Saturday, January 28, 2012

Pinterest Pinings

I hab a code.

All I'm doing is sniffling and snorting and nose-dripping and sneezing and blowing tissues all over the place.


I think I sneezed fifteen times in a row this afternoon.

K blessed me the first time.

By the fourth sneeze she told me to be quiet. Evidently I was disturbing her while she was playing on her phone.

Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!

Excuse me, I have to go clean myself up.


Some interesting things on Pinterest:

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

I have a wee bit of an obsession with clogs. I find them at thrift stores, and flea markets, and tag sales, and friends.

I was going to spray paint them glossy red and fill them with greenery and little packages and give them away.

But not no more.

Not once I saw these cuties.

Color love.

I think I may need to learn how to use watercolors. 

Love this.

So much.

Maybe I'll start with these.

Ah, now we're talking....glitter!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Truth in Advertising

It's time to 'fess up. Things are not always so simple in my simple life world.

One of the Knitwits tonight said that my blog doesn't match my person. She said my blog makes my life seem so peaceful and simple and not dramatic. And everything sounds hunky-dory. Because from where she sits, my life isn't like that.

The Knitwits get to hear most of the {not} simple stuff that happens. My blog readers get sheltered from that. Who wants to read about someone else's drama? That's what soap operas are for. try to find things that make me happy every day. I think if you look for happy things, you'll find them. And I tend to blog about those things that make me happy.


I want my life to be peaceful, and calm, and full of gentleness and thoughtfulness. I want to focus on more important things, like helping other people and serving my God. I'm trying to find ways to give back some of what we've been blessed with. 

Key word? Trying. That's why my blog description says, "Trying to live a simple life in a not-so-simple world." 

But sometimes life isn't so calm, is it? And things don't always run smoothly and effortlessly. 

Like eating.  Rapid change of subject but it will all make sense.

Eating involves food planning, and shopping, and preparation, and cooking. That is a whole lot of time for something that lasts about fifteen minutes each night. And I'm tired of spending so much time on eating. 

I honestly don't care what I eat for dinner. I'm happy with a bowl of cereal. Or an egg with toast.

But the Man?

Not so much. He likes a complete meal most nights. And that's where we're running into a difference of opinion.

Which is NOT making me calm. Or happy.
Now that our children are older, they are not home for dinner a lot. So our traditional family meal time seems to have gone by the wayside. They are busy working and going to school, or out with friends, but wherever they are, most nights they are not home for dinner. Our table of five has decreased.

Two down.

Mom doesn't really care what we eat for dinner. She's told me she's happy with a peanut butter sandwich.

Three down.

I don't care what we eat for dinner anymore. I'm happy with a peanut butter sandwich.

Four down.

Uh-oh. Things aren't looking good for the Man.


So J and I are out shopping last week and we are way on the other side of the big city right around dinner time. I called the Man to let him know that we probably wouldn't make it home for dinner since we still had to get through the big city to get home and it was rush hour. And since it was a Knitwits knitting night, I wouldn't eat dinner anyway since we have such yummy snacks at class.

"Well, what's for supper?" the Man asked.

"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it," I replied. Remembering we had leftover pasta and salad in the refrigerator, I mentioned it to the Man. My mind was focused on the upcoming traffic jam I was sure we would be sitting in shortly.

"Oh." He didn't seem too enthusiastic about that choice.

"Well, what else is there?" he asked.

"I don't know. Look in the freezer and see what's there." I hurry across the street and get in the car. I'm starting to get a tad bit testy because I gave him a viable option for dinner and he opted out. Now I'm supposed to come up with another option?

"Just have the pasta," I said.

"Forget it. I'll figure something out," he said. And then hung up on me a bit abruptly.

J and I started for home. After about ten minutes on the highway, I told him to call his dad and ask if he wanted me to pick up the makings for tacos. I was pretty sure I would have enough time to brown some ground beef before knitting.

Let's just say that conversation didn't go so well. This is what I heard from my end of the car.

"Dad, Mom wants to know if you want us to stop and pick up taco fixings for supper?"

He listens to the Man.

"Are you going there now?"

More listening.

"Well, if you're already going to the grocery store, why don't YOU pick up taco fixings?" 

Uh-oh. I know this is not going to go over well so I make the hand across the throat sign to try and stop him from this train of thinking. Too late. His mouth is already moving.

"There's no point in Mom and I stopping if you're already going there."

He looks at the phone and says, "He hung up on me."

Gee, who could see that one coming?


When I get home the Man and I have a few words for each other. He tells me that his mom used to cook dinner every night when he was younger. I tell him that his mom didn't work during that time. He tells me that since I had the day off, he expected me to cook a meal. I tell him that even though I wasn't at work, I had other things to do and wasn't home all day. 

Sometimes we work and don't get paid for it.

It wasn't a very pretty scene. I could feel myself getting more and more upset and knew I was going to lash out if we didn't back off immediately. 

It's a good thing Sissy showed up to take me to knitting.
Fast forward a few days. And we have almost the same scenario unfolding.

This time it's K and I out shopping. She needed something for school and had to have it NOW.

So we went off to the mall right around dinner time.

After striking out at the first store, we had to go to a second store to get what she needed. Now I decide I better call the Man and let him know to go ahead and eat without us.

"Well, what's for supper?" he asked. 

"Cook the scallops, throw a couple potatoes in the microwave and fix a salad," I told him.

"There's not enough scallops," he told me. "What else can we have?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" I may have said, rather heatedly.

And we hung up. On each other.


I got home about one minute before he did. And I realized there weren't enough scallops. Drat.

Just as I'm trying to figure out what to have instead, the Man walks in.

"You're right, there's not enough scallops," I said to him.

"I know. What are you going to do?" I looked at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. 

What am I going to do? Why do I have to do anything? Why can't he do something?

"I'm going to the store to BUY MORE SCALLOPS." And I stomped out of the house.

When I got home, I flung the three bags of meat I had bought on the counter. Scallops, a pork roast, meatloaf mix, and two chickens. By golly, if he wanted dinner choices, he was going  to have them.

And then it went south. 


What came out of our discussion? I'm not cooking any more. Unless I feel like it. 

And I'm not planning meals anymore. 

Most likely, I'll still do the grocery shopping.

But eating is now the Man's responsibility. Because I don't care what I eat for dinner. And he does.
To be honest, I'm not happy with myself. 

I should have been more gentle, more kind. I really thought he understood where I was coming from after the first discussion.

But he didn't. And the second discussion was loud and dramatic and everything that I'm starting to dislike about this {not} simple matter.

We're going to have to figure this out. It's not fair for him to do it all. But it's not fair for me to do it all, either.

As far as my attitude, let's just say I'm not perfect. 

Just forgiven.


So there it is. A little bit of the {not} simple things that happen in my world. 

What can I say? I'm a work in progress. And I'm working toward finding more peace and calm and stillness in my life. 

Now I'm going to find something that makes me happy.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Making a Commmmmmmitment

January is here, with eyes that keenly glow.
A frost mailed warrior
Striding a shadowy steed of snow.
~Edgar Fawcett

We got a wee little bit of snow this past weekend. Just enough to make it look like January. 

I love the first flakes that fall down and land and stay for a little while.

Each one unique.

Each one a tiny work of art, released by God to grace our world.

Even if it is only for a moment or three.
New bedding.

Took me a long time to find. I have commitment issues when it comes to bedding.

It's too dark, or too light, or too long, or too short. 

It's too girly, or too manly, or too pink, or too black.

I could not find anything that was just right. Call me Goldilocks.

Then I found this bedding.

It is a perfect blend of girly and manly, for me and the Man.

It looks very old-fashioned. 

Like it was pieced together from lots of discarded materials, or old clothing, or well-used bedding.

And the pillows that went with it look like vintage French grain sacks.

I heart my new bedding.
While I was snapping a photo of my new bedding I realized the light was just right.

It's a just right kind of day.

So I made K come in and model for me.

She makes the bedding look so much prettier.
Full of smiles lately.

Her father is suspicious. He thinks she wants something.

I think she is changing back into the lovable girl she was before P-U-B-E-R-T-Y.
Looking out the window.

The light was gorgeous. 

That is something I want to get better at this year. Finding the light, as Miz Booshay would say.
Mmmmm, I love my scarves.

Cleaning out a closet this weekend and I came up with an armful of scarves.

Each one has a memory attached to it so I can't part with any of them. 

Some I got as gifts, some from our travels, some I made. 

How can I part with any of them?

How am I supposed to de-clutter when I can't throw anything out?

It's a good thing this is the year of organization and glitter and not the year of de-cluttering.
Hanging things on the laundry line is much nicer than piling them in a heap at the bottom of the bed.

Even with my new bedding.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Say it again, Sam

No pictures today.

I was too busy pinning on Pinterest. And pinning. And pinning.

I did take a break to shop with K for a little while. And make something from a pin I pinned. 

*Photos will be forthcoming. (Forthcoming? Don't I sound formal?)


While I was on Pinterest, I decided to peruse my boards. (Peruse? There's another five dollar word.)

Because most of the time I just pin and pin and forget to go back and look at what I've pinned.

I pin a lot of craft ideas. And recipes. And decorating inspiration. 

But I also have a board called Say It Again. Things worth repeating.


Quick thoughts:

Happiness is a way of travel. Not a destination.

Be so happy that when others look at you, they become happy too.

Go the extra mile. It's never crowded.

Always be kinder than you feel.

You don't have to attend every argument you're invited to.

A smart person knows what to say. A wise person knows whether or not to say it.

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

If you're always racing to the next moment, what happens to the one you're in?


Strike-me-funny things:

Am I getting older or is the supermarket playing great music?

That moment when you walk into a spider web and suddenly turn into a kung-fu master.

I was good at math until they mixed the alphabet into it.

I have CDO. It's like OCD but all the letters are in alphabetical order. As they should be.

Don' be afraid to try. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.


And things that just plain make you think:

Don't look down on anyone unless you are helping them up.

You have never really lived until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.

A strong woman stands up for herself. A stronger woman stands up for everyone else.

Never confuse education with intelligence.


One of my favorite quotes is from Frank Sinatra:

"I may sound old-fashioned, but I want to think all women should be treated like I want my wife, daughters, and granddaughters to be treated. I notice today that good manners—like standing up when a woman enters the room, helping a woman with her coat, letting her enter an elevator first, taking her arm to cross the street—are sometimes considered unnecessary or a throwback. These are habits I could never break, nor would I want to. I realize today a lot more women are taking care of themselves than in the past, but no woman is offended by politeness."


Lots of words in this post. But worth repeating.

Be happy,


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Snuggling in for a long winter's night....

I love coming home. From anywhere. My back porch greets me every day when I finally get home for the night. It never looks the same. I change things around.

A lot.

Depending on the season.

Right now, it's all silver and white and glittery. Like ice.
I pick things up here and there, mixing and matching through the years until I find a combination I like.

And I like this one.

It's got glitter. 

I think this is the year of glitter. As well as the year of organization.


I should probably organize my glitter.

I got this star a few years ago and it was bright and shiny and sparkly.

Now? Not so bright. But still shiny and sparkly. I can't bear to throw it out. So it sits on my back porch. 

No longer an inside item. 

Poor little sparkly star who lost its brightness.

You still make me happy. Outside on the porch.
Newest member to the glitter and sparkle club. Miss Shiny Star hangs on the porch wall, catching glints of sunlight from the morning sun. I always turn around to look at her when I leave for the day. 

So pretty.

After Christmas sale. Dirt cheap. Best kind of bargain there is.
What's going on inside the house?

Just the best bargain I have ever found at a thrift store. 

Sissy and I were out today, poking around in a few stores, and as soon as I saw this blanket, I knew it had to come home with me.

I love granny square afghans.

I will probably never make a granny square afghan. Too much work.

Nana made a granny square afghan. 


Too much work. She said she'd never make one again.

I guess I'm not getting one out of her. Not that I run a granny sweat shop or anything. 

So when I saw this blanket, I said, "Oh my, yes, you have a new home. Come with me, granny square afghan."

The price? 




When I think about all the hours the person who crocheted this afghan put into it, I feel sad that it wound up in a thrift store, selling for $4.99.

So a message to the person-who-crocheted-my-new-afghan: You can rest easy. Your lovely afghan has found a new home, one that's filled with love for it.

It will be used.

Thank you for making my blanket.

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Year of Organization

My new recipe box. I love it. 

A friend has a long, narrow wooden box that she uses for holding her recipes and she leaves it on the counter. Right where you need it. 

It looks wonderfully old and broken in and used

But it took her a looooong time to find the perfect size box. I've been looking for about a year and finally found one. It's not a perfect fit, but it's close enough to what I wanted. Now all I need to do is make some pretty dividers. 

And clean it out. Too many recipes. Not enough cooking.


This is the year of organization.

Of course, I say that every year. 

But this year I mean it.

Organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it is not all mixed up.
~A.A. Milne

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Glitter My World

I'm obsessing over glitter right now.

It started with a photo I saw somewhere on the Internet. And fell in love with all the color exploding from the model's hand.

So when my nieces slept over this weekend, and we had party stuff all over the place, I decided to get out the glitter.

Don't you just love all that color?

I do!
The girl behind that purple mask.

My niece, D, the Russian princess.

Doesn't she look like she belongs in Dr. Zhivago with that furry sweater?

And I like her Mona Lisa smile. Very mysterious.
When my sissies and I were younger, much younger, we used to spend every New Year's eve at Nan's house. We would spend all day getting that house ready for the party. Blowing up balloons, making treats and snacks to eat, putting together the punch - we did the kids punch. Uncle T always made the adult punch.

You can imagine why.

Then Nan would bring out her party box. Full of party stuff like horns, and noisemakers, and hats, and masks. All kinds of stuff that seems so fun when you're a kid.

It didn't take much for me to convince my nieces that we had to go shopping at the dollar store for New Year's eve stuff.

It was time to have my own party box.

Thirty five dollars later and I'm the proud owner of a dozen hats, tiaras, and clown caps; feather masks, sequin masks, and metallic masks; Mardi Gras beads; a couple dozen horns and noisemakers; and some leftover pieces of confetti. Or graffiti, as the Man calls it.

I can't wait to pull it out next year.
The other girl behind the mask, my other niece, E.

I love this photo.

I love her eyes. Very distracted eyes. She's thinking about something other than blowing glitter.
Finally Mom came home.

She went waaaaay over the river and through the woods to my sissy-in-law's house for the holidays.

And had a marvelous time.

But I was very happy to meet halfway in the woods to collect her and bring her home. Actually, the Man did the driving. I did the knitting.

All is right in my world.