This pink apron was made from two abandoned projects and an unpopular dress, in basically the same way that I’ve made other aprons. My favorite part: The sheer, sequined fabric on the bottom. It lay forgotten in my stash for just about forever. The apron could work as a skirt, if I wore skirts that short (which I don’t, unless I’m going swimming), because I made it wrap rather than tie in the back. Covering up my mistake of making it too big to tie snug. [continue reading…]
“Narrative” in this context is a fairly new concept to me. I knew what the word meant, I just didn’t realize my family had one. And I sometimes forget even that I have one, my very own, my personal narrative. (My personal narrative is how I explain myself to myself, using a story. Which leads me to a tangent…) [continue reading…]
Late last week, Spring blew kisses full of promise on the breeze. My family (actually, the whole neighborhood) was euphoric as more and more signs of spring emerged (like the lush green new willow leaves, and blossoming fruit trees). My brother Daniel stopped by, and Frank and I took him to Temple Square in Salt Lake…where somewhere around ten acres of gardens are in full bloom. Stunning. Frank took pictures of the temple. I took pictures of the blossoms, and people (there was a lot of wedding partying going on). And Daniel was delightful company. I’ll introduce you to him on Saturday. [continue reading…]
You may remember the pretty pink peter pan peplum project I posted last week. (By “project”, I mean blouse…saying project makes me sound efficient, clever, and capable). I’m thinking the only possible way you wouldn’t remember my delightful peter pan peplum project/blouse is if you weren’t here. Which is unfortunate, but you’re here now. Let’s enjoy the now. [continue reading…]
The following literary attempt–a poem (“Found”)– is my response to my sister Leah’s “Of Heroes and Underwear”. Though I wrote it about seven years ago (seven is such a magical number), I’m still playing with the ending; it is a today poem for me. What is it about endings? Why are they so evasive? Anyway. Seven years ago, my youngest (of five) was still a nursing babe, and my husband was traveling for work (a lot; roughly 70% of his–and my–living, breathing hours). We lived in the country on more than three and a half acres; upon which I (dreaming big) had planted a small field of lavender and an even smaller orchard; the weeds were constantly encroaching. My dreams were fading. But the loneliest times were the bedtime ones…tucking my kids and baby and myself in. I felt…well, beyond lonely. Cold. Unseen, unknown, anonymous.
And sometimes, unimportant. [continue reading…]
Tabetha at “The Closet Intellectual” nominated me and four others for the Liebster Award. Hooray! Thank you Tabetha! The Liebster Award is passed on by those who are awarded it, sort of like a hot potato, or good news, or button button who’s got the button (seriously…one of the perks of getting the Liebster Award is that you get a digital button). Speaking of buttons, consider clicking “The Closet Intellectual” button on my sidebar and beam over to Tabetha’s blog. Her blog voice is relaxed, smart, approachable, and often funny…plus, she posts do-able crafts, awesome web links (anything from obscure movies to vintage music and funky art) and often on Fridays she does a fashion post. [continue reading…]
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