boxes

Our house is a mess of boxes. This is good even though being unorganized makes me crazy. The movers will pack this week and drive Thursday. This means another road trip for me and the kids. While our stuff is in limbo we will go "home" to Connecticut and visit family and friends. Spending a chunk of time on the shoreline is the most relaxing thing I could choose to do. There is nothing I would change about it. If you are ever looking for a quiet out of the way vacation spot go to New England! I will take time to blog once in a while but my creative zest is out of commission. I'll try not to be the droning neighbors next door who share hours of vacation photos. I truly have so much to do but am so dog gone tired I don't even feel like showering. This is very gross if you knew how sweaty I was today. Yaaaawwwwnnn. G'nite.

Independence Day

Happy 4th of July!

this makes me happy

In May I bought an issue of this magazine at the flea market. The cover was pretty and that was the real reason I bought it. As I sat down to browse through it I quickly realized what a treat it was..the ads, the advice, all of it! I read it cover to cover. Imagine my surprise when I saw the same man selling more magazines. I chose several more and vowed to savor each one and not rush through them. A simple treat after a bubble bath-- perhaps with a glass of wine and a hunk of cheese..cheers!

Dolly Drama

I remember being in eighth grade and hiding the fact that I still played with dolls. Being on the younger end of a big family, it was both a comfort and fuel for mockery. My daughter Maggie has the baby doll gene. Though she is in high school I often see that look in her eyes as she peruses flea market tables of baby joy. It is the same look she had when she was three and I would give her a real diaper from her newborn brother to use on Fermelia, her beloved self-named treasured doll. Baby Maggie is growing up too fast!

linens

I love hand stitched linens. The rooster tablecloth is my favorite, I have tossed around ideas in my head as to how to display it but so far it always gets refolded and put away. I say "so far" which amounts to over ten years of wondering what to do with it. But I trust a plan will emerge one of these days.

The kitties were a flea market find this past weekend.

yippity doo da with baited breath

This weekend has brought us an offer on our house. I am so so so grateful for this. I hope everything goes well from this point forward. I am so anxious to move, to be settled, to decorate our new digs. Our next place is an older home...much more my taste. There is a built in ironing board in the laundry room, this alone made me want to buy the house. Who cares about the rest of the house! I like our house now but it truly isn't me. We bought it thinking it would be a quick resale as it is an area desired by the local military population. I need more land, a place for chickens, a clothesline. Guess that makes me sound a little bit country. I like my kids outside finding bugs and building forts, we can't hammer a nail without approval by the home owners association. They are even thinking of putting a stop to our annual neighborhood yard sale....what?! I live here! How absurd!

Tasha Tudor

Tasha Tudor made a huge impact on my life. I was sorry to hear of her passing. What a beautiful, inspirational woman. When I first got married we were still in college and struggling financially I cannot tell you how often I thought of Tasha Tudor. She became my most treasured mentor, even though I had never met her. She inspired all aspects of my life, from painting to cooking and especially Christmas. When I had kids her inspiration snowballed into something even bigger. Though I know she led a long, vibrant life she will be missed by many.


Tasha Tudor

beautiful life