Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
We live the best life. The kind of life with sunshine and porches and babies and birds and love.
Friday, June 4, 2010
John Cusack makes me feel like such a dork for loving James Taylor the way I do. But I'm old enough or tired enough or dorky enough (or all three!) to not care. His version of Steamroller Blues is my favorite. Well I have a lot of favorites. Maybe it's the Memphis in me and the Elvis in any Memphian, but this song makes me think of my mom and home. Play it, James. Aint no shame...
We're gonna have the best time.
We already do.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
So the old gal finally gave up. And Joe mentioned he'd been planning to buy me a new one. It's something we've both talked about for at least a year now mostly because the old machine can do only the very basic functions. We had to run some errands this morning and while we were out Joe said "Go ahead and pick up your sewing machine. I mean you need it now anyway and your birthday's only a month away." So I got it! And its puuurty:
It should be fun watching me learn how to go from, like, 12 stitch patterns to 70. I've already got some pretty servere mom brain after only 6 months, so this could be interesting. But I'm so excited to learn! I'm ready to make skirts for Charlie and superhero capes for Davey. I'm ready to make clothes for Laura Beth and maybe even some for me. I'm ready to learn new stuff so I can make some super rad aprons for the bakery.
The sky's the limit, yall!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
While I can't afford to actually shop at Anthropologie, I did manage to draw some excellent inspiration from it. Mostly, it was in the details.
Which brings me to my two latest aprons for Muddy's:
Monday, April 26, 2010
All day every day I think about this one thing: Am I a good mother? Because these babies of mine, well, they're perfect. And deserve nothing short of a perfect mother. Knowing I could never be perfect, I struggle with an inferiority complex like I've never had before. Paired with the post-pregnancy hormones and my hopes to be my old size again being dashed, I struggle some days. Not every day. Just some days. But I have these two faces to wake up to each morning. And I have this wonderful husband of mine. And we live in our dream house. And I have friends who drive hours to visit. And a porch to have dinner on with the people who come over. I have adorable clothes for my kids to wear and endless diapers and food and love for them.
Truthfully, whether or not I ever fit into my old jeans, I really do have it all.
And it's because of my friends and family that I feel this way. You have all been a part of making not just one, but FOUR people so very happy and comfortable and blessed. Not a day goes by, despite how hectic it gets, I don't think of how lucky I am to have all these wonderful people around me. All of YOU.
So, I have done a poor job of showing this by not sending out formal thank yous, yes. And I have every intention of rectifying that THIS WEEK (to dream the impossible dream). But in the meantime, please know that we appreciate each and every thing you guys have done. Whether it be the cute outfits you've bought, the diapers you've given, simply saying "your babies are so cute!", forgiving me for not supplying you with as many aprons as I'd like to (Kat, you rule!), or just calling to make sure I'M ok; all of it is more appreciated than any thank you card could say.
I believe in paying it forward. So, along with thank yous, I will raise my kids to be as loving as you all. I'll teach them volunteerism and how to nurture mother earth. I'll teach them to be better about manners than I am :) And I'll teach them that there's nothing like the love of friends and family to get you through each day.
I thank you. Joe thanks you. And most importantly, they thank you:
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I love my Joe...
Saturday, we got up early, put some oldies on the radio, and did a little cleaning together. Then we went to meet the folks in Cleveland at the Crosstie Festival. Laura Beth had a booth there with all her fantasticness displayed. She's got the midas touch, that girl. I wanna post a picture of her sketchbooks but I'd have to ask permission first. Just trust me - everything she does is awesome.
So the kids and all the rest of our group enjoyed a day in the sun surrounded by shinny happy people and handmade goodness. They dug it. But that Charlie - she is determined to stay a naked baby.
And finally, today I am home alone to do some work. As I work away, "Harold T. Wilkins" by Fanfarlo plays in the background. I can't stop listening to this. Thanks to Urban Outfitters for giving away free downloads like this all the time. DAAAAANG yall. It's good .
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I've been on this quest to find the perfect music/band to suit the current season and happy life I'm living. And I feel like this band and I found each other at the greatest time. It was meant to be. Bears of Blue River, you're my new favorite:
And a quick thank you to my LB - you make my life more colorful, you make it sound so much better, and I love borrowing your shoes.
Best friends for 7+ years now. Don't see it changing.
Tonight we had tomato walnut pesto with fresh basil (from my new kitchen window herb garden - love) with wheat penne and a garden salad with homemade lemon dijion vinegrette. It was perfect for a springtime dinner. Joe and I even got to sit at the table together while we ate and the kids were down for the night.
I lucked out and got both!