Wednesday, April 3, 2013

No Foolin'


We love to laugh.   We don't take ourselves too seriously.  When there is a chance to celebrate... we do.

Case in point:

A year ago today, our chickens were hatched, placed in a box and shipped overnight from Missouri to Idaho. 


They used to be so tiny.  Full of fuzz and just sprouting feathers.   Now, they are full grown chickens, feeding our breakfast needs daily and following us around the yard, anticipating the next treat.


Today, we delivered. 

Last night, Craig ask that I make the chicks a cake.  Equipped with icing and toppings.
 
Yes, "toppings" does include worms harvested from our garden.  No, Craig and I did not join them in eating cake.


After all, there was none left.


Friday, March 29, 2013

Double Take


Remember the day I swore by washi tape?  Oh, that was yesterday?  Well, some things never change overnight.  Because guess what....  I did some more decorating with washi tape!!!

This time, I wanted to make a fun addition to our B wall and this piece of boring just wasn't cutting it. 


This is why you need washi tape in your life.  I think I may need to become a spokesperson for the stuff.  I feel like a broken record. 


I can almost hear your oohs and ahhs through the computer.  Cute, huh?!

To clean up the edges, I used a complementary color to finish it off.  


And now, it looks a little something like this...


Actually, I feel bad lying to you.  It looks exactly like that.  

**In case you are wondering, I got this gift from heaven (washi tape) from www.pickyourplum.com.  Everyday, they have fun things to offer up at great discounts.  I can't promise that today will be washi tape, but keep checking in.  It's bound to reappear.  Or, just go to this search I did on ETSY.  You are welcome.  

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Easy Peasy, Lemon Squeezy!


Alright folks.  I've got news for you.

Washi Tape.

Have you heard of it?  Do you own any?

Get on it!  It'll make your home bright and ready for spring.

So, wanna follow along?  All you need is an empty can, some washi tape, some soil and a plant.  Seriously.  Easy.


Then, pick your favorites and wrap it up!  I love the rich colors and the intricate designs.


Finally, add a fun plant and pair it with equally quirky pieces.  You husband will thank you for spray painting and displaying trophies later.  Way later.  As in, I'm still waiting.


But on a serious note...  I did earn the biking trophy.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Never Trust a Rodent


That time of year came early this trip around the sun.  I've reached the point where waking up to snow no longer signifies childish excitement.  There is no novelty left in scraping off my windshield. 

I'm dreaming of my garden.  I'm dreaming of flowers blooming along our fence line.  I'm dreaming of home grown tomatoes. 

The last couple of weeks have been mild.  Little snow, optimistic sunshine and a confirmation from the rodent that we place our lose-your-coat hopes on.  Hey Mr. Groundhog...  did you predict the 8 inches of snow that have fallen in the last 48 hours?  UGH!

I pretty much feel like this:



It's my fault.  I shouldn't have let myself dream.  I live in Idaho after all.  I shouldn't have gone to Home Depot and purchased the tiny plants that are bringing life to our home.  I shouldn't have bought the lovely yellow primrose that has been paired with a blue pot -- the perfect spring Bobcat accessory.  I REALLY shouldn't have purchased the basil plant that sits in my kitchen window, begging for fresh tomatoes and mozzarella, drizzled in olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

I told you.  I shouldn't have allowed myself to dream of the mercury in that tiny tube, raising at the same rate as my hopes for a magical summer.

In light of such dismal weather prospects, let's temper our mood a little, shall we?  If you are feeling the same way that I am, you'll love this quick tutorial.  It involves cutting up a winter sweater...   Craig's sweater in this case. 

To my wonderful husband:
Sorry love!  You were gone and I could not contain my excitement for this project.  You will forgive me for the scissor therapy, won't you?



This no-sew project is very simple.  First, find the sweater that signifies winter the most to you and, CUT OFF THE DAMN SLEEVES!  (This is a DIY protest, people!  Hang in there.)

Next, find a sad little plant that was meant for the garden, not on a shelf in my living room.

Place the vase in the sleeve.  I suggest that the cuff go on the bottom.  That way it is more secure when you pick it up. 


Then, simply fold the top of the sleeve over twice to reveal this fun cloth pot cozy. 


Alright.  This is making me feel just a bit warmer.  I'm kind of in love with this DIY.


Oh, but my husband isn't.  Sorry baby.  Maybe you can go and coach the New England Patriots with glam fashion like that!

Saturday, February 23, 2013

An Elephant of a Find


My grandmother called it rummaging.  My 9th grade Biology teacher called it junkin'.  I call it pickin'.

There are few things in this world that are more exciting than digging through the hidden treasures of an old home.  I find so much joy in repurposing décor back to it's glory day.  A little spit-shine on site at the sale tells of opportunity and newness.  A fun, albeit quirky future awaits. 

Would it surprise you to know that I thought my stuffed animals came to life as a kid?

There was an estate sale across the street from my office.  A perfect little historical home with original woodwork and a brick façade that must have taken many men and many hours to erect at the turn of the 20th century.  There are treasures to be had. 

So what did I find?  This sweet little elephant clock.


A quick search online tells me that this whimsical piece is from 1945.  I imagine the tiny little hands that must have turned these dials. The little hands that misplaced the pegs that are to be inserted at each hour.  I imagine those same little hands, grateful for a war to be over and the promise of hope and opportunity laid out before them.  The little hands that are now hindered by painful joints and wrinkled skin.   

I haven't quite decided what to do with it.  I may insert a clock mechanism bringing life to the sweet red and yellow hands.  I may not touch it at all -- it could be a fun toy for children that Craig and I may one day have.  For now, the elephant rests his heavy feet on the shelf in our guest room.  After all, who could resist that welcoming smile. 

Oh, and one other quick find: 

How about some goosebump balls, eh?  Let it be known that I did not purchase this box full of awesome.  Maybe it was the marketing...   You can just barely make out the writing on the side that says "honk if you like goosebumps"....  in what world did this advertising work?! 

 
I'll stick with whimsical. 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Share The Love!


It's not fun to watch the news.  It's not fun to learn of hardship.  It's agonizing to realize that people around us are hurting.

It's not always a matter of choice.  It's not always a matter of circumstance.  Sometimes, it just is.

Everyone is fighting a battle.  Everyone's battle is their own.  Together, it is important to recognize that we are a part of a larger community.  If it's not our job to help those around us, then whose job is it?

It's not easy to put yourself out there.  To help.  It's hard to approach a stranger when the response may be rejection or a cold shoulder.  It's hard to approach someone close to you because you may alter a relationship that is cherished.

It's not easy.  But if not us, then who?

For the little things that make a huge difference, I say share.  This simple tear-off flyer is a way to tell the world that someone is listening.  Somebody cares.  Somebody wishes their day to better.  Because we're in this together.

Instructions:
1. Print
2. Cut
3. Hang
4. Share



Plaster, plaster, PLASTER!  Share a smile.  Share a hug.  Share confidence.

For those battles that we fight alone, let someone know you are on their side.


Monday, January 28, 2013

Eighth Grade Called...


Here is how I started my day. 


By 10am, I looked like this.



Braces.  Adult braces. 

As they were gluing and wiring, all I could think about was how I hurried out the door this morning, with only enough time to get a kiss on the top of my head from my husband as I brushed my teeth.  I was running late and it just didn't cross my mind.  One last free-of-metal kiss.

Of course, in my over dramatic mood, it's all I can think about now.  I actually started tearing up while they were still working on my mouth.  I think I said, "I don't know why my eyes are watering this much" 13 times.  Yes, thirteen.  Or as i say it now, terteen times.  I'm sure they saw right through it.

******Deep breath******

I've had a couple of good cries over this already today. 

Ugh.  We can certainly qualify my vanity as a first world problem.

For the next 15 months, I'll smile a metallic grin.  Please friends, if I am lucky enough to enjoy your company for a meal or two in the next 1.25 years, don't let me leave the table with leafy greens flowing from my grid-like grin. 

I know I am lucky to be able to be able to afford to take care of myself.  I know this is a luxury.  I know that in a short year and a half, these wires and rubber bands will be a distant memory.  But for now, I'm not feeling like a super model.

Here's to Advil, Craig being mistaken for my older brother and picking seasonal colors of rubber bands.  Who's up for a little red, white and blue this July?! 

Awesome, me neither. 

15 months and counting. 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Long January Days


January is the hardest month.  The celebration of a year gone by, family surrounding the table and the hope for a new year full of adventure are quickly drowned out by the cold dark days that not even the mercury cares to pay a visit. 

I'll set my sights on the lovely month of February.

Why the somber tone?  It could be the relentless pile of work that awaits each morning at my office.  It could be the assignments piling up for another semester of Doctoral work.  It may be the New Year's resolution of eating healthy and working out that I am determined to keep.

But those? I can handle.  Those are easy.

I miss my husband.  No, he's not gone.  No, he's not absent.  No, he's not emotionally checked out.  He's just not here.  Now.  My husband is an engineer and with 5 years of work under his belt, he is ready to take his professional exam.  This April, he'll walk in, pencil and calculator in hand to prove that his life as a student and now as an employee is valid.

He doesn't do anything half way.  He works 8 hours, sometimes more, grabs dinner and leaves for the library.  With a sense of purpose, he crunches numbers and solves equations, gearing up for a solid performance in April.  He is determined, not just to pass, but to excel. 

For now, the minutes and hours tick by.  His glasses perfectly positioned; his hand gliding his pencil across the paper.

For now, evenings are quite.  Those driving by our 6' x 6', street facing window don't see silhouettes of a couple, dancing to the perfect Pandora pick or a quick goodnight kiss as one surrenders the night before the other.  The lights are low.  The floors creek. 

Instead, I light the entryway lamp and fall asleep with a bite from the cold in the sheets.  He'll come home, crawl in beside me and give a kiss before his eyes, heavy with work, find their way to dreamland. 

There are no complaints.  There is no resentment.  Just a girl who is eternally proud of the determined man she was lucky to marry. 

I'll pack snacks.  I'll pre-prepare dinners. 

I'll give the biggest kiss when he gets the letter, informing him that he is a Professional Engineer. 

But for now, my Redbird Radio station on Pandora sings quiet, calming tunes as the night winds down. 

Good night world.  I must go to bed...  My husband is coming for a visit.