I am SO going to miss this.... And you can check out the new (365 day) video here.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
So, I've been working on the design and construction of this little kimono-inspired jacket for the last couple of days and it's been a blissful heaven of linen/cotton delicious splendor and a productive soiree of the rarest kind, minor sleeve setbacks notwithstanding. I can hardly tear myself away to sleep or collect my children from school. Honestly, I have to set an alarm, or I will forget.
What could put a stop to this, you ask? The perfect storm of my mother-in-law's imminent arrival and the untidiness of my bathrooms.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Great big ballistic good lordy, and other things I don't ordinarily say, along with things I say altogether too often.
You know how sometimes you read or hear something that speaks to your heart in a way that stops it and makes you fall down? Because it's the answer to the question you didn't even know you were asking? And the sayer of the thing that stopped you is not Anais Nin or Ghandi or anyone, but just a blogger you read every day and adore and somehow that makes it better and more meaningful and awesome in every way?
Do you know what I mean?
I didn't think you would, but anyway (maybe if I keep talking it will become more clear, though that's hardly ever the case) - Liane recently said this:
i don't want to give up or deny my creative desires. i want to organize my life around them, not push them aside to live as i think others expect.
and then my heart stopped and I fell down. I still haven't quite up-righted myself, but I do feel better. So. Okay. I'm a creative person. That's what makes me happy. I will organize my life around that. My house is a mess and dinner is late and I'm not going to take any crap about that. So there.
And I've been making space. Space in my home and space in my day - Or at least trying not to feel super guilty about the space and time that I already take to be creative in....
As if I'm not already a bad enough housekeeper......
SEE? how the guilt came right back in?
I have to work on that.
Stunning photo that doesn't have anything really to do with this post, but just seemed to fit, by Futurowoman Fotographie.
And you can read all of Liane's awesome post here.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
It's finally done and I'm rather pleased with it and myself. A tub of Mod-Podge ($10), an Italian novel (a gift I received 25 years ago - the giver would heartily approve of this usage, I think, especially since I never learned to read Italian), laser printer, pencils, and some lace from my stash....
....and the rug, from FLOR (a splurge at $75). Altogether $85 over budget - but really, it feels at least $100 better than it was, so: Bargain!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
See this tile? I think about smashing it with hammer every day.
I know what you're thinking - that I promised you a horror show and didn't deliver, that the tile is not morally reprehensible, that it's not even really all that objectionable, right? I know! I think that's the very reason that I hate it. If it was truly hideous, I would probably pity it, feel protective of it and even learn to love it. But instead, it's just there. Hoping I won't notice it. Meh.
Did you notice that there's only one glass door and that there has never ever been a fire in the fireplace? Both of those features were a great comfort to me when I found my 9-month-old grinning and waving to me from inside.
I know that one day I will come across the perfect beautifully-decayed cast iron hearth in a salvage yard and haul it home and live happily ever after. But until then, I have to do something about this tile. As usual, I have a budget of $0 for this project.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Seamus: Mama, Sam has a puppy.
Seamus: Mama? Guess what Ashley is getting!
Seamus: A puppy! We should get a puppy.
Fin: We should get a baby.
Me: Oo! We should get a PUPPY!
really really not-puppy-getting photo by Steven Daniel.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
moody light through this window,
this Amsterdam Canal House pot with newly-planted dill,
and my bedside table, piled high with books, and fresh flowers,
Remember my tale of suburban woe? In which our heroine is oppressed by the mind-numbing futility of housework, struggles bravely and ultimately triumphs over mediocrity? Oh thaaaat tale of suburban woe, you say.....
I thought I should begin it with an incomplete list of things I do not want to smash with a hammer. Accentuating the positive, as it were. The next chapter may be quite a horror show. Prepare yourself.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Or Spring Break Mom, or whoever you are. It's been lovely. We've visited cousins, geeked out at the Tech Museum, planted seeds and ate homemade pizza with good friends. And now it's pouring rain and I have to start barking at someone to do his homework.
Egad! I can't wait for summer....
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I'm envious. Look at these beautiful homes. People actually live in them. Some of them have kids, even. That last photo is from Dottie Angel, and I know for a fact that she has four kids and yet? No rancid cereal bowl on the banquet.
Meanwhile, I live in what appears to be a storage unit with three other castaways. Which? Is admittedly, fifty percent my fault, at least. Because I'm the only one who cares - so I could pretty much frouf the entire place if I wanted to (and I do) even though the other castaways are boys.
I need to frouf something.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Spent most of last night tossing and turning - due to looming decisions large and small, a difficult relationship and a malfunctioning car horn down the street. Finally drifted off and woke up this morning out of a dream about birth. Not birth exactly, but the thirty-seventh week anticipatory wait. The moment when you realize that the baby is coming at a time of it's own choosing and no amount of hand-wringing or preemptive laundry on your part will make the least bit of difference. The liberating release of control that you never had to begin with.
It's left me with the feeling that something beautiful is about to come into the world.
If only I can get out of it's way.
sweet photo by dayben.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
1. Pompons. Or are they pompoms? I like "pompons." Sounds more old-timey and a little pretentious.
3. Had the following conversation with Fin....
Me: Do you want to share a banana with me?
Me: Do you want it rolley or monkey?
He looked at me like I was crazy - kind of like you are right now, but the thing is, Fin and I have this conversation at least 12 times a week, and suddenly, today, I'm crazy. (We also spend a considerable amount of time each day sneaking up on and scaring the bejeezus out of each other, and I really hope he doesn't start looking at me sideways about that because it is superfun to make a five-year-old jump out of his skin and then be asked to do it again.)
Fin: (with a full eye-roll) OK! We'll monkey it, whatever.