Yesterday was a busy one.
One where you run as soon as your feet hit the ground. I wasn't rested. Neither was the big daddy. We attended to our littlest ALL NIGHT LONG.
She's not sick, well maybe a small cold nothing more. She was fed. Changed. Read to. I wonder if there is such a thing as baby insomnia because that may be what she was afflicted with last night.
Around 2:30 a.m. she was fed again...banana to the rescue. Finally about 4:45 a.m. she fell asleep. My other children up and ready for action around 6:30 a.m.. The whole "it's light at six o'clock" doesn't help.
Plus, I've been attempting to "BE" a morning person. Not working for me a self proclaimed night owl. A workout at 6:00 a.m. just isn't getting more fun the more I do it. I thought you were supposed to feel more rested when you exercise!!???! right?
It's about forming new habits, I suppose, and those are never very fun. It gets easier? Yes? Say, yes.
I literally stumbled from bed toward a latte. The likes of which I hoped would have miraculous qualities. After the second latte...yes two is what it took. I felt better. If not a bit jumpy. So, I put it to good use and finished flip flopping my children's rooms. Two were already moved, mostly.
The big daddy carried the tools and moved the heavy things while I cleared shelves, bedding, toys, etc. etc. etc.
By 5:00 we were finished. Or rather we were done for the day. Two more children in their new spaces. The two of us on the couch sipping Kombucha. Legs elevated. Wondering when the dinner fairy would arrive to make a scrumptious meal.
She never came!
Typically, around here, I don't attempt to completely rip the house apart each day. Just yesterday. Which is good. Exciting. Exhausting. Full of adventure.
I look forward to having a day of writing and laundry today for it will, no doubt, seem easier than yesterday.
How is your day going?
This past weekend I took an amazing photography class, with the ever talented Alessandra Cave, at The Makerie Retreat. The goal of the class was to push your comfort zone with your camera. Get the camera out of the auto setting and well, experiment.
I'm a big fan of Alessandra's work creating photos with a mystical, magical feel--Lots of light, sun flare and bokeh. All techniques I dream of becoming more proficient at. I believe the light is what calls to me in photography. Maybe that's universal, I don't know.
What I do know is that I can be overwhelmed by the beauty of the afternoon light. That must mean something. Right?
Throughout the class we were encouraged to use each other as the subjects. To shoot numerous photos using all types of different camera settings. And, to find images to photograph that represented our experience thoughout the weekend.
Imagine for a moment though, a room full of people who are much more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. Yeah...
So, we ended up with alot of this.
And photos of our shoes. And yarn, of course. Oh, and hoopers!
I brought my hula hoops to try some action shots with the super-secret-motive of getting more people hula hooping...my evil plan..ha.ha.ha.
You should have seen all the hooping creatives twirling around the park. Plus lots of laughing!
All in the name of creating and learning and expanding and trying something new.
So there you have it.
The weekend itself was full of inspiring people, many intriguing classes and creative whim happening at all times. If you've ever thought of doing something for yourself creatively, take a look at The Makerie.
Plus, you get to meet all types of incredible people and maybe, just maybe, you find someone who happens to love Xanadu as much as you.
Just a thought.
Happy Monday to you all.
May the light find you today.
That's my friend Heidi. Isn't she cute? She makes me cooler just by knowing her.
I met Heidi awhile back when I owned a children's store called The Bee's Knees. It was quite an adventure. Maybe even a story for another day. Anyway, this lovely lady came in and help transform, in many ways, the store as my manager. Along with some other lovelies that I had working for me. One of which now lives in New Zealand with her honey and triplet girls.
We have been friends since then. Almost thirteen years. Maybe fourteen? Let's just say its close to that. She's the kind of friend that I know will be a part of my life always just because. Plus, like I mentioned, I'm alittle bit cooler having her as my friend. We laugh and talk and talk some more. I don't even recall all the things we talk about. We just never seem to run out of things to say. Which, in and of itself, is cool.
We recently spent time together camping at the beach over spring break. She with her sweet boys and our little brood. We had such a great time.
And this lovely had her birthday recently and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to try out the Ribband bracelet by the festive Laura Nelkin. She had gifted a kit for the bracelet to me when we hung out in New York last January. I pulled it out again and got to work.
I did chose some thicker yarn I had on hand and some beads left over from my other Ms. Laura project, which I love by the way, and started knitting.
The best bit of fashion advice I received from Heidi... Where accessories are concerned the bigger the better.
I like how the wrap bracelet turned out. Funky, fun colors. Not for everyone of course but she loved it. Loved how it felt and loved that if she fell asleep cuddling one of her darling boys then she didn't have a hard bracelet poking her into her wrist at 2:00 a.m.. Kudos to Laura for that one. I wonder if she even realized that cool factor of her bracelet.
So there it is. The first of many bracelets that I will knit. And, they are fun. Did I mention that? I know Laura was up with her girlie stuffing bracelet kits a few days ago so you ought to go visit her shop and try one for yourself. I know you will thank me later.
Off to my day.
Wish me luck because I think I might need to stretch time and use super human strength to clear my "to do" list. I suppose, if I need a break, you will know what I'm knitting.
Bye for now friends.
This was one of my favorite days on our recent vacation.
The day spent, in the forest of Yosemite, frolicking through the rain. Completely by ourselves as everyone else must have been tucked inside by the fires. The sensible people. But we, our family of six donned our rain gear and set out for a morning adventure.
Puddles were splashed through. Creeks were crossed. Laughter heard in the otherwise quiet forest. When we stepped gingerly through the pine needles not a sound was heard but the patter of rain.
It was magical.
A moment to remember.
The quiet of the rain seemed to quiet the children as well. There were whispers of voices, heads tilted toward the tall trees and rain boots that found their way over rocks that lined the creek. The big daddy and I watched in silence. And smiled.
There's something so peaceful about nature if only we pause and listen.
Thank goodness we did.
There is something untamed and beautiful about the forests left undisturbed. An area that exudes epic vistas at every turn. A place that draws you in and you find yourself and all your children walking five miles and hardly noticing.
This national treasure sees millions of visitors a year. Travelers from all over the world. Speaking many different languages. Looking for different experiences.
For spring break this year we spent a lovely time with dear friends camping by the beach and enjoying time together as our children grow. Dipping our feet in the ocean and sharing thoughts and ideas.
Then we traveled to Yosemite National Park. A few days to take in the forest and the wonder that it owns--from sunshine and cool breeze, to a day of rain and waking up to snowfall on all the mountains surrounding us.
I find that traveling with children can be equally exciting as well as exhausting. Anyone else feel that?
With so much to see and do. We had to adjust our plans for the wide range of children's ages. Almost thirteen to twenty months. There were backpacks and carriers and rides on shoulders. There were snacks packed into bags and pulled out when we all needed a break. Water bottles toted for the miles we trekked.
Full was our experience. As well fun and challenging at times.
Somehow this vacation opened up as many doors of possibility as it did to closing others. Somehow that seems just about right.
I know having four children is "the adventure" and no amount of traveling is necessary to see those epic views, rambling streams and opportunities around each bend in the road.
So as we settle into being home and being present for the last month or two of school I find myself quite grateful.
Grateful to live in a lovely town that has so much to offer.
Grateful for the opportunity to travel with all that it brings.
Grateful for my little family and all the moments good and challenging that we experience everyday.
Grateful to take a deep breath and know that I will be waking in my own bed for a while. Something about that feels extra great.
How are you feeling today?
p.s. Anyone notice the tree trunk that my son is standing on in the shape of a heart?
Pounds of carrots. Bunches of kale, chard and dandelion greens. Bushels of apples. Stalks of celery. Cucumbers by the handfuls. No vegetable was safe in our kitchen for about ten days.
It just seemed the right thing to do after arriving home from my trip. Time to let the body rest and recharge and gather up all the delicious vitamins and minerals.
And, as glad as I was to eat something, as in chew something....I kinda miss the juice.
So this morning you will find me gathering, washing and cutting up some delicious produce. It makes me officially feel ready for the farmers market to begin now that I know what to do with all that kale.
Do you juice? Do you like it? Do you have any great recipes you can share?
This simple, but glorious scarf, is made amazing by the yarn that's used.
In this case, it's a skein of hand spun yarn that I purchased at the yarn guild last December. The skein sat and sparkled at me for months until I figured out the perfect pattern for it.
All through Ecuador I knit on this scarf. Through the cloud forest all the way down to the rain forest and canoeing on the Amazon river. On a bumpy bus and a small airplane. Surrounded by fellow travelers and tucked into my room at night. It has been a delight to watch it grow.
I was sorry to see this project come to an end though. There will be other skeins but this one, this one was special. It may have cinched the deal that someday, in my spare time, I will be a spinner and make some of this yarn myself. I believe that once you knit with hand spun yarn full of colors and sparkles well, there may be no way to go back.
There's always September though, right?
What's inspiring you today?
I've figured out that by simplifying my life I might in fact be making it harder.
I mean I'm sitting here sewing felt eggs...enough said. Of course, they are felt eggs that have a secret little pouch inside for treasures so....
The intention was to move away from the plastic egg idea into something warmer and potentially more beneficial for mother earth. Something we could use again and again. Something fun and easy. Easy.
Anyone going to step in here? What I may need is an intervention. Someone to pounce on my sewing machine and tell me to "slowly back away from the machine". Alas, that has yet to happen.
This seemingly innocent bag has been time consuming. Yet, I continued. I wanted something smaller to make the smaller gifts and treats seem bigger in the bag, you know. Sitting next to the machine as we speak are three more bags cut out and ready to sew.
Simple right? Next year, it will seem easier/simpler. At least that is what I say now....
So unless someone makes a move here I'm headed back to the studio to finish those other three bags.
Yup...I am...I'm going now....I'm walking...I'm walking...
Well, if you change your mind and have a moment in your day you know where to find me.
I asked a friend of mine recently (A friend that I will NOT tell you is in the process of making the very same felt eggs) whether she ever felt that her life was harder because she was attempting to make it "more simplified"?
Her response was...EVERYDAY.
Anyone else out there?