Practicing My Lines

Practicing My Lines

 

peonies in bloom

It was a Mother’s Day of epic proportions.

I got coffee and a People magazine with a picture of Prince Harry on the front cover.

And fancy earrings that sparkled when I laughed.

People cleaned their rooms and smiled at me all day and mowed the lawn and went to the grocery store without complaining and helped me pick out Gatorades and wrote me notes that said things like “thank you for giving me pep talks every single day and thanks for decorating the room I’m currently sitting in” and “thanks for Taylor Swift car concert sessions and giving me ‘just because’ hugs.”

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One Of the Most Brilliant Decisions I’ve Ever Made

One Of the Most Brilliant Decisions I’ve Ever Made

 
laundry room

About four years ago I made a brilliant decision.

Brilliant.

Amazingly, wonderfully, incredibly brilliant.

One of those decisions where you’re not really sure how or why you made it or even what inspired you, but you pat yourself on the back every day that you did.

A decision that literally changed the course of my life and added hours to my day and made me want to write a book to tell others about it and put it on a billboard surrounded by twinkling lights and take out an ad on page two of the New York Times.

The decision?

Teaching my children to do their own laundry.Continue reading


The Mane Event

The Mane Event

 
Gatehouse Office

I spent the week organizing the office at the gatehouse and sitting through middle school cheer try-outs.

I watched and encouraged and got water bottles and found the perfect headband and helped with the motions and listened.

Listening was the hardest part.

Especially when she tells you that part of her wants to stand-up and shout the cheer from the roof-top and make sure the motions are sharp and wear a cute headband and try her back handspring even if she needs a spotter and part of her wants to stop and not even try and not worry about making it and just cheer from the stands.

Trying out for something you really, really want can be really scary.

I get it.

And so I listened.

Because I understand more than she will ever know.

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Lost and Found

Lost and Found

 
farmhouse look

I love red lipstick, but I’m not really that into make-up.

Does that even make sense to you?

Here’s why.  This is my typical make-up experience:

See cool new product or watch beautiful model with long wavy hair on commercial or see amazing transformation on Facebook.

Decide I want to be transformed, too.

Buy product.

Realize product doesn’t really make me look like the pictures.

Decide I need long wavy hair.

Apply red lipstick to make myself feel better.

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The Book That Turned Over a New Leaf

The Book That Turned Over a New Leaf

 
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I got a fit bit yesterday.

I know. I get it.  I can literally hear you saying to me, “Welcome to 2016.

The twins wanted to race me and I explained to them to just hand the award to me now because I run circles around them.  Today is my first day and I  already walked 1200 steps before I had my first cup of coffee.

My challenge isn’t stepping.  It’s slowing down and looking and thinking and making wise decisions before I take a step.

Need an illustration?

Oh good.

I was hoping you’d say that.

Once again, here’s a story about turning over a new leaf.

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How About Them Apples?

How About Them Apples?

 
farmhouse kitchen organization

The other day I posted pictures of my kitchen.

The sun was shining and I got a new lens and I wanted to tell a story about freshy decorating, so I just picked up the camera and started snapping away.

I think I straightened a few things and folded the towels and did the dishes, but I didn’t really change much before I took these pictures.

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The Day the Spoons Got Freshy

The Day the Spoons Got Freshy

 
farmhouse kitchen apples

When you write a blog and you style your kitchen with apples and random metal trays and there are wire cloches and stacks of plates and bird’s nests everywhere, it can be a little overwhelming sometimes.

I get it.

I understand.

The plates used to be in one place and now they are in a basket.  You reach for a cutting board and discover it has four new friends.  There are leather sleeves on the mason jars and the measuring cups are having a getting-ready-to-bake convention half-way across the room.

My husband has a name for this.

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True Love and Blueberry Pancakes

True Love and Blueberry Pancakes

 
Pancake

(not the pancakes of the story)

Yesterday I made pancakes.

I know.  For some people that’s like saying they put on their shoes or brushed their hair or woke up in the morning.

Simple. Easy. Even effortless.

I get it.  I understand.  It’s like that now for me, too.  I love making pancakes and stacking them with strawberries and butter.

But not so long ago it was a completely different tale.

And so in honor of Valentine’s Day.

Here, once again, is the rest of my pancake story. :)

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