Eight

august 7, 1999

Eight years ago today, my husband and I were married. Look how cute -- and thin! -- we were.

It's interesting ... looking back at wedding photos, and thinking about 8 years of marriage (which sounds suspiciously closer to 10 than to 5!). Our life now is practically unrecognizable in comparison to our life then. But we're very much the same. And in all the day-in, day-out living; the dealing with old cars and teething toddlers and jobs and groceries ... well, here we are. Still us. Still together for the same reasons -- and many more, too -- that brought us together in the first place. Our relationship is probably quieter now ... certainly there are fewer arguments! But then, you know how I love quiet.

I am so, so grateful to be able to make my life's journey with this understanding, sensitive (and so much more) man. A man who doesn't roll his eyes when I get completely consumed by some idea or other, who loves (really loves) my creations, and who tells me every day, especially on the bad ones, what a good mama I am. I really love being married to him. 

For a Sweet Little Miss

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My sister's younger step-daughter turned three this weekend, so I made this sweet little outfit for her, using some Superbuzzy fabric, which I carefully considered before purchasing. Superbuzzy, I love you. Superbuzzy, I cannot really afford you.

pants

I even had to finish the seams on the pants the old fashioned way, as my serger is in the shop. Oh, the trauma! (Tongue planted firmly in cheek -- once I found my pinking shears, that is!)

pants & top

I was really excited with the finished outfit (please ignore the wrinkles -- it still had to be washed before being gifted), and I think that our sweet new cousin will look super cute.

From the Fair

coupons

Though I don't consider myself to be a mama who keeps her wee ones out past their bedtime or overstimulated in general, there is that once-a-year excursion to "the fair" (really an amusement park). Once a year, none of the "rules" about bedtime or healthy food apply. And it's oh-so-fun!

race car

skoot

train

ferris wheel

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Today is my mama's birthday. I wish our scanner were working right now (it isn't) so I could scan in some of the sweet photos I have of us from when I was wee, but I have just this one up right now:

My mama and me

This is my mama and me, around her 23rd birthday, and when I was about 17 months old.

I am so very proud of her. She completed her master's degree a couple months ago after having devoted so much of her life to raising and educating my siblings and me. I am so honored to have her as my mother. She's been so supportive of me in my own motherhood in so many ways, even when I've stubbornly had to find my own way and am stumbling along. I remember my husband remarking when we were still dating that my mom was the kindest person he'd ever met.

My children, especially Elisabeth, completely adore her, their "Mimi."

I love her so, and have so much I could say about her, that I feel my words are coming out very clumsily today. So I'll just end with Happy Birthday, Mom, and thank you for everything.

Nothin'

from the campsite

That's what I got. Nothin'. I was going to post yesterday, but Typepad was down by the time I got to it, and I don't have much to say other than it's about 9,000 degrees and we're heavy into the not-really-busy busyness of summer. Off to the pool each morning, no other commitments, just some popsicles and play ... mama's been doing some knitting, but nothing to show yet ... ah, summer.

from the campsite

This summer I seem to be much more conscious of its brevity, and therefore its preciousness. We love it. So very much.

dinner

big boy

multimedia by Elisabeth

Sewing with my Mama

squares

mom's machine

My mama and I spent a lovely afternoon yesterday working on my quilt together. I loved seeing her sewing machine (which she got when she was 13, and on which I learned to sew, as well) set up in my house next to my machine, and chatting with her over the hum of our two machines and the play of my own children. Sigh.

our machines

mom

Weekend Sewing

bow

First ~ wow. Thank you so much for all of your lovely responses to my last post. I am really, really behind on email, but I plan to respond personally to all of you who left comments or emailed me about that post. I know how important it feels to know you are not alone in these struggles, and I am honored that my words resonated with so many of you. I have gotten so much better at reminding myself that life is a process and at honoring my own needs -- for quiet & peace, for recognizing and appreciating how lovely daily life actually is. Blogging is a huge part of this for me. Both my own process of keeping a blog, and the inspiration I get from all of you. So, thank you.

it spins!

And now...

Last weekend, my husband took the children out for a day so that I could begin a deep clean and organization of my studio space (this tiny room is also where we change diapers and store James's clothes, where we keep most of our grown-up books and all of our sheet music, and our computer desk, so it gets really cluttered really fast), and have some crafting time on my own. I did get a lot cleaned out and organized, though I didn't get to organizing my fabric or paper crafting stuff. But it was a good start.

front

I had hoped to make a dress for Elisabeth and a new linen skirt for me, but the skirt will have to wait until another day (all that cleaning takes a long time, you know). Elisabeth's dress (See & Sew 4701) was really easy and the pattern was a cheap and spontaneous buy at JoAnn that morning (um, I went there for serger needles). I even did my first invisible zipper! (I suffered only momentary spatial confusion.)

invisible zipper

I was happy with the result. And Elisabeth? Well, she's worn it every day this week.

full length

Progress

the best gifts

I wrote this (on my previous blog) exactly one year ago:

I have been thinking for the last couple of days about the people that I most admire. They are people who, first of all, seem to accomplish tangible things in their lives; things which produce finished results -- whether it's crafting (sewing, knitting, quilting, paper crafts, etc.), or cooking, or gardening ... Whether it's a hobby, or a profession. They are people whose labors result in a "fruit". I sometimes feel like I am spinning my wheels. I have things that I enjoy doing, but I find that I rarely commit to doing them; I feel like I spend more time "wandering aimlessly" through my days without really accomplishing even small tasks or goals.

knitting

Which brings me to the second thing I wanted to say about the people whom I most admire. They all seem to be people who take the time to truly relish the "dailiness" of life. I pay a lot of lip-service to this concept, but in general, I find that I am usually just day-dreaming about the next "big" thing in life (the next holiday to plan, the next event to anticipate, or even the next gifts to buy or make for Christmas or birthdays for my children). I regret that I do not take more time to just enjoy the day that I have right now, and appreciate the wonderful, creative beings that have been entrusted to my care as they are today, not as I imagine they might be at some vague date in the future, or how things would be if we just had a particular toy or a digital camera or a real backyard. More money, more time, more self-discipline, more organizational skills ... whatever.

clothespins

When I first tried swing dancing ten years ago, the friend who was teaching me said that I was too hyper; that I was adding too much extraneous movement rather than relaxing into the dance. I don't think that he meant this as a real criticism of me, but a tip that could help me with my swing dancing. I had not really thought about this comment again until a couple of weeks ago, when it occurred to me that this is how I am about most things in life. I seem to be in hyperdrive all the time; everything is a potential opportunity for me to overreact or stress-out. I seem to add a lot of "movement" to everything I do. I have not mastered the art of just being. I guess, in many ways, I have never been one of those people who is just "comfortable in my skin."

I know that all you ever know about any person is what they show you of themselves. Everyone has anxiety, and everyone has bad days. And most people do not invite you into their heads to share in these things, unless you are really close, and even then, you get the information through the lens of what they wish to share. So, I know that when I think about these people whom I admire so much, that I am admiring the side of them that I know. But I would still like to capture more of those traits into my own life.

Finally, with regard to this blog, I would like it to be a vehicle to my achieving more balance in my life -- a chance to be "real," to take action, to challenge myself to look for positive & inspiring things in my real daily life.

sky

Wow! (If you got through all of that, I commend you!) This was when James was four months old, and I was about two months away from discovering the depth of my depression (aka "the diagnosis").

Anyway, as I look back over the last year, and especially the last 8 months or so (since I moved to this blog), I can see that a lot has changed around here. Certainly beginning this blog and meeting all of you has been a huge, huge part of it. And I think that the power of my own desire to change and determiniation to make my life a certain way has been the other really significant piece of this puzzle. I still feel that I have a long way to go -- certainly, we all do. I could still see a lot of improvement on reducing the extra "motion" in my "way of being". But I am certainly learning to honor my need for quiet -- and time for creating -- and I know that I am finally on the path that I want to be on for this journey.

me (camping)

Quiet

quiet

1. wind, 2. play, 3. whisper ~ 2, 4. whisper ~ one, 5. necklace, 6. Who needs a swift ..., 7. bright candles, 8. beautiful face, 9. Self, 10. Dawn, 11. Peaceful cups, 12. i. love. this. smile., 13. Knot skirt, 14. Solstice night, 15. Snowy lamp, 16. peace, 17. Snow lantern, 18. Advent week 3, 19. vintage bell, 20. 2nd Sunday of Advent - dinner table, 21. butterfly & mermaid : trick-or-treat, 22. halloween butterfly, 23. halloween butterfly, 24. peeling apples, 25. puppet gnome

These are some of my very favorite photos taken since getting my camera about 8 months ago. Beyond just being favorite shots, for me at least, each of these photos evokes a sense of quiet. With two spirited wee ones, our home certainly has its share of ruckus and exuberance. But I am a person who has always fundamentally appreciated -- preferred, really -- quiet. I really relish the opportunity to "just be" instead of constantly "going." Certainly I live in this world, and I do my share of doing. But I really savor those chances to quietly observe, think, and be ~ with myself, and with those I love.   

Wonders: Flame

We are all sitting
Legs crossed round a fire
My yellow flame, she dances

~from "Tripping Billies" by Dave Matthews Band

flame

We are back from our camping trip! We had a lovely time, and I'll share more photos soon. First ... must wash a lot of laundry and get the dirt out from under our fingernails.

I realized that this week's posts had a "four elements" theme (sort of), so I thought I'd share some photos of our campfire.

fire

Dancing flames have a way of evoking so many memories for me: of spending Thanksgivings in my grandparents' mountain condo, of my first camping trips with my husband (heavily influenced by Dave Matthews), of cozy evenings spent with Elisabeth before our fire at home -- and looking forward to many spent with both of my wee ones.

baking some dump cake

Who couldn't just sit and watch a fire? It's really endlessly entertaining, if you think about it. Plus, anything cooked over an open flame just tastes better, doesn't it?

Wonders: Rain

rainy day

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

running in the rain

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

rain water

Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

rain and toes

In the country, on every side,
Where far and wide,
Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide,
Stretches the plain,
To the dry grass and the drier grain
How welcome is the rain!

~"Rain in Summer" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wonders: Wind

wind

Elisabeth has long been terrified of wind. As we live in a part of the world that can be quite windy at times, this fear of hers can be a difficult thing to work with. This spring, she and my husband bought a kite and had some exciting first kite adventures, which helped with her fears a bit.

wind

Then, on a recent breezy afternoon, Elisabeth had the idea to take her rainbow silk outside and play with the wind. The wind really became a playmate that afternoon, lifting, rippling, and dancing with the fabric. We were so delighted to see the great joy that the wind took in playing with us and our silk. It was so lovely, so tangible, and so sacred.

wind

I'm certain that Elisabeth is not "cured" of her fear of the wind. But I think she has a different respect for its playfulness now, not just its perceived malevolence.

Wonders: Nest

{We are out in nature this week, enjoying a camping trip ~ just the four of us.  Since I didn't want to leave the blog with no activity for two weeks in a row (last week & this week), I'll have it on auto-pilot the next few days, sharing a few wonders we have witnessed around our home over the last week or so.}

nest

We found this nest near our home last week. It had fallen from its tree some time before and was overturned and left behind, having served its purpose.

nest

We have all been amazed by it, spending long, thoughtful times examining and talking about it. The care with which it is constructed, the softness of the whorls of grass to cradle the precious eggs ~ it is all so beautiful and humbling.

nest

A Week of Treasures: Patchwork

"a practical AND creative craft"

According to this book, patchwork is a practical and creative craft. Whew! I'm so glad they cleared that up. ;)

I really, really love patchwork. It's so comforting and beautiful. I love that a patchwork quilt can be substantial enough to be warm and snuggly and still light enough for a summer night.

quilt block

I recently found (thrifted ~ oooh, I said it! I thrifted!) this quilt, which is quite large, and completely hand-pieced and hand-quilted.   

quilt

The fabrics are all so soft and so pretty ... and so old, too, I believe. The pattern is so pretty ~ I don't know a whole lot about patchwork designs, but this one looks really cool to me!

quilt block

I love the character of this quilt ~ so much so that I keep wanting to refer to it as "her" instead of "it." Who knows where "she's" been before now? Or how that fabric "lived" before it became this quilt? Maybe it was brand-new, or maybe it had another use before. I like to imagine that each piece of fabric had special meaning to the maker of the quilt. (I know, a very romantic notion and probably not practical! But I can always daydream!)

quilt

"She" has already accompanied our little family on picnics (indoors and out), has been the "stage" for many of Elisabeth's performances, and provided a cozy cover-up for stargazing, and that's just the beginning of her life with us, I'm sure! I foresee summer concerts, fireworks on the 4th of July, and snuggling by the fire as the weather grows chill. Oh, and perhaps a coverlet on the bed?

A Week of Treasures: Kindness

elephant buttons

I met a woman through Craigslist a couple months ago who was cleaning out her craft/sewing area and had some fabric and notions that she was parting with. She very kindly invited me and my two wee ones to her home to look through her things, and was so very generous with her time and her beautiful treasures.

fabrics

We spent a lovely afternoon with her, talking about everything from crafting techniques to home remedies to modern attitudes toward consumption. She shared the origin and tales behind many of the items that I came away with, like the fabric she used to make her children pajamas in the 70's and the teeny, tiny buttons that were taken from baby clothes her own mother had worn. I was happy to pay her for the things I took, but I hope she knows how priceless a gift she shared with me and my children that afternoon.

pile o' buttons

fawn

butterflies

Lots more photos in the flickr photoset.

A Week of Treasures: Mail

Today's post almost didn't happen ... we spent the whole day out and about, and I didn't plan ahead on my photography! Thank goodness for early evening sunlight!

These treasures came in the mail a couple of months ago, from lovely Eren, who generously sent along these two sweet vintage patterns after I had openly coveted them in her flickr comments ... even though I would never have dreamed of actually asking asking for them. I was really surprised and so delighted when she offered them.

patterns from eren

And then, to top it off, she sent this totally awesome 1970's quilting book, as a surprise goodie. Thank you, thank you, Eren!

from eren

Check out this great photography!

patchwork quilting 1 patchwork quilting 2

patchwork quilting 3 patchwork quilting 4

And, just because I'm sharing some great mail, Amy's book (which I preordered months ago) finally arrived today! I am so, so excited about it! Congratulations, Amy, on the book, and on baby Lydia!

amy's book

There are so many fabulous projects that I want to experiment with in this book. I was also really surprised and happy to see that the scale/format of the book was pretty large.

And I just have to show one of the cute ideas (so perfect for a ribbon fanatic like me), this "Heidi headband" ~ it's too cute!

heidi headband

A Week of Treasures: Birds

This week, I thought I'd do some catching up on a few treasures that have come into our house over the past couple of months. For today, this bird painting from Alicia:

bird painting

Alicia and I agreed to do a swap, oh, about four months ago. I was going to trade some handknitted goodies for one of her beautiful paintings for Elisabeth's room. The painting arrived right around Elisabeth's birthday, and I (bad swapper!!) still haven't mailed my stuff to Alicia. I do have a good excuse. The beautiful item that I made for Miss N turned out to fit my 26-year-old sister (yes, even after making a gauge swatch), so I finally decided to start over on it. Anyway, hopefully to be in the mail to them *very* soon.

The bird painting is so perfect for Elisabeth's room, which, although it doesn't have a "theme", has several birdie things.

This hand-embroidered dresser linen was my mother-in-law's when she was a little girl; I am pretty sure it was her grandmother who embroidered it, and she was very happy to pass it along to Elisabeth a few years ago.

bird linen

Elisabeth's lamp is also "bird-y":

lamp

Here are a few other pictures from her room, which I love, and kind of wish it were my room (minus the mess of dress up clothes on the floor):

jewelry box

This jewelry box belonged to my great-aunt, and Elisabeth inherited it, along with all of her costume jewelry, when she passed away 2 years ago.

flag banner

Every child needs a flag banner, right?

window fairy

This window fairy is a favorite of Elisabeth's. My parents brought it back from a trip to Santa Fe a couple of summers ago.

Midsummer Night

fairy stone

To our great delight, our garden was visited by fairies last night. They greatly enjoyed the fairy ring and tea party that Elisabeth carefully set out for them last night:

fairy ring & tea party

We know that they were very pleased because they licked their plates clean and supped up all the tea. And because this morning we discovered that they left a note:

fairy scroll

and fairy dust:

fairy dust

and gifts:

fairy gifts

I am so very glad that our home has been blessed with so much magic and love. I am overwhelmed by the generosity of this life.