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We moved from a big city to a small town into a 150 year old house in need of sooo much work. I spend a lot of time nesting and spent a lot of time at home with small people. I don’t just decorate, I live artfully, I love to cook and eat and , sometimes I like gardening with its share of mishaps and metaphors. My home is where I show my family, friends, and myself love.
Good and happy news is always in need of sharing. Sharing closes the circle to our friendship with others and with ourselves. On Instagram yesterday, I noticed that someone had put a post of mine up in her story. Seems she really likes my idea for my 100-day project where I choose to throw out…
I am working my way back into my life after returning from a vacation in Ireland with my son. The last post I wrote here on the blog was right before we left titled My Return to Ireland. We’ve been home for almost three weeks, and I feel differently on my return. At first, I…
I have been emerging back into my life as I fight to be needed less by others. I fight more to show up for myself where I am needed which currently involves time in my craftroom. The craftroom being an analogy for my creative life. I believe this withdrawal into myself is the product of…
Inspiration hit me this week when I put myself to a task I feel is always over my head, held there by me. But it’s also literally above my head in my third-floor attic, the chaos of all chaoses. As I started to move about and clear the pathways from my life’s stranded moments, I…
I was walking through the house doing some catch up chores like spot cleaning rugs and cleaning cupboard doors and suddenly I blurted out, “I want my life back”. Because for the last almost two months, my time and efforts have been usurped by the chaos of my mother’s crumbling life. I tried in vain…
There’s not a lot of room for me right now with Mom’s temporary stay. I have accepted that. I am the caretaker. This is my current job. I remember this lack of me time from when the children were babies. But I knew I would eventually put them to bed. That isn’t the case here….
Life has layers. Especially if you are a caretaker and a homekeeper. And within this web of work, there is a priority hierarchy. In my head, there are tasks that take precedence and others that can wait. And as I’ve become more and more busy with the moving in of my mother, I have bogged…
I finally vanquished the constant chatter of fear in my head, and now I seem to be able to get more done. I show up wherever I think I need to and do what needs doing, often without listing it on a to do list. Yesterday I cleaned out the downstairs closet in need of…
As I began my 28 days come what May project this past Spring, I thumbed through all my recipes ripped from Cooking Light magazines. I picked out the ones that had some appeal and then filled in my grocery list with their ingredients. There was ground chicken and farro, baby bok choy and chayote squash….
These past couple of pandemic years have made me irreversibly aware of how much of what I, and many many women, do which goes unnoticed. We and much of our efforts are taken for granted. If the people we look to for validation don’t value us, we don’t consider who we are and what we…
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