So Right

Sep 13, 2007 | This Life

It’s kinda hard to argue with a fortune that is so right.

Our love is so right
Forget the clouds that rain down on you. ~DMB

Sated

Sep 5, 2007 | This Life

I can’t help it, I love a man who knows I crave carbs of the chocolate variety at a certain time of the month and then thinks ahead to have those carbs on hand. A man who then bakes those chocolate carbs into yummy pastry carbs at just the right moment, without my asking. And a man who makes sure my stash of gourmet chocolate tea is replenished just in time and then brews up a pot to drink with his yummy pastry carbs. And because he’s shooting for sainthood; a man who walks my dog late at night and sends me to bed with a heating pad and my cravings sated.

Amused

Sep 4, 2007 | This Life

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): It’s an excellent time to seek out a more intimate relationship with your muse. I’d love to see you two develop a deeper commitment to each other. And if for some bizarre reason you don’t have a muse or have lost touch with your muse, it’s a perfect moment to correct that intolerable situation. And don’t tell me that you’re not an artist or writer or musician, and therefore don’t need a muse. *Everyone* needs a muse, even soccer moms and homeless mimes. Especially these days, your well-being depends on the unpredictable inspirations that can best be provided by a person or spirit or luminary who captivates your imagination and drives you crazily sane with mysterious revelations.

Clearly this means I should go shopping.

Home

Aug 25, 2007 | This Life

Blurry. Which is how I feel after 6.5 hours on the road. Sadly, there was a huge accident on the I-5 southbound and I’ve just now managed to get home after leaving Seattle at noon. I have photos and stories, but I am so deeply tired that I don’t know when I’ll get to them.

This is the last weekend before school begins. . . I’m going to take a much needed break to hang with the kiddo, get a wee bit organized, and sleep before school starts on Wednesday. You all be GOOD and try not to start any freakin’ wars while I’m gone, and I’ll be back late next week. (I should link that, but you all know who you are! 😀 )

Until then, you get my narcissistic self. Because, well, I am a blogger, after all.

Doldrums

Aug 23, 2007 | This Life

We are quickly approaching the end of summer. Or, at least the end of summer break. Many of you are already back at school, and this little family returns to schooling a week from today. As usual, my list of things left undone this summer is longer than my list of accomplishments. That might have something to do with how ambitious I tend to feel in June! I was never any good at smörgåsbords either.

One of things on my ridiculously long list was to sew up a few of these beach and picnic throws for Thrifty Goodness. I have been collecting great vintage fabric and sheets all Spring and it seemed like the perfect item to put in the store for Summer. It didn’t exactly happen.

I feel like most of my “to-dos” are in process. Which, I suppose is better than never having started. However, living in the chaos hasn’t exactly inspired creativity. Or the necessary organizing required. In fact, it’s only been recently that you can even see the floor to my craft room. Instead, I look at the mess around me and find myself a wee bit overwhelmed.

With Boy Wonder in day camp this last week before school, I did manage to find a few moments to clear away enough of the mess to sit down at my sewing machine. And with the cargo ships drifting up and down the Columbia in view from my sewing perch, I put this one beach and picnic throw together as a belated birthday gift for a friend. The river was good company while I pulled seams. For the life of me, I couldn’t sew a straight line this week! Eventually, I just decided that imperfection was a fairly good representation of the giver; it doesn’t make the gift any less lovely.

Now, in the last few moments before camp lets out for the week, I am updating my blog and then I’ll make a last minute attempt to clean this mess around me. Tomorrow I leave for Seattle, a mad dash up and back for a girls’ night that is bound to be a foretaste of Autumn. Clean, clean, pack, pack, race! I can’t help but wonder if there is time enough for one more lazy afternoon.

And it has been a lazy summer, warm and slow. But the dashing of September is just around the corner and I can feel it coming my direction. Floating like the cargo ships, picking up speed downriver. And maybe this is why the weather changes in these last few moments of summer, why the air picks up speed and we begin to describe it as “Crisp” and “Brisk.” Perhaps it’s just the nudge we need to get out of the doldrums.