if someone pokes you, you'll puke all over them. So I sat a lot. And I was bored, so bored. Which is how I discovered, or rediscovered, my love for painting and making things. I'd always made things, always tearing up my clothes to my liking, and beading my own necklaces, but I'd never really focused on it with any great intensity. I haven't stopped creating since.

I ditched all the poisonous behavior. That's kind of a broad statement, but it was a really necessary step. I stopped with the negative self-talk, I stopped using illness and other things as a crutch and instead started using them as fuel for the journey. I realized that pain could be useful, and through that, I found peace.

So yeah, I changed. I won't deny it. I absolutely did. And I can see how to another person, to someone who has known you for quite some time, it would probably be jarring. But the thing I couldn't seem to get across was that I'm happy. If I'd kept going the way I was....I'm not sure I'd even be here. All that sharp humor I used to possess (I kept the good parts), all that "funny" I-hate-everything attitude...it wasn't a joke. I did hate everything, including myself. I was lonely in ways I'll never be able to describe.

"You aren't the same as you used to be."

Yes, I know. And thank God. Thank God.

I saw a quote on Ye Holy Pinterest the other day, by Kaci Diane, and it says:

"I love the person I've become, because I fought to become her."

I fought to become her.


Monday, January 11, 2016

Do the Things, 2016.

Things I want to do this year:

- write more love notes
- ride my giant, antique tank of a bicycle
- hang out by the water
- hike up to the waterfall
- visit Philly again, go exploring, get lost, get to the museums
- pick more flowers
- eat more medicinal foods (this is a good start)
- get back to writing down the ridiculous things my kid says
- sew and sell my handmade tote bags
- thrust myself into more social situations (a tough one for me)
- start a family journal, where we all can write things to one another that are too difficult to say
- revisit yoga
- get another tattoo (perhaps for my 30th birthday?)
- knit something like this.
- keep up my hoopdancing practice (feeling VERY inspired by this amazing lady)
- write more letters to faraway friends
- do more foot-massage evenings with the husband
- sneak in more snuggle time with my boy. He'll be 10 in February, and my time with him as a little boy is slipping away.

What do you want to do this year?

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Some shots of the school day. In the top two, we were doing simple baking soda and vinegar experiments to demonstrate a chemical reaction. Hayden added soap and some other substances to other glasses, to see if it would alter what happened at all.

We also did a watercolor lesson today, courtesy of YouTube. We used this video.