Rolling along

I am a bicycle addict.  I adore bicycles.  All kinds, all shapes, all sizes.  I only own two to my name at this moment, but I plan to get at least two more over my lifetime.

I desperately would love a bike like THIS…

And another one like this…

Aren’t they just fabulous?  The one on top is a Trek bike.  They typically range in the thousands of dollars, however I think there are few ‘normal’ models that are in the hundreds.  I’ll get that one when I win the lottery.  Or maybe when Lance Armstrong decides to give one to me, just because I’m me.

The second bike, the red one, is my favorite to date.  You can actually go here and sort of customize it with different baskets, colors, etc.  It is only around $750 or so.  Only.  Heh.

I bought my very first, very OWN bicycle when I was 20.  Up until that point, all the siblings shared.  It was an exciting moment when I put down that eight dollars at the flea market, and rode it all the way back to our car.  I took it home, bought some paint and some rust remover and it actually turned out to be quite a cute bike.  Until the bearings gave out when I was pregnant with my first baby.  Since then it has hung in our garage looking all blue and cute and useless.  But, I will never, never sell it.  I will probably sand it, repaint it and actually get the wheels and bearings restored, but it will always be mine.  Until I pass it on to my daughter, that is.

So, get on your bike this spring and do some toodling about town.  Sites look different from the saddle of a bicycle.  Better yet, add an old basket or crate to it and go grocery shopping or garage sale-ing.  I’m telling you, it’s fun.

The weather is getting so nice, I won’t be posting but, maybe twice or three times a week. But if I do take the plunge to redo my old, blue bike, I’ll do a special post just about that.

So what are you waiting for?  Go!


His name is Barrett. But we call him Bear. He’s two. And he’s cute. Too cute sometimes, but I guess that’s our fault.

He can be so precocious and obstinate, but he also voluntarily kisses me more than the other two. They have their own very special ways of connecting with me, but Bear’s is kissing. Lot’s and lot’s of kissing. I have been told that will end in a few years, but I hope not.

He sure does it right. He will come up to me and say, “keese?” Then (and this is the best part) he puts his little, chubby hands on either side of my face, looks into my eyes and then plants some sugar.

Just an example. This morning was another of the beauties of living a slower life. I slept in a bit because of yesterday’s coffee fiasco and that is when I felt several little, warm bodies creep in beside me. I love these moments where all is quiet, I can hear them breathing, and their sweet smell and soft, urgent whispers of, “don’t kick me!” and “But I want to be next to Mommy!” surround me.

That is typically when Bear makes his move. My eyes are closed, I can feel his face get closer and I know he’s staring at me willing my eyes to open. So I open them. And there, just a few centimeters away, are two beautiful, blue orbs of merriment. That is when the conversation starts.

“Keese, Mommy?”

“Sure, Bear, Mommy would love a kiss.” He gives me his little-boy kiss and shoves his arm under my head and around my neck in a gentle headlock. He makes sure his legs are under the comforter and then he pulls it to his chin. The blue orbs disappear in what seems to be sleepiness, so I close mine.

And then, “Mommy? Sweep?”

“No, buddy. Mommy’s awake.”


“Yup. I’m awake.”

“Mommy! Oh, no! Padoo, padoo, paaadddooooo!” (The games begin)

I’m supposed to shriek in fear, so I do, “Oh no, Bear! Where’s the spider?”

“Here, Mommy.” He walks his little chubby hand up my arm and wiggles it a bit.

“Ooooh, Bear. That’s a scary spider, huh?”

“Get it, Mommy! Get it!”

I gently squash it and he makes a poor mewing sound. Must be the death rattle of the spider. Suddenly, I feel bad. Bear’s face perks up in an instant, he makes a whistling sound through his lips and the spider miraculously re-inflates.

A miracle, folks. I have just witnessed a miracle.

After a few more rounds of kisses with them all and a few more spider miracles, we head into our day. I find myself feeling so grateful for the little stuff as I contemplate my three gifts and the astounding re-inflatable spider. Praise be.


That’s the only title I can seem to figure out for this post. For it is indeed the a.m.

Very, very a.m. As in, I never got to sleep last night a.m. And, I should NEVER have had that last cup of coffee a.m.

Oh, well. Lessons learned and world problems solved as I laid there and concentrated on going to sleep. Really, really concentrated.

All kinds of things were going around in my head. Minor things like, How in the world am I going to function tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep? And major things like, How in the world am I going to function tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep?

See what I mean?

No, seriously. It was one of those nights when projects and words are swirling around and around and I keep forgetting to put a notebook by my bed. I have heard that helps creative types like myself, but I wouldn’t know. I haven’t yet, in all these years, remembered to put a notebook by my bed. Maybe someday I’ll remember and I’ll actually get a good night’s sleep.

I don’t know if this happens to you, but on a typical night while going to sleep I have prayers, songs, lyrics, colors, sentences, swatches of fabric, business plans, and more prayers flying about in my noggin. Add coffee or Red Bull to that and it tends to be a psychedelic display of monumental proportions.

That is why, at 5 in the morning, I found myself standing next to the couscous in aisle 3 of our local grocery. Shopping is so serene in the a.m. besides the fact that it quite literally keeps me sane. I feel very normal and mom-ish shopping at 5 in the morning. Like I’m conquering the known world. The check-out lady looked at me funny and I couldn’t understand why until I realized I had gotten out of bed and headed out the door without checking my hair. Sheesh. Oh, well. Some sacrifice of vanity must be made while doing all that conquering.

I simply MUST remember to put a notebook by my bed. Seriously.

One of the factoids that was running amok in my brain was the fact that it is officially May. How exciting is that? Very, very, very. May is always full of surprises, BBQ, and, around here, a few tornado warnings. Let’s pray for good surprises, tons of BBQ, and ix-nay on the tornadoes.

Today promises to be full on this end, so I’m going to go fix breakfast and deal with my coffee hangover. Not one person in this house is awake yet, but I’m guessing it won’t be long. So until a little later (yawn)…

…have a great first day of May.

New Banner

I guess I just needed a change.  I know it may look a bit goofy, but I’m in the creative process to develop a banner I really like.  In the meantime, I thought, Why not?

They are my dear dad’s little feet when he was around 3 yrs. old.

The full picture below:

Isn’t this such a great picture?

Little Women

I’m sitting here watching the most recent movie adaptation of one of the most endearing works by Louisa May Alcott. To say I love this story would be an understatement. I read the book many times before ever seeing any movie depicting the storyline and I’m glad. I think I like the newest version with Susan Sarandon, Claire Danes, and Wynona Ryder the best of any rendering to date. I just think those three women were so perfect for the roles.

Earlier, during the ‘Beth Death Scene’, I looked over at my dear hubby and I saw a tear running down his cheek. I asked him if his allergies were acting up or if he was crying. He simply replied, “Yes.”

Fabulous man. He loves his action movies, but he “indulges” me and my chick flicks. Mmmmhmmm. Sure.

The most likeable facet of this particular movie is it’s sensitive and tactile cinematography. It’s so real, but still so beautiful. Meg’s wedding scene was a wonderful example of a simple wedding at it’s best. Proof that weddings need not be expensive to be fabulous.

Speaking of weddings, in our little country church there are going to be three this summer. One in June, one in July, and one in August.

The wedding coming up in June is my friend Rachel’s wedding. She let me see her dress at her bridal shower and it is sooooo beautiful. It is a golden ivory satin and so perfect for her. I have the distinct privilege of making her veil. I’m in the process right now of finding the right shade of ivory illusion and it is really, really hard. I’m not sure I have the right color yet. It seems a bit too yellow, I think, but I’ll see when I take it to her house to put it next to the dress. I used to make wedding veils as a business, so it will be fun to see the wonderful reward of seeing a work of yours walking down the aisle on the head of a beautiful bride. I’ll try to post a picture of it when it’s finished. It’s going to be fingertip length with a hand-sewn bias satin edge. Can’t wait.

The wedding in July is going to be outside and so the black, formal dress I’m wearing to the June wedding won’t be appropriate. I have looked and looked and looked for a dress and have not been able to find anything at all. I decided to make my dress and found two patterns on a vintage pattern site.

I’m going to go with View A for the blouse. The other ones are a little crazy for me. I suppose the pattern IS from 1954, so I can’t be surprised.

And now I need to choose the fabric for it and I simply can’t decide. Here are the current choices:

Choices from the left: seafoam green linen, navy blue linen, green silk, green flowered linen, and black checked linen.

If you would care to post a vote in the comments I would appreciate it. I feel stuck. Any other ideas would be welcome if you have them.

As soon as my muslin mock-up is done I’ll get a picture up. It should be interesting. Vintage patterns are very different than modern patterns due to the changes in undergarments used under the finished garment. And, personally, I think I’m gonna stay away from the girdle idea. I’m just sayin’.

Usually, I find I need to adjust the bustline and the hip to waist ratio. So, tomorrow will be a cut and slash pattern alteration day and then…I get to start cutting!

I’ll keep you updated on the project, but for now I’m signing off to go get a little sleep. See you in the morning!

Not that far in the past. Just as far back as November.

Today I was swiftly coasting through my considerable stash of digital picture files when I came across a file of pictures from this past Thanksgiving. I know I’ve been obsessed with spring lately (for good reason), but these pictures just felt so great to look at I can’t help but post them. They made me see my kids as they were only a few, short months ago. How swiftly they change and grow. And how swiftly we forget little moments.

These particular pictures are from our little excursion to Galveston. Our Thanksgiving celebration was in Houston with my Dad’s family, but we had plenty of time that week to take side trips and this was one of them. It was a bit chilly, but the kids had never, ever been to a beach. They collected enough sea shells to fill a canning jar, although originally I think we collected them in an empty cracker box. Bear didn’t want to leave. He’s all about dirt, dirt, dirt and goodness knows there was plenty of THAT within reach.

Ah, the sand. The lovely sand.

Our Joshua couldn’t resist that huge expanse of untouched sand to write his name in large letters…

…and a bit of a love note to me.

Good-bye, then, lovely beach, until another time.

Today we are, by necessity, cooped up in the house. It is absolutely gorgeous here, but our littlest, Bear, has caught a nasty bug and is valiantly trying to fight it. It was a high fever all through the night and into the morning accompanied by what sounds like the beginnings of bronchitis. Therefore, all the outdoor play we had planned for today has been put on hold.

Josh and Anna may end up heading outside after lunch, but Bear and I are having to make do with our open windows that bring the breezes and sweet scents indoors.