Sunday, March 30, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
i found and refinished a darling 4' clawfoot tub when we first purchased our house 4 years ago, it had always been a dream of mine to have one and this small-scale guy fit perfectly into our first-floor bathroom. unfortunately, the bathroom needed a lot of work but my husband (the carpenter, who i must defer to in these matters) refused to redo the bathroom until the kitchen remodel was accomplished. this past summer i finally got my kitchen (which i love, love, love) and we moved on to the bathroom that got new walls, new vanity, new sink, new shower, new toilet, new shelving, you get it, right? right. NO NEW PLUMBING. i have been asking for this tub to be plumbed in for every birthday, anniversary and holiday for the past four years and up until my husband( who is wary of me at best lately) finally broke last week and called a plumber for an appraisal, i honestly felt that i would have lived in the kitchen as it was and made do with the bathroom the way it was just to have that freaking tub. so i'll bet you think this is a story about my sweet little tub and how they plumbed her right in and we lived in happily-ever -after clawfooted bliss? you would be wrong, but thanks for the nice thoughts. the plumbing is still not installed, but will did have the plumber come to give us an estimate.
and that, my friends, is not called "plumber's butt" for nothing. my kids nearly died when i took these pictures, but how could i not?
one antique clawfoot tub: $55, one contractor estimate :$25, tilting the camera at a precarious angle while your estranged husband makes throat-slitting motions all in the name of getting a good shot of a real plumber crack? PRICELESS.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
and he was right. you aint never had a snuggle 'till you've snuggled puff (the magic dragon, of course).
Monday, March 17, 2008
i think as a parent we tend to think of our children first, always. being a stay-home mom, my kids are my life. i live, sleep and breathe home. it is what i do. i create safety, comfort and beauty to nurture this family in. i felt that by separating from my husband i would be shattering all i, all we had struggled so hard to create. what is a homemaker without a home?
i have slowly come to realize, though not yet fully and not without struggle, that home still can be all the things i strive to create, only... different. it has been hard. i am working daily on myself, struggling to keep my head up some days and full of hope others. i am so lucky to have such a great family close by and a wonderful circle of friends.
the hardest part in all of this has been the change in routine. especially in a large family like ours we all seem to fall into roles and the days take certain shape again and again. for us there was always the one that got up with the older kids for school, and the other would tend to the baby so everyone was fed and on time. mornings have become a struggle now. one child with disabilities needing total guidance some mornings, one pre-teen waiting for the bathroom, one kindergartner needing breakfast and bags packed and dragon toys for naptime and snacks for circle time and a baby needing well, what babies need. everything. all of them needing so much and so little to go around. dinnertime has always been family time and i have tried my damndest to keep it that way. maybe some nights we have breakfast for dinner or even make your own sandwich night while olivia claws at my leg and screams to be held or nursed, but we do it. we will do it.
the nights my husband comes to have dinner with the kids have become salvation for me. i take a project and shove it in my bag and head over to my parent's house where we have a QUIET supper and relax a bit afterward. i felt guilty, initially, about these quiet evenings away from home, but then grew to knew without them i'd surely burn out. i am so grateful for the support and quiet refuge my parent's house offers both my kids and i.
(view out the back door over the river @ my parent's)
sunday night is spaghetti night, it has been since i was a child. when my husband and i first met he was introduced to my parents over spaghetti. he proposed to me while i was cooking spaghetti in the kitchen of our first home. so many stories have been shared, so many lessons woven into the fabric of our family and so many memories made over a table smelling deliciously of cornbread, salad, and spaghetti, always the same sauce from the moosewood cookbook staining the lips and fingers of first two, then three, now four children. even my husband comes sometimes.
the draw of the familiarity and warmth these traditions offer in any family is hard to deny. i know my husband feels it still. sometimes over our plates i can look at him and remember without hurting, surrounded by love and children and food and smiles and slurping, that these are the things that bind us together always.
life is changing for us all and i'm certain that many traditions will be tweaked and altered and our hearts will bend and break a bit while we struggle to find our way through this mess, but there is one thing i know for certain...
sunday night is spaghetti night, and everyone who's anyone will be there.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
recently, the owner came up with the idea to do some boy and girl items with a lobster theme (maine, summer, tourists, you get the gist). i have to admit, being quite the "un-themey" gal, i was hesitant. the last thing i wanted to do for her or for me was to create something "touristy" or cheesy. after drafting a few designs and using a pattern that i got at goodwill for $0.29 and tweaked, we came up w/ these...
for the lassies:
linen exterior/ cotton interior
and for the laddies:
linen exterior/ cotton interior
what do you think? i made 12 in total and am really happy w/ the finished product. the pants are fully reversible and i devised a little loop closure for the cuff to hold 'em up. the appliques all vary, too and i made the smocks double-button adjustable so that they have even more growing room.
i've been making these smocks for olive since she was a wee one (because now she's all grown up at 15 months) and i love them because in the summer w/ cloth diaper or bloomers they are a great shortie dress and in the colder months they are a great smock dress over shirt and pants. my daughter loved them so i made one for her, she's 10 and also for some other older kiddos ages 2 and 3.
whew! now on to the next project...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
my olive (really "olivia" but nicknamed this by my son because i soooo craved green olives during my pregnancy) has been the mannequinn and inspiration for many a clothing creation. i love kid's clothing and feel so inspired by vintage styles and patterns. i love that i can whip up and outfit in an hour due to the small scale.
those of you who know me know that i am not a fan of delayed gratification. good things come to those who wait? why wait. now now now, i say.
so.... yesterday an idea
and a bit of pattern-making
a few hours, some green linen, black and white polka dot fabric and more naughty words than i care to admit to later we have this(front view)
so, whaddya think? i could'nt get the model to show it off, she was napping, but you bet your bippy she looks DAMN CUTE in it.
connor came along when taylor was about 3 1/2, and he is everything taylor finds disturbing in this world. he lives life like he's in a mosh pit at a rock show, the more noise and chaos the better (i know i've mentioned his red hair and freckles). connor makes up songs and rhymes and talks goofy nonsense nonstop. he'd rather be hammering something together than quietly reading, like taylor.
they just don't get each other.
it's hard as a parent to find that happy medium when you have kids that are different in age and personality type. it is almost impossible to find common ground between the two, which can be heartbreaking as a mom. i have to let this go and let them be themselves. i tell myself that there are many different personalities out there, and they're each going to have to find a way to deal with that.
but there is a strange freezing/thawing phenomenon that takes place a few times a winter on a large area on our acreage. it creates an ice arena just perfect for kids with no water underneath for mom to fret over (ocd,ocd,ocd). when the planets align we get this:
and loads of this:
and maybe, just maybe, if the spirit moves them...
ah, the mysteries of brotherhood revealed. one part red hair and freckles, one part pint-sized genius, add sun, ice and skates and mix well. enjoy!