Sewing Skirts

I bet that wasn't what you were expecting.

Since we moved in to our new little house, I've been ticking of tasks from my "To Do House" list. Yesterday I checked off the last item on the list (until I add another). Until then, when you walked into our bathroom you caught a nice glimpse of the toilet brush and the oh-so-classy walgreens plunger. It's a tiny bathroom, with only a small pedestal sink to stash things under.

So...

I made it a skirt.

The first of many to be sewn in the coming months, I'm sure.

Photo Take Over

I got it in my mind to do a photo collage on our living room wall.

I went through all the framed photos I had on hand, and lo and behold, my beloved second born was criminally underrepresented.

Criminally.

So, I scoured my photo files. There were way too many good ones, what with the adorable children and the new fancy camera.

So, 90 prints of various sizes,

coupla hundred bucks in new frames,

and about a blue million little metal frame tabs later...


Too much?

Gazing into the future...

Happy New Year everybody! Festivities around here were pretty low key. We celebrated a Very Kiddo New Year at a friend's house. The kiddos rang in the New Year with a count down, cider toasts, hugs and kisses and youtube fireworks around 6:00 p.m. - which is just about my speed these days. It was really delightful to watch them process the whole idea and to celebrate with cheerses and embraces. Boogie is now obsessed with cheersing.




Another current favorite activity is looking out, slobbering on, and making hand prints on the big picture window in our new living room. It's our main hang out spot and I can't help snapping photos of them there because they look so hopeful and dreamy.



So, I hope the dawning of 2011 has you staring hopefully out your window, dreaming of exciting possibilities, achievable goals, happy surprises and peaceful moments. Happy New Year!

Movin' on Up.

I think for the time being I'm going to see how far I can get on posts with cliche titles which contain abbreviated gerunds. They're serving me well.


Well lovelies...we're in. We're all moved into the sweet little house Dizzy calls California. And for only being two sleeps in, we're surprisingly settled. We all have beds. The dishes are in their cabinets. We brought home our Christmas tree today. Joy of joys.

Our population has increased by one lovely soul. My mama, Yaya, arrived on moving day and has been a Godsend, entertaining babies, cooking, schlepping, and donning all manner of hats, as seen above. The boys think she hung the moon. But she's short like me, so that would've been a feat.


The whole moving operation was miraculous. We had a constantly revolving crew of amazing volunteers who moved stuff down three flights of stairs to the new place, and then emptied our storage unit. Bless their hearts.

Much of what was in storage was remnants from my potter life, which I now miss even more. When I saw my wheel I nearly buckled. But now it's in my house, as are about 15 50-lb. boxes of clay (see what I mean about blessing their hearts!?). Eventually I might just sneak down in the night and get my potter on, but for now it's good enough just to know it's there and periodically go down and smell the dust.

I also got to unload lots of yummy pots that had to be stored. One box is actually labeled: "All my favorite pots I had to put in storage :( (sad face)." I haven't opened that one yet. I want to wait until all the clutter is gone so I can savor finding each piece it's rightful place.


The boys seem right at home. There's an embarrassment of space from their perspective. They each have a room with a closet, two windows and lots of play space. That's a serious upgrade from student housing, believe you me. They love all the nooks and crannies of an older house. They love LOVE going downstairs to Yaya's, who brought treasures from the beach like plastic crabs, seashells and bona fide beach sand.



Next we look forward to decorating our Christmas tree, finally! It's home and lighted and the fella's taking the afternoon off today for decorating. Speaking of my beloved, his birthday is upon us. Literally the first item to be put in it's place was the Happy Birthday Daddy banner. And rightly so. Happy Birthday my love. And welcome home.

Keep on Truckin'

Dizzy's favorite part of moving...

I could just eat that boy up...ears and all.