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.