A Piece of Peace


I sat down a few days ago with some yarn and a pair of needles and decided to try my hand at socks again. The last two pairs I’ve attempted left me in a funk. Good pattern, bad yarn followed by good yarn, bad pattern with not one project finished since December. This time I decided to use some good yarn with a tried and true pattern. Rock and roll. The timing couldn’t be more perfect because I really need a break from the cross-stitch stuff. I have a lot done, but I have a lot left to do (and I thought I would have it finished by the end of June.) I have one more of these projects that I want to finish before Christmas (much more realistic goal) and then I don’t know if I’m going to ever tackle this type of stitchery again. The little x’s are so satisfying when complete, but I mostly just want to pull my hair out when I work on it. In a shocking twist, on some nights, I work without watching or listening to anything. My brain needs the quiet.

I bought house shoes. The rosy pink color. And I love them. (In other news, I fluctuate between 8 and 80 years of age.) I’m thinking about buying everyone in my family a pair. They don’t seem to get the rule that outside shoes don’t belong on my inside floors so I don’t know if they’d get the whole inside shoe thing. (P.S. I really wish they would.)

We’ve been spending too much time on screens this summer. And by we, I mean my children. I’m just so tired of fighting about YouTube and Xbox and Minecraft, so I don’t. Every night I go to the bed with the idea that tomorrow I’m going to do better and make them do some chores and let them be bored and ignore the incessant pestering about when…when…when can I use my screen and then I get up (at 7:30am) and they’ve already got their faces in the screens that I obviously didn’t hide well enough the night before. I feel like throwing my hands in the air and screaming. Or throwing all the screens in the garbage. Or going off the grid completely and becoming a subsistence farmer. And if I hear the whiny refrain “It’s tooooo hooooooot.” one more time, I’m sticking them in the freezer to remind them of what November-May was like around here. I hate being that parent whining about their kids and tech (I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate being that parent) but I’m not spending all my summer being a cruise director and I’m not spending it being a police officer so SOMETHING has to give. If any seasoned parents have ideas on balance, I’d appreciate them. PROFUSELY. (In the mean time, I’m trying to practice what I preach and limit my phone and computer usage – all blog post evidence to the contrary.)

So…that’s me. How are you this week?





The End of June

Never got around to posting Tuesday, so here are some pictures from our last weekend in June. My sister and her people came up to the cabin and we fished, swam (the sis and I challenged each other to 30 minutes treading water), boated, ate a ridiculous amount of food, colored pictures, listened to music (new favorite song). It was really, really good (and really, really hot).

Our 4th was quiet. It was gray and stormy here so we spent a lot of time working on projects. I got the office organized, a good book read (Beartown by Fredrik Backman), and a little more done on my cross-stitching.

Made a playlist. It’s full of folk and “folk adjacent” music and not in any kind of order. A few of the artists are current but there is also a good representation of those I know from my father-in-law’s record collection. I click shuffle and let it play as I putter.

In other news:

Something in my energy is just off. I don’t know how to explain it. I know it sounds woo-woo but the last few months, I just haven’t felt right – like I have a dark cloud taking up space in my personal bubble. I think some if it is summer and the varied schedules and the inconsistent food choices. Between that and my mood disorder, I’d usually chalk it up to a depression, but that isn’t it. I’m just out of sorts, have been for awhile and not sure how to snap out of it. (And I really want to snap out of it.) I’m going to be a trying a few different things in the next few weeks because I’m *really* over carrying around this energy leech.

To combat dark cloud/energy leech/woo-woo weirdness, I’ve been skipping adult-ing and spending a lot more time with my kids. Serious idyllic summer vacation stuff here. Because 1) they’re growing up ridiculously fast and I’m trying to love the crap out of them and soak up all the kid love I can before we’re in the next childhood stage, and 2) The world is a much simpler place when you’re *in the moment* playing a game of HORSE with your kid. Or drawing chalk flowers on the driveway. Or laughing over the Superman ice cream that is covering your kiddo’s face.

I hope you have a good weekend!!







Taking a Bite

Pretty lights.

I tried an infrared sauna for the first time with chromotherapy. I want to try it again.


I really wanted to purchase her, but couldn’t get up the courage so I convinced myself I didn’t have a place for her and just took a picture.

Fun night.


And that happened.

I flew in on Thursday and got home yesterday afternoon. It was an absolute whirlwind. New York never disappoints. It helps when you’re with really fantastic people and I was with really fantastic people.

Shows: Alan Cumming, Legal Immigrant and Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Parts One & Two

Food: The PalmIl MulinoHakkasan, pizza and bagels (so many good bagels)

Random Fun: DNA Skin NYCHigherDOSE, Annie’s Needlepoint & Knitting

There was not a single thing on that list that made me go hmmmm, I wish I had done something else instead. And Harry Potter may have been the most amazing stage show I have ever seen, EVER. If you’re at all a fan and you have the opportunity, I hope you’ll go see it. It’s just so well done.

I also managed to read The Flight Attendant by Chris Bohjalian. I picked it up from the library’s “lucky day” stack (where they put hot titles with limited check out times). It isn’t my usual type of book and it was pretty blah, but it gave me something to read on the flights.

I’m still working on some cross stitch, but haven’t picked up any knitting. I did purchase (and wind) some pretty hedgehog fibers for socks while at Annie’s. I think I’ll pick that up when I’m done with the cross stitching. I think I’ve started to get a pretty good rhythm down with that, but I don’t know that I’m out of the woods yet.

How about you? What’s new with you this week? Any reading, watching, listening you’d care to share?



Fluff and Not

Life has been full. Promotions, concerts, baseball games, birthdays, graduations, parties. I feel a bit as if I’ve had the air knocked out of me. How did my children get this old? How did I? And I desperately need to take a nap.

I haven’t been knitting, but I have been cross stitching. Jesse told me last night that he thinks I need to go back to knitting as I’ve always been happy while knitting but I get very short tempered and ragey while cross stitching. I have to admit, I’ll like the finished product and it’s very satisfying when it goes well, but I sometimes go a little cross eyed and miscount and having to rip out all those neat little x’s makes me grouchy.

I’ve managed to take three trips to the library in the last four weeks. We weren’t quite ready to go this week, but we all had books that we reserved come in so they needed to be picked up. I still have one book from the previous visit to tackle, so I really should get reading. We’ve had a couple afternoons were we all just pile in my bed and read and it is as heavenly as it sounds. And much needed with all the running we’ve been doing.

So that’s the fluff…on a more serious note:

I’ve been off of FB for a little over a month. I removed the instagram app from my phone yesterday. I need the break. I completely fell apart when someone posted pictures of immigrant children with mylar blankets on mats and three pictures down a different person posted that the situation is awful, but inevitable without Jesus. (I mean…WTF). I still read my newspaper. I’ve called my representatives. I’ve looked for other ways to help (because I feel so, so, so helpless) and I will continue. But I can’t handle the commentary. Or pictures of children in cages interspersed between yarn, and homesteading, and food porn. I’m know I’m guilty of the sunshine and roses feed filler too, but the juxtaposition is knocking me on my ass. It’s a really hard time to be a thin skinned, empathetic American and still be sane. Anyway, please call your representatives. PLEASE. The treatment of these families…of these children…is evil and there is no justification for it. Period.

So…that’s me. Messy. Busy. Trying to control the controllables and do my part while finding joy. How are you? What has been on your mind lately?