A Good Week

Our family took a bit of a vacation over the weekend, and the timing couldn't have been better. We were still sick, and while it would have been nice to have not been sick while on vacation, it was also really nice to be on vacation while we were sick. Does that make sense? We spent four days with Andy's parents. They live pretty close, about an hour and half from us, so we see them frequently. It was just really nice to have time to really rest and relax, to share childcare responsibilities, and to not have the option of usual work. We went to a pumpkin patch, took Elise and her cousin bowling (so cute!), and Andy and I had our first real date night in quite a while. Sometimes I don't realize how much I need a break/rest/time alone with my husband until I actually get it. Andy's hometown has a lovely quilt shop (and fabric shop and needlework store - all within a few blocks of each other), and I couldn't spend four days there without visiting it. I brought home these pieces. How would you describe them? If you say turquoise and abstract, I will be very grateful. My sister's birthday is coming up, and she told me that turquoise is her favorite color and that she likes abstract patterns. Fine ideas, but difficult to materialize. Both descriptions - turquoise and abstract - can mean different things to different people. I hope my ideas are at least somewhat similar to hers.

Yesterday I received a package containing 30 of these little hearts. They will be Christmas gifts for a group of volunteers with whom I work. I agonized over what to give them last Christmas (they got gift cards to a local coffee shop), and have pretty much been agonizing all year over what to give them this Christmas. It is quite a relief to have the gifts chosen and in hand. I'm not quite done - I still need to find something for the guys. But there are only four male volunteers, so I'm not all that worried about it.

Andy and I did a little Christmas shopping over the weekend. We picked up these rather gaudy articles (I actually kind of like the blue flowered kerchief) as dress-up items for our niece. I remember when my sister and I got a dress-up box for Christmas when we were little. It was so great! I can't think of a toy that we played with more.

Yesterday was a great mail day. I received a package from my Fall Swap partner. Wow! She really went all out. She included a beautiful handmade scarf - the colors are gorgeous and it is just perfect for our northwest fall weather. Also included were handmade notecards and books (beautifully made!), a beautiful leaf pin, hot cocoa mix, After Eight straws (I have never seen those before - not sure we have them in the US), a fat quarter of autumn-themed fabric, a British quilting magazine (which I've just realized is not in the picture; this is because it is already on my coffee table with a bookmark halfway through it), and the prettiest fall leaves which have been painted and punched. And I'm probably forgetting something, because the box was overflowing with gifts. Thank you, Jackie! You really made my day.

The Fall Swap is the first blogging swap I've done, and it has been a lot of fun. Of course, I'm not done yet. Leave it to me to finish one day before the deadline!

Over the weekend I made it about halfway through a Christmas gift that I'm making, which I cannot post. I'm a little bit stuck on it right now, having a hard time figuring out a particular step. That's all right. It's more satisfying to have a challenge and to figure it out than it is to breeze through a project without any challenges. I also finished a book that I really enjoyed. It is called You Matter More Than You Think by Dr. Leslie Parrott. I know. The title made me hesitate as well. Sounds a little pop-psych, motivational seminar, hug your inner child -ish, right? Well, it's not. It's very good. Dr. Parrott is a professor at SPU, where I attended college, and I have heard her speak on a number of occasions. I first heard of this book from my pastor's wife. She is leading a women's group, using this book as the guide. I went to one of the meetings a few weeks ago, and have not been back due to sickness and vacation, but I will go back. In the meantime, I picked up the book and found that I was not able to stop when I reached the chapter that the group is currently discussing. I had to read the whole thing. It is a refreshing, personal book about the difference that a woman makes with her life. (Yes, it is very much directed to women. Sorry, guys.) Dr. Parrott is very gracious and manages to include all women from all walks of life, without being so general and vague as to have no meaning to any individual woman. I'll be reading this one again.

Ahhh. It has been a great week. Last week, when Andy and I were not feeling well and our daughter was very sick, was a tough week. What a blessing these last several days of rest and fun have been for us! I hope it has been a good week for you as well.

Therapeutic Crafting

My family's fight against respiratory illness has not kept me from crafting, but it has kept me from focusing. I've started four projects in the last week. You see only three of them here - that is because one has already been torn out. It may or may not be restarted in the future.

This is a teaser. It's that time of year, isn't it? I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of hints, a lot of beginnings of projects, as Christmas approaches. But we cannot show or tell more than that. You never know when gift recipients may be lurking.

This is the project without a home. I bought this yarn more than three years ago when Andy and I first starting hoping for a child. I intended to make a baby blanket from it, but the only crochet stitch I knew was single crochet. Making an entire blanket from single crochet is not only tedious, but it also takes a very, very long time. I got about thirty rows into it, which made it the size of a scarf. When autumn arrived this year, I wanted to crochet again, so out came the baby yarn. I am now armed with a few more stitches than sc. It will still be a baby blanket, but there is no intended recipient at this point.

Another teaser. This particular sample will be torn out, but it will be reworked and turned into something. Really.

Crafting is usually a way for me to relax. That has never been more true than it has been this week. To have a project that I can just pick up and work on during those rare moments when my daughter is engrossed in Curious George or - even more rare - asleep, and then to be able to put it down at a moment's notice - this has been a luxury. I don't aspire to be an award-winning quilter or to publish a crafting book or to have my name associated with all things handmade. I just want to be able to pick up whatever it is I'm stitching and give my brain a chance to work through the problems of the day, or to take a break from the problems of the day. This is my therapy.

And today we scrub

My daughter has been sick this week, quite sick. She has (hopefully had at this point) croup, an "old fashioned disease", as my pastor's wife called it. Anyone who has cared for a sick child can attest to the fact that it is a very challenging job. My experience this week has renewed my respect for both parents who have more than one child and single parents. I'm not sure how I could have cared for more than one child during the hours when my husband was at work, and I'm not sure how I could have cared for the one child if I didn't know that help would arrive each day at 4:00. I've mentioned this to a few people and they've all said, "You just do what you have to do", and past experience tells me that this is true. Still...my hat is off to you, parents of multiple children and single parents. You should get an award.

Today marks the first day of having enough health to do some normal things. I have spent a lot of time today with Lysol, hot water, and soap. Enough of this GermFest. I am happy to report that the kitchen is very clean. I'm not so happy to report that I am out of energy. (Did I mention that Andy and I have been fighting the adult version of this virus? It affects us much less severely than it affects young children, but it's still unpleasant.) Maybe we could just live in the kitchen for the rest of the day.

Nammies and Yo-Yos

My daughter is two years old. Oh, is she ever two years old. She keeps me on my toes, my little explorer. Here are some of the moments that the fly on our wall has witnessed over the last few days.

This morning I caught her mid-run. She was waving a set of keys (real keys) and heading towards the electrical outlet. She said she needed to "fix" the outlet. (She watches Daddy fix things with screwdrivers.)

Yesterday she twirled our rotating recliner as fast as she could, then stood back and watched it spin. "Look, Mommy, the chair is a ballerina!"

When I returned home from running errands yesterday, she met me at the top of the stairs and announced that she and Daddy got yo-yos at the store. They had gone grocery shopping. My husband laughed and told me to look in the kitchen. He had purchased Jo Jo potatoes from the deli as a treat. We may call them yo-yos from here on.

Last night I pulled her ballerina pajamas out of the dryer and said, "Look what I found!" She ran over, very excited, and yelled, "Nammies!" Why Jo-Jos are yo-yos and jammies are nammies, I do not know.

Yesterday I went to the garage to get something from the car. She must have thought that I had left. When I came back upstairs, she ran to me and hugged my legs and said, "Mommy, I'm so glad you're here!" [Enter melting heart.]

When asked what she would like to eat for breakfast this morning, she replied, "How about cheese and cake and pickles?" Keep dreaming, kid.

And yesterday she said, "No, thanks", unprompted and appropriately. Andy and I were stunned and momentarily speechless.

Ah, life is good.

Friends, Food, Fall

Friday already? Beautiful.

The garage sale went well. I was only there for a short time. Elise + tables and tables of other people's things - outside, no less - is not a great combination. She and I popped in to say hello, but Andy is the one who set up at 7:00AM and tore down at 5:30PM. What a guy. Most of our things sold, and what is leftover is destined for donation.

The baby shower last night also went well. We squeezed 26 people into our living room and had a grand time. Dinner was wonderful. Can you beat a potluck? I don't think so. We served a pasta bar. Andy made four different sauces and two different breads; other people brought various noodles and salads, a trifle, a mint chocolate chip cheesecake, carrot cake, and pink lemonade. Oh my. Delicious. Elise went a little nuts towards the end. It was well past her bedtime, she was excited about all the guests being here, and she had carrot cake. She was fast asleep within minutes of the last guest leaving, but not before several moments of hyper defiance of our household rules. Nice. Hope she didn't scare the soon-to-be-parents too much.

Several of the friends who were here last night had never been to our house before. I am really glad that they came. I'm not sure exactly how to explain it, but having a friend come to my home seems to somehow cement the friendship. If they have not been to my home, and if I have not been to theirs, then we have not been introduced to the biggest, probably most important, and most personal part of each others' lives.

I was pleased that everyone here last night was able to compliment Andy on his cooking without insulting me. That sounds very insecure and petty, doesn't it? This is what I mean: When people find out that Andy does most of the cooking in our home, they usually turn to me and say, "Oh, you don't cook?" Sometimes even, "Oh, you don't know how to cook?" Come on, people. If I were the primary cook, would they look surprised and ask Andy if he knew how to cook? No. I do not cook as well as Andy, nor do I cook as frequently as he does. That doesn't mean that I don't know how to cook. Anyway, everyone complimented Andy, and a few people mentioned to me that it was really nice that I have a husband who cooks. I couldn't agree with them more.

Life has thrown us a few curveballs recently. (Is there a cliche for that? If life gives you lemons, make lemonade; if life gives you scraps, make a quilt. What are you supposed to do if life throws you a curveball? Hit it hard? Adjust your swing?) They are making me appreciate daily life all the more. It's comforting to have things to do. I know I say it a lot, but order and routine are just so comforting to me. I can't do anything about the things that are worrying me, but I can do dishes and run errands and pay bills and write schedules and send letters and share dinner with friends. None of those things have anything to do with the problems that are worrying me, but somehow they help.

Today is the most beautiful October day in Seattle. It it sunny and crisp, the leaves are at their peak of color, and there is just the slightest breeze. The tree directly opposite our front window is a brilliant orange. It's just lovely. Perfect crocheting weather.

The Great Paper Purge

Wow.

What's all this? Well, let me tell you. This is five and a half bags of shredded paper. I mentioned that I was going through our filing cabinet and purging unnecessary papers. Turns out there were a lot of unnecessary papers. This isn't even all of it. This is just the remains of the pile of To Be Shredded papers. There was an equally large pile of To Be Recycled papers (not being shredded, they didn't take up five and a half garbage bags worth of space). It took me well over an hour to shred all these papers. My paper shredder and I are now on a first name basis. (His name is Bernard, if you're curious.)

I know...the trees. It is sad. I do not mean to diminish the very real problem of irresponsible lumbering. But let's be honest, folks - the trees are no more dead now than they were when these papers were intact in my filing cabinet.

I don't think I can describe how happy it makes me to see our paperwork organized. This makes me believe that I am indeed...

...old.

It's A Beautiful Day

I wonder how many of you will read the title and instantly start humming a Mr. Rogers' tune, and how many of you will read it and start nodding in time to the U2 song that is now stuck in your head. I'm a stay at home mom to a two year old, so my inner rock star was squelched by a smiling, kindly, cardigan-wearing, puppet-wielding gentleman.

It is a beautiful day here, in potential if not in weather. Outside is gray and dreary and cold and wet, but it's pleasant here in the house. Elise got me out of bed earlier than I usually get up, but for once I didn't mind. The house is still a wreck as we're gearing up for the garage sale tomorrow. We're hopeful that shoppers will live up to their Seattlite reputations and not let the rain keep them away. Really, though, we don't care if stuff sells. Whatever doesn't sell will be donated. We're just so happy to be getting rid of some stuff! It has been fun to go through the house and say, "Hey, we don't need this anymore! Hey, let's get rid of that!" Very freeing. We even found a bag of stuff that we had never seen before. I'm not kidding. There was a big garbage bag in the garage that Andy thought was full of items going to our church nursery (I frequently have bags or boxes of stuff headed that way, so I can see why he thought that), and that I didn't even know was there, as I don't venture into the storage area of the garage very often. Well, I opened it last night and found that it was from a friend of ours who gave us some things when they moved. Apparently they dropped this bag off during Elise's birthday party, which was 3 hours of loosely organized chaos, so neither Andy nor I ever realized that the bag was there. It feels odd to open something in your own storage area and find that you have never seen it before. Kind of like getting a roll of film developed only to find that they are somebody else's pictures. Weird.

As per the suggestions given by Write, Mama. Write, and prompted by the desire to find superfluous toys for the garage sale, I moved Elise's toys around yesterday. Just some subtle changes - I moved her toy bins to a different wall in the playroom, moved the rocking horse from the living room into the playroom, and brought a couple of toys from the playroom into the living room. I just wanted to encourage her to play with a variety and to stimulate her imagination. It worked. She pulled toys and books from the toy bins that she hadn't played with in months. When she got up this morning, she immediately went to play with the doll house in the living room, occupying herself for quite a while. It was a joy to watch her play.

In another attempt to exercise Elise's imagination, I turned the kitchen table into a playhouse yesterday. I put a blanket on the floor under the table, added some pillows, some baby dolls, Legos, and books, and threw a sheet over the table to make "walls". Elise loved it, but she said it was too dark, so I put a lamp under there. She played for over an hour. At one point she read The Little Red Hen to her Lego penguins and orca. I heard her say, "Come on, ping-pwings [penguins], come on, whale, let's read! Okay. [gibberish, gibberish, gibberish, all in a high-pitched voice] The end!" She had great fun, and I got a few things done while she was so happily playing. My thanks to Write, Mama. Write. for inspiration.

Have a great weekend, everybody!

Fall Swap

Chara Michele is hosting a Fall Swap. The sign up deadline is coming up quickly, so head on over if you're interested. (Click on the picture above.)

Bits and Pieces

Whew! Here I am, sitting down with my coffee and my blog, catching my breath. Our life has been crazy busy lately. Here are a few glimpses:

Last Saturday was our church's annual Fall Fest. Andy was the official photographer, standing behind the camera for 3 1/2 hours while hundreds of people filed through to have their Old West themed family photos taken. During a lull, Elise explored the staging and Andy snapped this photo.


The Wednesday night kids' program that I work with started up again last Wednesday night. I'm so excited about it. We have a great team of people serving as leaders, and a great group of kids as well. We worked really hard over the summer to put this year's program together, so it's nice to see it off to such a good start.

This is a scrap tablerunner that I'm working on. Come to find out, working with scraps of varying sizes, without precise measuring, is a lot more time consuming than I thought. But I'm enjoying it, and I love the blue and white fabrics.

Several months ago I won a yard of fabric from Sew Mama Sew!, and I kept forgetting to mention it here. I chose Amy Butler's Pink Tree Peony from the Lotus collection. I intended to make a bag of some sort from it, but haven't done so yet.

We will be participating in a community garage sale this coming weekend. It will be so nice to get rid of stuff! Andy has been pricing away. Our house is a disaster - not so much because of garage sale preparations as just the crazy pace we've been keeping lately. It will be cleaned, though. It must be. We will be hosting a baby shower here next week. Having company is great motivation for cleaning, isn't it?

Since we've been busy and have this shower coming up, I naturally decided that now would be a good time to revamp our filing system. Does anyone else ever do that? Find yourself in the middle of busy times and yet somehow convince yourself that now is a good time to start a back burner, detailed project? I seem to do that a lot. This time I was motivated by an appointment we had earlier in the week. We had to locate a lot of old paperwork for the appointment, and that was a daunting task. It just reminded me that our files were a mess. Yesterday I emptied the filing cabinet and Andy and I went through it paper by paper. Today we have a huge pile to recycle, an even bigger pile to shred, and a box of up-to-date files. It's fantastic! I'm not done quite yet - the files aren't labeled well - but it feels so great to have this task nearly completed.

Read any good books lately? I have. I just finished The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. It is a really good book. There were a few parts that I found a bit dry and difficult to get through, and I found one minor inconsistency - an inconsequential character whose name changes halfway through the story - but those things were easy to overlook. This is a stirring book. It is also a very sad book. Don't read it if you are looking for an uplifting story. It is the story of a boy growing up in Afghanistan in the 1970s, and then it follows his life up to present day. If you are familiar with Afghanistan's history over the last thirty years, you can imagine that there are not many happy stories to tell. This story if fictional, but the context is very real. I did find that, once a plot line was revealed, the outcome of that plot was quite predictable. I did not feel that this took away from the story at all. I didn't want any big surprises from this book. The story is so tragic that I needed it to be predictable; I needed to be somewhat prepared for what was to come. I will also say that parts of this book are extremely graphic and disturbing. Be warned.

Speaking of The Kite Runner, I had an unusual experience while reading it. I was reading it last week while waiting for a doctor's appointment. When my OB entered the room, she saw the book and mentioned that she was reading it as well. This led to a lengthy discussion of the book (she was just a few pages behind me, but they were crucial pages to the story), why neither of us wanted to see the movie that is based on the book, why we both had a hard time watching The Passion of the Christ, our individual beliefs about who Christ is (we agree, come to find out), religion in general, and parenting. (My apologies to the other patients who were waiting for the doctor.) It was just an odd conversation to have with an OB. Usually conversations with such a doctor are quite limited. My doctor is also an avid quilter. This fact, combined with our recent conversation, leads me to believe that we could be friends were it not for our professional doctor-patient relationship.

So there you have it - a few recent snapshots of our household.

A Dichotomy of Seasons

My daughter was napping, the house was quiet, and I had decided to take a bit of a break from housework. I found myself sitting, eating a piece of pumpkin pie, flipping through a Christmas catalog that arrived in the mail today, and sipping...iced tea. If someone had sketched the scene, it could have been included in the "What's Wrong With This Picture?" pictures in kids' magazines.

Perhaps I haven't really let go of summer after all.

Fun Mail

Getting good mail is fun, isn't it? Packages, personal letters, cards, magazines that you actually enjoy - receiving these things can really brighten a day. Saturday was a good mail day for me. Last week I won a drawing at Fresh Vintage, and Colleen kindly sent this prize: a box full of vintage goods! Check out her original post for more pictures and details.

I think this little activity book is darling.


This receipt is from 1881. I love the handwriting. Penmanship is a dying art, don't you think?


This is an autograph book from the mid-1930s. Another example of penmanship. I like reading the verses written by young children and thinking about them now, grandparents and great-grandparents.


Everything came packaged in this recipe box, which is actually quite large. My husband was excited to find the card inside the lid, which contains a list of measurement conversions, i.e., how many eggs = one pound. Not that we have much occasion for using a pound of eggs, but still...

Here's the whole thing. Colleen included a lot. There is a book on knitting items for babies; several receipts; price tags; linen napkins; birthday candle holders; ric-rac; a biscuit cutter; a recipe booklet; and more! Andy and I both enjoy vintage and antique items. It's not so much the monetary value that we care about; we just enjoy the history, thinking about the people who made and used the items, thinking about the era in which they lived. We gravitate towards practical items - cameras, sewing machines, dishes, tools, linens - rather than decorative, which makes Colleen's gift even better. Everything she included was to be used in daily life at a home or business.

Thank you, Colleen, you made my day!

On the road again

This was my solution to the sewing rut. These are Jenny's Criss-Cross Coasters. She mentions in a later post that making these little guys is addicting...and she's right! They were so easy to make, so fast, and so fun. I used 4" squares instead of 4.5", just because I had a bunch of leftover 4" squares. That makes these coasters a tad small, but still quite functional.

I think this may have pulled me out of the sewing rut. My fear now is that the only thing coming out of the sewing room for a while will be stacks and stacks of coasters...

I knew it was too quiet!

Normally I really like Elise's drawings. I cherish them. This one...not so much. Why? you ask. Because this is my wall. And those are felt-tipped markers, the old-fashioned non-washable ones. (I don't know why we have them.) So, rather than save the wall in its current artistic state, I took a picture. And now we will see just how magical Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser really is.

Out of a rut, into a groove

I've been in a bit of a rut lately. I either have motivation but few ideas, as is the case with blogging, or lots of ideas but little motivation, as is the case with sewing. Then this morning I felt like I was in a general rut, just feeling kind of "blah", realizing that there was a lot to do but not really knowing where to start, feeling disinterested in my tasks, that kind of thing. (I am keenly aware from that last sentence that this post will not win any composition awards!) Fortunately, I have felt that way before. I know what to do when I wake up in a funk. It usually takes me a little while to convince myself that I am in said funk, but once I admit it, I know where to go from there. I just have to do something, something productive and with tangible results, something that is so routine that I could do it in my sleep - or, more importantly, so routine that I could do it in my bad mood. Making the bed, unloading the dishwasher, taking out the trash, etc. Each completed task, no matter how small, provides the motivation to move on to the next task. It also usually provides a segue to the next task. What I mean is that I don't usually have to stop and decide what to do next; one task leads into another. Unloading the dishwasher leads directly to loading the dishwasher. Loading the dishwasher leads to wiping off the counters. Wiping off the counters leads to sweeping the floor. That's just the way the wrinkles in my brain have formed.

So that's what I did this morning. I forced myself to do something, to get moving. I started with gathering loose laundry around the house, and went from there. It worked! I got a lot done, and the work helped to clarify the rest of the tasks that I need to do today. And now I'm blogging about it, hoping that doing so will help to pull me from the blogging rut. Naptime is coming up (for Elise, not me), and I'll be using that time to pull myself out of the sewing rut. Wish me luck.

You know it's a busy morning when...

...the coffeemaker turns itself off before you pour your first cup.

15 Seconds of Local Fame

Last week my husband had his shot at local fame, and yesterday Elise and I had ours. Sadly, I do not have a link or video for you. We aren't that famous. The story is this: Elise and I attended a September 11 memorial service at a local park. We got there early and were approached by a reporter from a local news station. He asked us a few questions about why we attended the memorial, how September 11 had affected me, etc. Being the big softie that I am, I started crying (because of the topic), and of course I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say. As soon as the interview was over, I thought of all sorts of profound things to say, but that didn't really help. I was very, very nervous about showing up on the evening news in tears, but I was pleasantly surprised by the editing that they did. They showed me a little choked up, but did not make me look like the blubbering fool that I felt. I think we made the final cut because a) I had Elise with me and b) I mentioned that my brother will be heading to Iraq shortly.

Anyhow, it was an interesting experience. I thought I would be horribly embarrassed to watch the interview, but it was okay.

September 11

We will not waver;

We will not tire;

We will not falter;

And we will not fail.

-GWB

Growing Up

Here she is, our little Sunday school student. She was so excited to go to the "big kids' room".


I thought Elise might be a bit hesitant to say goodbye to us when we dropped her off at Sunday school, being in a new room and all, but she was fine. She walked right in and began to play. Child-sized chairs pulled up to a table full of Playdough certainly didn't hurt.


After church, our entire congregation gathered on the lawn for a balloon release. We do this each year at the beginning of the school year. We sent more than 300 balloons to the sky yesterday.

Elise released my balloon at the appointed time. She kept hers.

It was a great day. Elise brought home her first Sunday school papers - torn pieces of paper glued together on construction paper to make the sun and the moon. I believe her class is learning about the creation of the world. I might have to frame those papers.

Comings and Goings

What a lovely couple of days! On Thursday I got a call from a dear friend whom I hadn't seen in a long time. She was calling with the wonderful news that she would be in town on Friday. Nothing could have made me happier! So, of course, we got together on Friday, along with a couple other friends. It was a short visit, but lovely, and I was thrilled to find out that she'll be back in town shortly. You know, many of my college friends moved away after graduation, and there were two in particular whom I missed sorely. One of them moved back last year. The friend I saw on Friday is the other. I wonder what it would take to get her to move back? Hmm...

Andy and I began today with no particular plan in mind. I decided to go through Elise's clothes, pack away the ones she has outgrown, that sort of thing. At one point I went downstairs to find a particular bin in the closet under the stairs. What a mess! So I started going through it, labeling bins, cleaning out bins, etc. Andy and Elise came downstairs, Elise to play, Andy to help. We worked hard. Finally Andy pointed out that it was 2:30, we had not eaten lunch, and Elise had not taken a nap. Oops. We remedied those situations and I think we are both very happy with the work that was unexpectedly accomplished.

Tomorrow promises to be a memorable day. Tomorrow Elise will start Sunday school. At our church, the nursery is provided for children from birth until age two. At the beginning of each school year, the two year olds move up to Sunday school. Tomorrow is the day. I'm excited, and I think Elise will really enjoy it...and I'm just a little bit sad, just because this is yet another sign that my baby isn't a baby anymore. She can "read" (she has it memorized) the entire Curious George book that we read each night at bedtime. She "reads" it to me now. I just sit there, completely delighted and completely saddened by her growth.

A Long Post With Pictures Of My Living Room

Blair's Rules to Live By gave me something to think about. Rule #4 especially. I decided to take inventory of my living room, just out of curiosity, to see how many decorative items actually have some sort of meaning to Andy and me, other than just the fact that we like it. In other words, how much of our stuff has a story? Here is a brief description of our living room.


This is the top of our entertainment center. The entertainment center used to be in Andy's parents' family room. On top we have a "Daddy" picture that hung in Andy's dad's office for years. He gave it to Andy when Elise was born. Next to that is a tealight candleholder made from a tree that was in Andy's backyard during his childhood. When his parents added on to the house, the tree had to come down. That was a very sad day for Andy. A friend of the family kindly made this candleholder and one like it for Andy and his sister, and I believe he made a bowl for Andy's parents, all from the beloved tree. Behind the candleholder is a clock that we recieved as a wedding gift. Next to that are two figurines. The smaller is named Elisabeth. I have had her since I was a very young child. She used to dance and be musical, but one fateful day she was dropped, and the stand from whence she twirled and played her music was broken. I am grateful that she herself did not break. The other figurine was given to me by Andy on the day that Elise was born. It is, in case you can't tell from the picture, a mother holding a baby. (And, because I have a toddler, there is also a third figurine behind the entertainment center. We got her in Mexico on our honeymoon. She is beautiful, but a bit wobbly; thus, her new home behind the cabinet.)


Next we have the mantle. It changes frequently. Right now it holds a "God Bless Our Home" plaque that was given to us when we moved into our current house. Next to that is a bluebird tray that I bought from an online auction just because I liked it. No story there. Behind that is a wooden serving tray, a wedding gift made by the same wonderful woodworking friend who made the candleholder. Next to that is a beautiful plate - bronze, perhaps? - that was also a wedding gift. It was made by a friend who is a master blacksmith. Those two items - the tray and the plate - were among my very favorite wedding gifts. Next to the plate is a vase made from a glass block. Not really a story there, at least not one that gives the vase sentimental value. We purchased it at a craft fair, so at least its purchase supported a local artist. Please ignore the rather dead flowers in it. Next to the vase are some old books. I am not counting books in my inventory. They are a story unto themselves, yes? I do have a penchant for old books, though, and frequently use them in decorating. I used to buy old books just because I liked how they looked. Now I only buy old books that I would actually read. Next to the books, although you cannot see it in this picture, is a piece of petrified wood. It was in my parents' home for as long as I can remember. I believe they got it at the Petrified Forest National Park on our road trip to California when I was three. I'm actually not sure how I acquired it. I think it must have been living in my room when I went away to college, and thus got packed with my stuff. Huh. I wonder if they want it back? And last but not least, at the end of the mantle you can see a plant. I am so proud of this plant. I got it seven years ago and it is still alive. If you know me, you know how amazing that is. (I got a cactus right around the same time that I got this plant. I killed the cactus. Do you know how hard it is to kill a cactus? Hard.)



This little cupboard is technically a DVD/CD cabinet, and we do use part of it for that purpose, as you can tell. We got it at IKEA. No story. The contents are a bit more interesting. The teapot on the top left was a lovely gift from my friend Janene. The blue teapot in the middle was a wedding gift. The teapot on the right was a thrift store find, just something I liked. No sentimental value. On the bottom shelf there is a green honey jar given to us by a friend. It was a birthday gift from her husband, and she loved it, but they downsized and couldn't keep everything. In front of that is an old tea strainer and dish (I don't know what the dish is called...I guess it's just part of the strainer). It was also a gift from a friend. Behind that is a lone teacup with a dogwood flower on it. An antique store purchase. I think it was $1. I was drawn to the dogwood flower. No story. And next to that is a "tea for one" set, given to me by a very dear friend and one-time roommate. And next to that are DVDs. :)


This bookshelf was purchased at a department or discount store, I can't remember which. Sometimes you just have to purchase what you need, you know? It isn't a decorative item; it is a practical item. Anyhow...the only decorative thing on the bookshelf is a "Praying Hands" bookend. This belonged to Andy's grandparents, and it was given to Andy when they passed away.


The sofa was given to us by Andy's parents. The throw pillows were made by Andy's mother. The patchwork throw was made by me.

This cabinet is not actually ours. It is on loan to us by our downsizing friends. We really like it. You can't really see everything in it in this picture. There is more "just because" stuff in this shelf than anywhere else in the living room. The top (which you cannot see at all) is covered in family photos. The large open shelf houses an old desktop seismograph that Andy found at an antique store. We both like old things, as you will see. Next to the seismograph is a musical snow globe that Andy gave to me as a Christmas gift when we were engaged. I love it. It shows animals (lion, lamb, rabbit, mouse, cardinals, etc.) on the inside and it plays Amazing Grace. Also on that shelf is a vintage sewing machine. I think it would work, but the cord is frayed. It was an antique store find. Behind all of those things is a yardstick (Elise calls it "Daddy's stick") from Andy's grandfather's realty business.

In the lefthand cupboard is a concertina that belonged to Andy's grandfather, a very old magazine (I do not recall whether Andy purchased it or it belonged to his grandparents), and some Franciscan dishes given to us by friends. The center shelves house a unique vase that we purchased at a craft fair. I really like it. I almost said that it does not have a story or sentimental value, but that's not true. It does not commemorate a particularly special occasion like the wedding gifts or the honeymoon figurine, but it does remind me of a pleasant, quiet day spent with my husband. It's something that we picked out together, something we both like. That is its story. Below the vase is a silver tray given to us for our fifth anniversary by Andy's grandmother, from her own collection. The righthand cupboards house part of Andy's coin and camera collection, and my Louisa May Alcott books. There is also another mother/daughter figurine, given to me by Andy on Mother's Day.

And this...this is what I found this morning. Andy left it for me when he went to work. Those are checker pieces. Isn't he charming?