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

Fields.

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.

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.

xo

10.

3AM.

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.

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. 

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.

But.

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.