eastern mountain ray zone

Time is such an odd thing. At one point in my life I remember actually wishing summer would hurry up and end so that I could go back to school and see my friends everyday. And now I can feel the days slipping by. Ray has 2 teeth coming in and a third daring to cut through. He really made me laugh on this one. Back at months 4 and 5 I remember all the other yoga mom's babes were getting there first teeth and so every cantankerous outburst of Ray's became the latest sign of teething. Months of me sticking my finger in his mouth trying to feel the first signs of those two bottom teeth. Lo and behold my boy decided to do things his own way and he went for the right front tooth first. Personally, I've always loved that tooth, I think it was an excellent choice. Well, not to be outdone the bottom left decided to make an appearance next. And now, it's the left front that's floating dangerously close to the surface. Here I was waiting for him to get his teeth just like every other babe when I should have remembered that he doesn't do anything 'just like every other babe'. And I really like it that way.

xo

a stitch in time

I've been so busy lately that I haven't had the time to stop and write, much less think about what to write. I stitched my way into a frenzy last week and it all culminated with the Fashion Denver spring show on Saturday. In the end I did well but I didn't do as well as I wanted. The amount of work I put in to all of the clothing I made wasn't really proportionate to the amount of green bills I got in return. Oh well, some days are like that. My dad had a good bit of advice, he said that even though I may not have seen the return I wanted right now, I could very well have set things in motion for an even larger return later. Ah dads, they sure are good at making you feel better about yourself.

Here's a couple photos of our booth and some of my clothes:

from right to left (ish)

funny leg warmers, my friend Jess's beautiful hand-knit scarves, my favorite green dress (sold), my beautiful brown dress, my grey military-esque skirt, my brown knit dress, my floral dress, my lace shrug...)

booth shot. One of our mascot deer. Susan's awesome outfit in the back.

wide booth shot. My dress on the left, also looks smashing worn as a skirt.

All in all it was a good time. I'm still a little worn out from our sewing marathon but I have a bunch of new ideas brewing for spring! No rest for the creatives.

Isn't that the truth?!

xo

anything but this.

I was on facebook checking the Handmade Militia group status when I saw it. 

"FCHS 1999 reunion"

There it was in all it's sans-serif glory. Staring right back at me. Taunting me. Judging me.

Reunion?

Reunion?

10 years?

There was a tightening in my chest, my breath becoming shallow.

Oh God.

I started scrolling through the members...

yep. yep. I knew you. mm hmm, you too. 

Then an overwhelming feeling came over me...

PANIC!

I vacillate.

I didn't actually graduate from FCHS in 1999 because my family moved to France and I graduated high school over there. So I don't know if I am technically invited which when I think about that I feel slightly relieved and then on the other hand I feel a teeny-tiny bit upset that I wouldn't be invited but if I was invited I wouldn't go, but because I may not be invited I have the smallest inclination to attend. 

oh high school, you with your vainglorious grip on my heart.

what's a girl to do?

(don't go)

(go)

(don't go)

xo

sidenote

I stand by the saying that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

I had an early meeting in town this morning and afterwards I popped into a nearby coffee shop because they sell these delicious concoctions called breggos. I haven't been able to find them anywhere else in town and this particular coffee shop keeps very odd hours so you can imagine how delighted I was to 1) see them open and 2) think about a delicious, warm breakfast. Well I walked up to the counter and asked if they had any Breggos and the guy working went off about how they were a terrible company and he will never do business with them again. He actually said "Now I never badmouth other businesses..." and then went on and on about how awful they were. He tried to sell me a breakfast burrito ("made with olive oil and fresh eggs") But I had to politely tell him that I really was in the mood for a Breggo. I left feeling disappointed that they didn't have any breggos but his bad attitude left me feeling more awkward than disappointed. Now if he would have just said "oh, sorry we don't carry those anymore" I would have left feeling just slightly disappointed. It's funny the difference a few mean words can make on someone not even related to the situation.

note to self: people don't like to hear about bad situations or negative emotions.

especially me.

xo

I have friends

yep. I have made new friends. Lots of them actually, and I have to say that life is pretty sweet with friends. I've been spending a lot of time with one in particular of my new friends, she is actually my new partner, helping me run the Handmade Militia. We have a lot in common and we both like to make stuff, which is great. I forgot how nice it was to have someone to bounce ideas off of. Don't get me wrong, my husband is great at listening to me and helping me make decisions but sometimes you just want some one to take one look at you and say "um, no". Then there are no hurt feelings, you do a double take and think to yourself "you know, she's right". So anyway, hug a friend for me today and thank the stars for getting to share your life with cool people who understand you.

xo

homonym

I'm thrifty.

I like to buy things at the cheapest price (while not sacrificing quality) that I can possibly find them. There's some part of predator/prey drive in me that gets excited when I find something at a rock bottom price. "ha ha, you remote-digital-thermometer-with-alarm; I know you think you are worth $25.95 but I am only going to pay $8.88 for you!"

I'm part of this online group/site called freecycle. Do you know about freecycle? It's like craigslist only everything is free. Let me tell you there is a lot of junk out there in the world and even more frightening, there is someone out there who actually wants your junk. 

"Half eaten box of cereal. wasn't that good. nothing wrong with it". 

I mean really? 

Personally, I've always been a fan of reading people's screen names. There's JM2009, mom2five and countryBarb. Harmless, semi-normal. But then there's skinayoteef and dumpsterdiva. Um... The worst one I have ever seen has to be ilikecrack. I don't care what they're giving away, I'm not interested.

Anyway, right now I'm in line for a vintage sewing machine and I'm on the look out for a bike trailer for carting the little one around town this summer. You should have a look, at the least you'll probably read something that will make you chuckle.

"Stroller duel, seats two, like new." 

I'm so there. 

xo