Showing posts with label Emotional Outburst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotional Outburst. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Hmmmm....

Just when you think you have it all figured out....


I know I pretty much threw up over all y'all with that last post, but apparently I had some things that needed getting off my chest.  I think at the time I was going through the process of letting go of what I thought Pretty Jane was meant to be--but I had no real idea what Pretty Jane was becoming.  It might've come off as grumpy and bitter and for that, I'm super sorry.

Here's the funny part, though: this past weekend, I took part in the Inman Park Festival, one of the biggest annual street markets here in Atlanta.  I was there under the Pretty Jane name, but had designed my booth to really promote Whipstitch, since the last few months that's where my energy has been going and it was where I saw myself moving professionally.  I took about four dozen Pretty Jane pieces with me--the same styles I've taken before, but a pared down selection.  The Lily reversible jumper, the Abigail pinafore, the Jacob western-style boys' shirt.  Some of those hand-dyed knits I showed you a few weeks ago.  And guess what?

I sold them.  I sold those puppies like crazy.  I think I expected to go and have folks really interested in the fabric and the classes (which they were) and largely ignore the clothing, almost as though my designs were a prop to promote everything else.  But that's not what happened at all.

I've been telling my husband for months that the reason I do all three--design, teach, sell fabric--is because they feed one another and build off one another.  I guess part of me kept thinking I was exaggerating that a bit, and that I'd come to a point where it was no longer true.  I got my feelings all hurt by someone else's bad behavior and was feeling pretty down about my abilities and vision as a designer.  This past weekend really changed that for me, and made me more aware of the true interconnectedness of all the things I do--which was such a joyous, joyous discovery.  I hated the thought that any one of my teeny triumverate would have to give way to allow the others to grow.

Pretty Jane will live on--I'm reconfiguring the website to move my few remaining pieces over to the Pretty Jane Etsy shop (the shop I set up ages ago and never listed in), and hope to see the same level of excitement and acceptance there that I did in my little booth this past weekend.  If you were one of the lovely people who came by and smiled and said nice words and bought a jumper or a shirt, thank you!  You can't know how good your compliments and enthusiasm were for my soul.

Soon: photos of the booth, featuring all the yummy designs from this spring, and images of up-and-coming Etsy deliciousness, debuting over the next few weeks!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Finding Myself

As I regroup, I came upon this quiz (via PlayIsTheThing) and figured it was worth a go. I wonder if I was unduly influenced by the fact that I adore the Emma Thompson version of Sense and Sensibility far beyond good measure? In my defense, as a former teacher of Literature, I'm kinda required to love Jane Austen, even if I do prefer Jane Eyre (still the funniest book I've ever read).

I am Elinor Dashwood!


Take the Quiz here!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Where Have You Been, Pretty Jane?

Away. Busy. Overwhelmed. Changing directions. Moping, occasionally.

I've been going through A Thing.

On the one hand, I've been starting a new venture--have I mentioned Whipstitch yet, my baby, my passion? It's really taking off and becoming so much more than I ever, ever thought it could be. I mostly blog about it separately rather than here, but there are a lot--A LOT--of gray areas, and sometimes I want to bring the overflow of all that excitement to this venue more. I'm sorry I haven't done that.

On the other hand, Pretty Jane has been doing some...well, not really growing. UNgrowing? Is that a real thing? And I didn't want to write about it--still don't really, so forgive me if I'm abstract and oblique when it comes to details today. Perhaps I'll feel more like elaborating as time goes by.

As Whipstitch grows, I've had to do a lot of hard thinking about what Pretty Jane IS. Ironic, no? When I've been building up and building up with posts and previews and giveaways of the spring line. I've said since the beginning of this company that I didn't really believe that Pretty Jane, as a company, was what my life holds for me--but with equal utter certainty, that Pretty Jane would lead in a very direct way TO what my life holds for me. The success and excitement and anticipation and satisfaction that I am currently seeing with Whipstitch leads me to see the truth in that vision, and to be very, very grateful for it. It also necessitates some changes of structure.

I wrote earlier this year that I was scaling back on Pretty Jane, planning to sew every piece myself again, that I'd had enough of playing Sisyphus and trying to push that boulder up the hill. My plan was to reduce my scale and focus more on my family. As soon as I began to do that, Whipstitch moved in as an entity with its own motivation, and has shown me what needs to be done next. That has been nothing short of a revelation for me, and I am so, so grateful.

To cement that, there have been bad experiences. There has been a lot of hurt. Reading a post over on Kelly Rae's blog today really drove that home for me. She alludes to a lot of the behavior that has led me to want to walk away from Pretty Jane altogether, the kind of insecurity and dishonesty that seems to come out with fangs bared when the economy gets bad and suddenly people feel threatened. Hypocrisy shows up then, too. I want very badly for my work, especially the creative part of me that is Pretty Jane, to be about so much more than just the stuff I make. I want it to reflect who I am and what I stand for and what matters most in this world.

It's been hard to feel passionate about Pretty Jane at a time when I feel a little defensive. But here is what I've learned, and where I stand: I love designing, and I know the things I make are good. I know that imitation is constant and relentless in this field--in any field. I also know that often inspiration and imitation are difficult to distinguish, and that it is possible for two individuals to have markedly similar ideas with no contact between them.  It saddens me to see so many people who could so easily work together and learn and benefit from one another work AGAINST each other and struggle needlessly. I feel a little ill when one individual accuses another of stealing an idea or a design or a concept and then turns right around and does the exact same thing.  Consistency is a reflection of one's ideals, and inconsistency is a reflection of a lack of character.  It makes me sad to see so much insecurity, so many people marking out territory in what is, essentially, unimportant--yes, I know that there are designers whose livelihood depends on the income from their design work, but I also know that none of this matters as much as our families and our friends and our spirits and our hearts. I will sacrifice none of those things in order to get ahead, and I will not go to the mat to fight over who invented what and who got there first.  You want it? Take it. I'll just go make something better.

I suppose this sounds as though I disagree with what Kelly said; in fact, I don't. I feel very strongly that each person who designs and innovates should get full credit for what they do and what they create. I also feel that duplication is a part of the free market, and as such, is the price each of us pays for putting our ideas out there. Kelly gives excellent guidelines for a personal set of checks-and-balances to determine if you, in your heart, feel that you have appropriated someone else's ideas prior to selling them for profit; I urge you to read what she has to say.  It allowed me to work through some of the lingering ickiness I've been feeling, so that I can let it go and make a constructive new start.

One of the things I love most about Whipstitch is that it gives me the opportunity to sing the praises of other creators and designers. I've always felt a little hesitant to link to other sewers (and children's designers, especially) on this blog because I know that some of them DON'T want their work to be associated with any other designer--a concept I find deeply foreign and so confusing. I'm thrilled to talk about and talk up and revel in the ideas of others, and I feel so liberated to do that through Whipstitch.

And so, having digested all that, Pretty Jane has begun to tell ME what needs to come next. I'm leaving the boutique in which I've been a member for over two years, and am no longer taking custom orders. As of May 1, Pretty Jane will be Etsy-only, and I feel so, so good about that decision. No more pressure to produce volume--did I ever mention that manufacturing has always been the bane of my existance?? I love design, but manufacturing is HARD! No more pressure to try to outsmart the consumer and predict what they'll want--I just get to make what I like, and if others like it, too, well that's one more reason to greet the day with gratitude.

I hope none of this comes across sounding anything other than jubilant. I'm so thankful for everything Pretty Jane has offered me these last two years, and have learned so much. A lot about who I am and who I want to be. A lot about how to run a business and how to treat people, both of which feed directly into Whipstitch and are allowing me to experience the true happiness I am finding there.  Even the bad stuff has been good, really.  It has forced me to take a long look at my own motives and see if I measure up to the standards I set for others, a practice I think few of us do often enough.

I'm not leaving this blog. Just FYI. But it's becoming more personal in nature, more about me and my family and less about Pretty Jane. Pretty Jane has always been me, anyway, that part of me that wants to run and play. How sad that the last year or so I've felt like she was getting too rambunctious and needed to be told to settle down! Time to let her out again--thanks to all of you who've been so kind, you've been the balance to the mean voices, the insecure competitors who have taken the fun out of the game. I'm taking my toys and heading back to the Big Sandbox, and I hope to meet your smiling faces there for a long time to come!

The sun has already begun to shine, and shine bright, over at Whipstitch.  It's headed back over here, too.  See you soon, with my smile on...

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Convo with my Husband

Him: Do you even blog anymore?


Me (snippily):  YES, as a matter of fact, I DO.

Him:  Really?

Me (saucier):  YES!

Him:  Um, when?

Me:  When you're not looking.

Him:

Me:  I'm a busy woman! I can't be expected to blog every day.

Him:  How about ANY day?

Me:

Him:  Love you.

Me:

Me (grudgingly):  Love you, too.

(He turns his back)

(I stick out my tongue)

Him:  I can see you in the mirror.  You know that, right?

Me:  I don't have any idea what you're talking about.  I have to go blog now.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Hey! I'm a Wreck!


Check out this article about the discovery of the Pretty Jane off the Australian coast.

And like, I'm a trained archaeologist who always wanted to do underwater work on shipwrecks, ever since my grandfather took us snorkeling among them as kids. Plus, I'm totally of Scottish descent, and I've always wanted to go to Australia! Is this some kind of sign?? Or am I just really, really overworked and thinking crazy-making thoughts?

Friday, January 9, 2009

Have you clicked yet?

I won't say "voted," since I still have some PTSD from the last election. And since the Blog Awards are hogging all the "voting."

But please take a sec, if you haven't already, to hop on over and vote in favor of changes to the CPSIA. Use that little icon to the right, the one that says, "Save Handmade Toys in the US." Help us all out.

I'm not freakin' over this the way I was at first, partly because I am fortunate enough to be somewhat diversified, but I AM freakin' as a mommy and an independent spirit who places insanely high value on CHOICE. Let's be certain this issue is one that faces the incoming administration ASAP so we can make the language in this law clear and logical, and use the law to do what it was intended to do--punish the manufacturers who betrayed our trust in the last year with faulty products that endangered our children--and NOT punish those it was never intended to punish--teeny tiny manufacturers like me and piles of others on Etsy and elsewhere who have ALWAYS made safe, handmade, non-toxic, charming, heirloom products for children.

Thanks, y'all.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Goal Setting

I have one major goal for Pretty Jane in 2009:




It comes with a bit of a story behind it. In 2008, I hired some sewing ladies to work for me, in order to increase supply to meet demand, and hopefully grow my business. They were amazing, and one especially taught me a lot about what I want and don't want in the products that I create and put out for sale. They weren't cheap, though. Yes, I increased my supply. Yes, I was able to meet greater demand. I was also more anxious about meeting deadlines and spending a great deal to have these women stitch items that I still had to design, cut out, ship, market, and sell. I was saving time sewing, for sure, but that's part of the fun of doing what I do! My profit margin was shrinking alarmingly and the hours I was investing were actually GROWING.

I started my company because I love my family, and I want to make them my very top priority. I want to have time to be with my husband, in our home and on vacations; I want to be the one caring for all our children, day-to-day; I want to cook our meals and clean and clothe; I want Family Movie Night every Friday and Lazy Day on Sundays; I want all of ussitting down to supper cooked from scratch each night and able to have real conversations with one another. I liked the idea of growing my business, having success and making a little more money for us, but the cost was higher than I anticipated, and the anxiety it was producing was taking away from what I most want: my home and family as #1.

Fortunately, I have no business debt, and paid these women cash. Through Beehive's Warehouse Sale I was able to clear out my unsold inventory and am able to look at 2009 as a new year to determine how I want to structure my business operations. And the decision was easy: in 2009, I won't be using any sewers. I'm going back to my original business model, in which I stitch every individual garment by hand myself. Yes, there will be fewer items. Yes, it means more sewing for me. But the results will be exactly what I expect, there will be substantially less anxiety since I'll be only my boss again (and not anyone else's), and I can stay focused on what matters most. Besides, with things going well at my fabric shop, and teaching two or three classes a week at Beehive while the kids are asleep, scaling back a little will allow me to continue to design while balancing all the other things I have in my life--personal AND professional.

So, the Three. My major goal for Pretty Jane this year is to maintain my production rate at three garments per day, on average. Some days will necessarily be devoted to design, others to R & D, others to cutting, and only some exclusively to stitching. But on the whole, I hope to average 3 garments per day over the course of each week. I'm aiming for now through April as the major test of the system, since the Inman Park Festival is in late April and I'm hoping to display solo there for the first year.

I'm keeping it right above my workspace to keep me focused--so I won't spend all my time checking email and drafting blog posts!

Happy New Year, everyone!

**The sign is made from an Ikea cork board, a fat quarter of Robert Kaufman's Iota's Garden vegetable print, two scraps of quilting fabric, and some WonderUnder. Took maybe 25 minutes total to put together, and will be repurposed at M's #3 birthday next summer. Not bad for a spur-of-the-moment creation!

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

35 Before 35

A number of other bloggers have composed lists of Things to Do Before One Turns 35. As my 35th will come in September of the dawning year, now's as good a time as any to make MY list and then endeavor to complete it in the next nine months. Lofty ambitions, to be sure.

Again, these aren't resolutions--we all know how I feel about those. These are GOALS for my 35th year of life. Hold me to 'em, folks!

My list:

1.  Organize the master closet--oh, the shame!

2.  Get back into my size 4 pants I bought a month before I got pregnant this last time--the tiniest size I've ever worn, and it only lasted a few weeks!

3.  Make some clothes for MYSELF.

4.  Display Pretty Jane in a solo booth at the Inman Park Festival.

5.  Set up my bookkeeping the way it OUGHT to be lest the I R S come knocking and find shoeboxes of receipts.

6.  Publish an eBook.

7.  Complete 500 sales in my Etsy shop.

8.  Take a great vacation with my husband--again.

9.  Repair the leak under our kitchen sink that has been making me insane for five months.

10.  Send my sister the most amazing gift package she has ever received, to make up for the fact that I am a crappy, crappy gift-giver and she is the greatest.

11.  Teach my 100th student in my sewing classes at Beehive.

12.  Have my little company featured prominently on some really famous blog.

13.  Lose the extra 14 pounds I'm still carrying around since our baby was born.

14.  See our eldest perform in her first school play.

15.  Buy a minivan.  Say what you will, I've embraced the minivan.

16.  Design one really great tween dress.

17.  Cut back on sugar--I think it makes me ornery when I have too much!

18.  Get back to running--I'm so out of practice that thinking about running makes me short of breath.

19.  Give myself permission to relax each night with a novel for a few minutes.  It's my way of sharpening the saw, but it feels so indulgent that it must be wrong, right?

20.  Have a weekly date with our oldest so she won't enter her angst-ridden teen years thinking her mother has forgotten her.

21.  Print out the best of our digital photos and create an album to display in our living room.

22.  Begin some sort of really cool summer tradition for our family--everyone has holiday traditions, but we can do better.  Suggestions graciously accepted.

23.  Incorporate my business, and admit to myself that I am an Entrepeneur--well, Momtrepeneur.

24.  Get business letterhead. And matching envelopes.  Oooh, yum!

25.  Always shop Etsy first when gift-giving opportunities present themselves.

26.  Take my vitamin EVERY DAY, and not just when I remember to.

27.  Have an ENORMOUS yard sale and finally, finally win the war against the Garage That Ate Atlanta.

28.  Drink more water.

29.  Have the ring my parents bought me as a 30th birthday gift reset so that I'll actually wear it.

30.  Call my grandmothers, while I still have them.

31.  Visit my sister before she has her second baby.

32.  Keep the flowers in the terra cotta pots on our front steps alive, so that for one summer, just one, my husband won't "tsk" me all season long.

33.  Publish a series of sewing patterns, available for download.

34.  Convince my husband that another baby is a GOOD idea.  And SOON.

35.  Chill out, for heaven's sake, and realize that my life is so far beyond my expectations that even if I accomplish NONE of these things I am blessed beyond all measure.


OK, only nine months to go!  Keep me honest, everyone.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Bronchiolitis

It's what's at our house.


Ick.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Dear Eden,

I am a cheater.  If you are reading this, Eden, it's because you've randomly drawn my name as a winner in NaBloPoMo.  And I have posted this to let you know that I cheated.

I did publish a post for every day in November, it's true.  Some of them are really, really good, too--I sure hope you'll take the time to sift through and read some of them.  I have been a very busy girl.

But see, here's the thing.  I didn't publish a post ON every day in November.  I planned them out, I even outlined some of them, but sometimes I didn't have a photo, sometimes I just didn't get a project done, sometimes life got in the way. I posted a number of them AFTER the date. Which, now that I think of it, means some of my readers may have missed a post or two. Hi, guys! Sorry 'bout that, and all.

I know we're on the honor system, and that it would be easy to just allow you to believe that I did all the work and whee! take the prize.  But I would always always know, and it would haunt me the rest of my days. Haunt. Me.

So, I confess!  Please visit for a bit, but give that prize to someone more deserving/less honest than I.

Thanks,
Pretty Jane

P.S.  I cheated at NaNoWriMo, too.  Well, sorta.  I wrote all those words I said I wrote, every single one--I swear!--but they were non-fiction.  And it was, after all, supposed to be a novel.  I guess November just wasn't my month for following the letter of the law.

Is there a Loser's Prize for "Spirit of the Law"?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 7: The Future

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...

A Week of Gratitude, Day 7: The Future



Capping off this week of looking at all that I have to be thankful for, I realize that much of it has focused on what I have now or have had in the past, and very little has focused on looking forward to the future. That, in itself, is a gift, since none of us knows what our future will be and so many we never think about have no ability to even comprehend what it is to dream or to plan or to look ahead with hope.

The whole idea that I can sit and write on my blog about my husband and kids and business is so fantastical to me. The faith embodied in those things, the attitude that this is the norm and to be expected... I want to remember to be humbled by it, to be overwhelmed and awed by how much I have. I want to remember that looking ahead is a gift all its own.

My Sweet Husband and I are debating whether we'll add more children to our family. If money grew on trees, there would be no debate, and I suspect both of us would be thrilled to have at least a couple more. But money does not, and so we are hesitant. And as we go back and forth over whether it's wise to have more children, I rarely think about what a luxury it is to even consider that, to have a choice, to have that option.

One more thing to be grateful for: all the intangible gifts we have that allow us to dream and plan and hope for the future, all the things we forget to say "Thank You" over, and simply take for granted because they are such a part of the fabric of our existence. I'll come home and head back into the studio on Monday, and I'll think, "What do I want to make today?" At that moment, I want to remember, and be thankful.

Friday, November 28, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 6: Free and Easy

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...


A Week of Gratitude, Day 6: Free and Easy


Driving the hundreds of miles from my mom's to our house gives me plenty of time to daydream and stare out the window. This year, I'll be thinking about how lucky we are to have the freedom to do as we please, to travel from one home to another, to celebrate the early days of our nation and those dedicated Pilgrims, who despite having brazenly stolen the grain that kept them fed that first winter were no doubt focused and persevering.

That will inevitably lead to thoughts of other travels, like our long-postponed honeymoon trip to Hawaii and Europe, and how seeing things even for the second or third time is seeing them through new eyes when you share them with the people you love. Hawaii was brand-new when seen with my husband, who had never participated in any type of ocean watersport before--anathema to the ears of this beach baby, and I delighted in taking him ocean snorkeling for the first time and seeing his excitement at all the fishies.

Neither of us had been to Paris or to Spain, and exploring those places together was joyful, not least because finding a travel partner whose temperament and personality complement your own is a monumental task, and ours mesh fantastically.

All this freedom, all these memories. We'll talk about them this weekend, I'm sure, telling stories to our family from our adventures. And I'll be reminded for the 1,278th time just how much I have to be grateful for.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 5: Traditions

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...

A Week of Gratitude, Day 5: Traditions

I have spent most of the Thanksgivings in my adult life at my mother's house. She makes the turkey just right, and always has the sides I love. She has an itinerary, but also a aura of ease that makes it natural to relax and let worry leave you. I like that I can sit still and not feel like I need to rush, or take a nap on the sofa without embarrassment, or have a snack any old time I like.

Since our eldest was little, one of the things she and I look forward to each time we go to Grammie's house is walking down the road to the nearby park to play on the playground or walk the exercise trail or enjoy the weather. Going again this year was the first time our middle child really appreciated the playground, and the first time our new baby has gone at all. I loved the feeling that we were building a tradition with all our family, that all our children would look forward to this each year and remember playing there, with us or with one another. I love that all the damp coolness of the playground mixes up in my memory with the smell of the leaves and the sound of their voices and the taste of the food, that I remember what they were wearing and what they said as they ran and played.

On Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for continuity and the rebirth it brings.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 4: Work I Love

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...

Day 4: Work I Love


I got into this business completely by accident.  My husband and I were driving around one evening before our second baby was born, thinking and talking and worrying a little about what it would be like for me to stay home with the kids.  He pointed out that if ever there was something I wanted to do, some work I wanted to do from home, a business I'd like to start, now was the time--no opportunity cost, lots of "free" time.  I told him the only work I could do for eight hours a day unsupervised and be expected to not tire of and not shirk was sewing.  He thought that sounded fine.


So we jump into it, back-assward, as they say.  No business plan, no business experience, no real idea of what it would be like or look like or how it could possibly work.  We were clearly blessed more than once with opportunities and breaks that we couldn't have gone looking for and that were fundamental in getting us this far.

And the best part is, I wake up every morning and get to take my twelve second commute downstairs to my studio, and do work I truly enjoy while having the freedom to stop for PB&J with my kids or leave early for violin concerts at school or tend to sick children if necessary.  My family is still top priority, and my work is something I look forward to and think about when I don't have to.  It's such a colossal blessing, one I didn't know I was missing until I found it.

Who knew?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 3: Home, Sweet Home

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...

A Week of Gratitude, Day 3: Home, Sweet Home

Believe it or not, it's been over a year and a half since our ill-fated flirtation with building another house and selling the one we currently own. Those were hard, hard times, mostly because trying to keep the house clean to that degree for that long will kill anybody, I don't care who you are.

But what it cost us is so little compared to what we learned. About our marriage. About our priorities. About our desires and dreams. About how to take two people who are driven to achieve and mesh their goals together to create a FAMILY. I guess every couple does that their own way and in their own time, but the whole house-selling-house-building experience was a huge crucible for us and really refined what we'd already discussed and knew in our hearts to be true:

Our home goes with us, and has nothing to do with our house.

Our house is the safe place that we call home, and cannot be disregarded in its importance.

Our desire for the home we dream of is only and always as strong as our desires for our family.

Our love for one another and our children is the driving force behind the goals we work toward each day.

Not too shabby for a year and a half, huh?

Monday, November 24, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 2: Babies!

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...

A Week of Gratitude, Day 2: Babies!


So, since I took the risk of taking a load of flak for saying my husband has had a greater influence over who I am and who I've become than my children, I must must must mention how thankful I am for my little ones.

There are three of them, each so different, so themselves, and so much like me in their own ways.  I am reminded of all my shortcomings on a daily basis, and taught humility in ways I never imagined possible.  Some days I am burdened by how huge the task is before us, and others I am brought to tears by how grateful I am to have been chosen as their mother.

Our eldest, just like me in good ways and in bad.

Our middle, so lively and exhausting, so able to bring me to my limits--both of joy and frustration.

Our little bitty one, who by asking for such simple things--food, rest, comfort--reminds me that none of us ever get our fill of being held and nurtured.  These are my teachers and mentors, more so than even the adults in our lives.  

They are the honest mirror to my actions, to whom I cannot lie and about whom I must be truthful with myself.

I am so deeply, profoundly grateful for how they've each changed me, but even more than that, for how they will keep on changing me, every day, for all our days.

It rocks to be Mommy, where even the bad days are good.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

A Week of Gratitude, Day 1: To My Husband

Taking the WHOLE week off to spend time with my amazing family. Am auto-posting a series titled "A Week of Gratitude" while we're off doing cool stuff like baking, digging out the Christmas decorations, jumping in piles of leaves, making final visits to the playground before the weather gets too cold, visiting with the relatives, taking looooong drives all in one vehicle, singing songs loudly, and anything else we can think of. Be back in a few days! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. This year, let's be glad of all we have...

A Week of Gratitude, Day 1: To My Husband

So sweet, so deserving of a special post all his own...

In Thanksgiving season, I start by looking at the things that have changed my life in the most obvious of ways.  The greatest of those--yes, even greater than having my children--has been my husband, that guy in the picture above, on the night we met.  Who, when he tells me I am beautiful, is the first man to say so who has ever made me believe HE believes it, and isn't saying it as a means to some other end.  Who, no matter how stridently we argue a topic, always goes afterward and gives sincere thought to what I've said, and often comes around to my point in the end (in his own time, of course).  Who, no matter how frustrating I can be, always makes it clear that he loves me and is willing to make colossal sacrifices on my behalf.

When he was in Iraq this last time (his second), the minister he met there talked about having an "attitude of gratitude," a cliche label for a very real and very elusive skill.  My husband called me, using a chunk of our very precious fifteen minutes of phone time, to tell me he'd been thinking of me the whole day and how thankful he is to have me as his wife.


As Thanksgiving week begins, I'm returning the favor.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Ten Things I Love Right Now

Leaves changing

Tiny baby hands

Fresh bread coming out of the oven

Playgrounds and parks, one last time

Learning who my daughter is becoming, bit by bit

Hearing music through the house--played live, and with verve

A clean kitchen

Catching up with faraway friends and learning only geography keeps us distant

Family movie night on Fridays, all of us together on the sofa with fresh hot popcorn and a PG rating

Waving goodbye in the crisp mornings, looking forward to some peace and quiet.

Sort of.

Hope this is the start of a great week for all of us!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Sublime Motivation

I'm constantly surprised to see how motivated I am to accomplish things simply by maintaining a blog. Did anyone else ever think that would be the case?

I thought, as many people do, that blogs tended to be self-involved rants of angry people with bad grammar. I've learned that this is not the case, and I'm so, so thankful to the following writers and crafters who taught me that a blog can be an amazing place to exchange ideas, make friends, and learn more about who we want to be and where we want to go.


I have found myself these last few weeks writing more, sewing more, planning more, designing more, and being increasingly inspired to share it all here, and I credit so much of that to the other crafters and bloggers I read each day.  OK, maybe some of it is new baby energy, but a lot of it has to be these blogs.

Check these out for a little inspiration of your own!
Angry Chicken

Wee Wonderfuls

Posie Gets Cozy

Sugar City Journal

Thanks, ladies!

Friday, November 14, 2008

100!

Holy cow! It's my 100th post! Totally snuck up on me...

My husband assures me that it is Blogland Etiquette to blog 100 facts about yourself in celebration of one's 100th post. It seems overwhelming, and I'm sure dozens of writers I admire would do a far superior job. I'm sure they could write MY list better than I will. I feel intimidated...

OK, it's only cold when you first get in, right? So here we go:

1. I was born in Germany on a US military base, and spoke perfect German until I was 4. But only to Germans--to my mother, who also (and still) speaks fluent German, I refused and am told often gave a look that seemed to say, "I don't know who you're foolin' lady, but we're AMERICANS."

2. Speaking of "foolin'," my favorite band from 8th to 11th grade was totally Def Leppard. I had a huge crush on Joe Elliott. Beyond pathological, actually.

3. I attended Catholic school in junior high. My favorite nun was called Sister Marion Joseph. Awesome.

4.  As long as we're on the topic of schooling, I have a Master's degree in Archaeology.  For real.  And it's left me changed.


5.  My thesis?  ACORNS.  Like I could make that up.

6.  I started my PhD, but put it on hold after a year to run off and elope.  I still miss State College, though--go Nittany Lions!

7.  Compared to staying home with my children each day, I don't miss academia one little bit.

8.  But every once in a while, I think it might be nice to go back and finish that PhD.  Wouldn't mind being Dr. Pretty Jane, y'know?

9.  I attended Florida State for undergrad, but don't feel much loyalty to it.  Now that Bobby is clearly in his decline, it's hard for me to even root for the team.

10.  Shortly after moving to State College, I had a heartbreaking epiphany while visiting with friends from undergrad, and was forced to sever ties with almost everyone I knew and loved while I was there.  It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, and I feel sad about it to this day.

11.  It was also one of the most necessary things I've ever had to do, and I am proud of myself for having the strength, almost every day.

12.  Growing up in Alabama, as I did, you are required to choose either Bama or Auburn to root for, regardless of whether anyone in your family has ever attended college.

13.  I chose FSU, as a safe neutral.

14.  But my step-dad was a Bama fan, for which I was astonishingly grateful when I met my mother-in-law and realized that when Bama plays, all three generations of her family who are alumni ROAR.  And that a daughter-in-law who didn't like the Tide would have a hard, hard road ahead of her.

15.  My hair is my natural color, but even hairdressers don't believe it.

16.  My initials are the same as my mother's, both before and after my marriage.  Weird, huh?

17.  When I get hot, I take off my socks and instantly cool down, like a pedo-thermostat.

18.  I always blow my nose after brushing my teeth, every single time.

19.  When I get hungry, my patience is astonishingly thin, as is well-known by anyone who has ever spent long periods of time with me.  If I say I'm hungry, it's not an observation, it's a warning.

20.  I'm a desperate procrastinator.

21.  In fact, I've known this post was coming for two months, and I only wrote three things down as notes to myself.  Oy.

22.  Reading novels is my Zone Activity, and when the fifth Harry Potter came out, I read it in a single sitting.  Seven hours, on the sofa, no breaks, no meals.

23.  Oh, and when I did that?  I had purchased the copy as a gift for our eldest on her birthday, which was two weeks after the book came out.  So I swapped the cover on the new one with the cover from the fourth so I could go ahead and read it before giving it to her.

24.  I got that idea from my grandmother, who used to send videos as gifts to my younger sister, and always watched them first.  My grandfather thought it was awful, but she never saw a problem with it.  I come down in the middle, hence the swapped covers.

25.  I adore Law and Order.  You think you've seen them all, but you never have.

26.  I can no longer watch Law and Order: SVU.  It made me paranoid and anxious.

27.  I have never watched all of Star Wars in one sitting.  And for someone my age, I might as well say I never learned to read.

28.  I learned to ride a bike over the summer visiting my father in Ohio.  He was holding the back and I called out, "Don't let go!"  I heard his voice from far, far behind me say, "I already did!"  I bobbled a teeny bit, evened out, and took off.

29.  I didn't just learn to ride a bike that day.  I learned that my parents trust me and believe in me, not because they say it but because they make decisions that demonstrate it.  A HUGE lesson to learn, and all in a split-second.

30.  Knowing that about them has changed my attitude about myself, and allowed me to accomplish all the things I have in my life.  I hope I can pass on half the faith and confidence to my own children.

31.  I've had orthodonture twice.  Once on my parents' dime, once on my own.  Guess which time I wore the retainers?

32.  I even had surgery on my jaw, in the ninth grade.  I have screws in my lower jaw now, and can feel the screw heads through the bone.

33.  When I taught eighth graders and their little hormones would take over and make them crazycakes, I would bribe them to calm down by telling them if they were good I would let them feel my screws.

34.  Worked every time.

35.  I am allergic to caffeine.  OK, maybe not medically allergic, but so sensitive to it that even a little bit makes me kinda nutso.

36.  Soda is also my all-time favorite treat, caffeine or no caffeine.

37.  When my Sweet Husband was deployed to Iraq for the third time, I gave up all soda until his return, as a sign of commiseration.

38.  I feel betrayed by coffee: such a beguiling scent, such a bitter flavor.

39.  I like to think of myself as more of a Rachel, but suspect I am largely a Monica.

40.  Someone once told me I look a little like Jennifer Anniston, and while I think they're insane, I walked on air the whole rest of the day.

41.  Every single time I've gotten pregnant, I weighed the exact same amount.  I consider it my Fertile Weight.

42.  This third time, taking that weight off is a little harder than before.  Considering what an easy time I tend to have of pregnancy, I think there are women out there secretly rejoicing.

43.  My husband and I talk about my muffin top in the third person.  It encourages me to not become complacent and to take care of myself rather than using the busyness of three kids to procrastinate and allow my health to take a backseat.

44.  It's the kind of thing about him that people on the outside of our relationship point to as insensitive--"What kind of a husband calls attention to a little extra weight after giving birth??" they say--but that I see as a sign of his deep love for me and his sincere commitment to a lifetime with me.  If I don't take care of my health, he has less time with me, muffin top or not.

45.  When we got married, I was barefoot.  We had enough time to either get me shoes or pick up the marriage license.  We hesitated, but chose the paperwork.

46.  The photos from our wedding turned out really dark, as they were taken with a disposable camera the minister's wife happened to have lying around.  In actuality, we were married at four in the afternoon, but because of the photos, we have to explain to people--often--that we didn't run off in the middle of the night.

47.  My best friend from the ninth grade, one of the few people with whom I have kept in touch, flew to visit Europe with her husband, three kids, her parents, her sister, her sister's husband, and her sister's five kids this past summer.  On the way back, her mom arranged for them to have a layover here so we could meet at the airport and visit.

48.  We hadn't seen each other in almost 16 years, and it was as though we were still those little babies, just in bigger, older bodies.

49.  Seeing her made me realize how influential our friends are, and when she told me that she bailed out of a 5k but made her husband drive her back to the race site the next day so she could finish, just because she said she would and she didn't want to break her word, it made me admire her more than ever and hope that I can be someone of that kind of character.

50.  It also made me want to surround myself with more friends like that, and I had to have a look-in-the-mirror moment: I am crap at keeping up with friends.

51.  And when I do, I am horribly guilty of hogging the conversation rather than listening to them.

52.  I was never very good at taking turns.

53.  Especially with my sister, who is the single most loving person God ever put on this planet.

54.  In fact, I owe her a phone call right now.

55.  When we were little, we shared a full-sized bed and she hated that I would kick under the covers.

56.  And I didn't keep my toenails trimmed adequately.

57.  I have, over the years, lost my taste for apple juice.  The kids are thrilled: more for them!

58.  The first time I spoke to my husband, he didn't like me.  The next time he spoke to me, I really didn't like him.  The third time we spoke, it wasn't quite love, but we were on our way.

59.  I always wanted 5 kids, even when I was but a lowly college student.

60.  We're 3/5 of the way there, but only 1/2 of us are sure 5 is such a great idea.

61.  Because, really, have you seen what college costs these days?  Imagine 20 years from now!  Who wants to saddle themselves with MORE future college students??

62.  I DO.

63.  When I was a college student, I was a member of a cover band called The Swiss Army Pickles.

64.  If I was well-behaved, they'd let me sing Indigo Girls tunes.  If I wasn't, well, they still let me sing, but they didn't order me a burger.

65.  We got paid $50 a night plus free food and free beer.  The two guys split the $50, I just got free food and beer.  And I still think I got a pretty good deal.  I woulda sung for free.

66.  One night, after a performance, I borrowed one of their cars to drive to the gas station and get cigarettes.  It was a stick, which I was crap at driving, and I didn't have a license.  Plus, I'd been drinking under age.  At the station, when I got back in the car to drive back to the bar, the car stalled over and over on this hill.  Turns out later the parking brake was on, but I didn't know that at the time.  So I asked someone at the station (yes, yes, I know--but it gets worse) to get the car up the hill for me so I could take over.  Fearful that if I got in the car WITH him he could take me who-knows-where and do God-knows-what, I stood off to the side.  He seemed to be taking a while getting moving, but eventually he came over and handed the car back to me, restoring my faith in humanity.  After returning to the bar (and being stopped by an officer who reminded me that my lights were off but didn't actually pull me over, thank heaven), my friend/bandmate noticed that his wallet was missing from the dashboard.  It was the day before the two of them drove to Vermont for the summer to teach at an arts camp, and his wallet had cash, license, contact info, you name it.  The window had been cracked and they all assumed that someone had reached in and taken the wallet from the dash.  I felt awful.

67.  I never told them the truth.  I still feel awful.

68.  But now, 15 years later, I can see the horrible humor in it.

69.  I once ran over a speed bump, knocked off a hub cap, and watched in my rearview as it rolled into oncoming traffic while I drove away, powerless.

70.  I've had five flat tires in the last calendar year.

71.  I am a horrible driver.

72.  I'm really lazy about shaving my legs.  But I always keep my toenails painted red, like Coco Chanel.

73.  I once watched the Emma Thompson version of Sense and Sensibility four times back-to-back.

74.  Alan Rickman is one of my favorite actors, especially in Closetland, which I bet you haven't seen.

75.  As I write this, I am watching Legal Eagles with Robert Redford, a film you also have not seen, but that I have viewed no fewer than 26 times.  End credits: "Love Touch" by Rod Stewart.  Oh, yeah.

76.  I am insanely frugal.

77.  We keep our thermostat at 63 in winter and 78 in summer.

78.  I reuse aluminum foil and ziploc bags.

79.  Before my marriage, I didn't own a single piece of furniture that was purchased new--not one.

80.  I rarely pay full price for clothing, and often barter.

81.  Except at Target, because, really now.

82.  I have recently found a deep and abiding love for high heels, and wear them every chance I get.  Including sometimes on days when I know I won't be leaving the house.

83.  I saved up for two years to buy my PowerBook and third-gen iPod back in 2003, and dressed up in heels and sparklies to go to the Apple Store at the mall to make my purchase.

84.  My first car was a British racing green MG Midget drop top.  I stalled out learning to drive it on a hill at a busy intersection during rush hour on a Friday--my first time driving a stick at the age of 15--and swore I would never drive it again.  My parents sold it two weeks later.

85.  My next car was a 1968 Ford Falcon with a rebuilt engine and a dash covered in contact paper.  It had no air conditioning and no floor coverings.  I adored it.

86.  I got the Falcon on the condition that I get my driver's license.  I was 20 and seven months pregnant with my first child.  On the way to the driving test, I got rear-ended.

87.  See #71.

88.  I currently drive a nine-year-old station wagon and am ashamed to say that I am secretly lusting after the new VW minivan.  Well, not secretly anymore, as it turns out.

89.  Breastfeeding has rendered 90% of my wardrobe unwearable.  Something you'd think an experienced mommy like me would've anticipated and so NOT donated over half my wardrobe in the past year.  But I didn't.  So pickings are pretty slim when getting dressed each morning these days.

90.  I adore breastfeeding and none of my children has ever had a bottle, ever.  Not because of anything miraculous that I've done, but because I can't figure out why, if you have a choice, you'd ever make more dishes to wash ON PURPOSE.

91.  I have very specific plans for what I'd do with the money if I ever won the lottery.  Sometimes, when I'm bored, I make notes.

92.  I always throw them out after, just in case someone finds them and thinks I'm nuts.

93.  I have already chosen paint colors for the walls in my Lottery House.

94.  I wear a sweater every single day, all winter long.  And sometimes in summer.

95.  I have been blessed with really white, strong, beautiful fingernails.

96.  I don't spring out of bed in the morning, like my husband.  I have to warm up to it gradual-like.  And if I am awakened too quickly, or nagged to get up, it spoils my whole day.

97.  Every time someone comments on my blog, I visit their blog, too.

98.  I feel a little sad when I learn that someone has been reading my blog and NOT commenting.

99.  I feel sadder when my friends or family say, "Oh, are you blogging now?"

100.  I have never in my life been happier or more grateful than I am now every single day.

Huh.  That wasn't so hard.  Might've even been tougher for you than for me!!  

See you at Post 1000!