Thursday, December 31, 2009
at 12:29 PM
ok, not such a great photo, but the reason we caught him smiling is his gift of driver's ed. we also made up a fake license. That'll get any teenage boy to smile.
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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Monday, December 14, 2009
This necklace can be found at peaches4me.etsy.com. I own one myself!
Being in the Mall, no sorry, LIVING in the Mall these past months has made me yearn for something homemade, dang it. It has made me realize that what I have is a job, but that it pales in comparison to making something with my own hands. I miss it and it is a priority for 2010. In the meantime, I have found many (manymanymany) wonderful things on www.etsy.com.
If you aren't aware of this fabu place yet, everything is handmade. An artist or craftsperson can make one or one hundred of their things and put it up for sale. It is the most wonderful marketplace I've ever seen. And may I had - completely affordable.
So think of etsy this year for birthdays and holidays. Maybe you'll see me there soon!
How about a beautiful pillow cover that zips off for washing? molliebydesign.etsy.com
Or upscale hairpins to add a little romance to your life. cultivar.etsy.com
at 6:44 PM
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
This was the night for the Christmas card photo. Ah, it's always a lovely time, it is. Especially when mom makes you put on matching t-shirts and you are a teenaged boy. Oh, so what. The way I see it, I get to "dress" them on Easter, Thanksgiving and for the Christmas card. The rest of the time they are pretty much in control.
Then Ronan and I and as the rest of the gang came in from the dog park and pulled themselves away from the computer, all watched "A Charlie Brown Christmas." The pretty fire was lit and I made some hot chocolate and for one brief half hour there was peace in the land.
Oh the room is WAY too small & all I've done in 5 years is reconfigure furniture. A small upright piano is in the room while our magnificent baby grand that we inherited enjoys a place of honor in my mother's much bigger living room. But we have this fireplace. And on a night like tonight, it's worth all the tea in China.
So what is it about this story that moves those of us who were 8 years old in 1968, or thereabouts? This 20 minutes of magic? From the skaters and the first few notes of "Christmas Time Is Here, Happiness and cheer, Fun for all, That children call, Their favorite time of year." Was it held so precious because it was only to be seen once a year? That it ushered in Christmas?! Is it all of the snow? Boy, I remember snow. Maybe it was the colors. The crazy bright and beautiful colors from this show and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas."
It was tired parents who stayed up late putting things together and an open box of chocolates on Christmas morning. For breakfast! It was Bobby Sherman and a banana yellow album player. Oh, I had died and gone to heaven. It was a blue "maxi" coat that came down to my ankles with some kind of furry interior and a big hood and brown suede boots. Sarah Jessica had nothing on me.
I don't know if the seasons hold the same feeling for my kids. I wonder what they will hold dear in 30 years. They have never gone without. They bemoan not having their own rooms (and often make me feel really guilty about it) but otherwise have everything they could ever want. They have rarely had to wait a couple of months for anything, never mind from Christmas to Christmas. So I offer my traditions to them, I tell them my stories. I hope something sticks.
at 9:57 PM
Monday, December 7, 2009
Not a ruler to be found. Just draped and cut. Made some chalk marks. Cut and pinned. Front and back, left and right. I just sat and drank my coffee. Well, and wrote the fat check.
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