you belong




You belong somewhere you feel free



Run away, let your heart be your guide





Far away from your trouble and worry

You belong among the wildflowers

- Tom Petty

photo credit: Alita

{this moment}

 {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Playing along with Soulemama.)


mornings

not yet washed side by side
some of us wanted to be outside while he had a fever
all of us were all snuggled in whichever bed we ended up in




{this moment}

 {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Playing along with Soulemama.)



That Spring


 Spring  2011

It wasn't that long ago when imagining spring was my salvation.  My birth story was recently published and it brings back so many memories of the first few months postpartum.  During the never-ending nights of infancy and days filled with the struggle of becoming a mother of two, I would fantasize about Spring.  I held on tightly to my dreams of warmer months when I might lie on a blanket in the grass with my babes looking up at the blue sky and blooms above. Today, as the tree in my backyard starts to open its blossoms and the bright sunshine relaxes my children in a moment of peace and quiet, I think of that Spring back then and how I had been longing for it.

Spring 2011



Secret Gardens




When I was asked to write an article titled 10 Secret Gardens around Seattle for Kids and Families, I was curious what I would find.  There was so much to choose from, which meant I was going to explore my absolute favorite parts of this verdant city of mine.   I was sure to follow up on suggestions about honey bee gardens, fragrant gardens for the blind and deaf-blind, and special community gardens for the elderly and children gardening together.  But to my surprise, I also discovered: a leprechaun hunt, the most amazing driftwood climbing structure ever, a cosmological adventure that answered some of my most mysterious questions and just how far people will go to save old gardens and build new ones that have meaning to them.  Check out this impressive list:






More than anything I was motivated to start digging and cultivating myself!  So I grabbed that envelope of seeds that I saved from last year's plants and decided to see what would happen!  Here's wishing you happy start to the growing season!




knitting a thneed



Can you see the stitches on this sweater?  They are very small and thin, which is what happens when one knits with yarn that is designed for socks.  Because I am an intermediate knitter, I did not understand when purchasing this pattern or even after buying the yarn what this meant.  Not until I started knitting the first few inches did I realize I would be knitting a LOT of teeny tiny stitches for a LONG time.  I showed up with this project in hand to my knitting circle and one of my dear friends who is a tad bit more knowledgeable about knitting a knitting genius said,
"Oh, wow.  You're knitting an entire sweater in sock weight yarn, huh?"  
She said it without judgement.  She seemed surprised and that's when I knew I might be in trouble.  It is a bit nuts to knit an entire adult sweater in sock weight yarn, however; the results are totally worth it. 




I fretted about my Antler, which is the name of the pattern, the entire time I was knitting it.   I worried it would't fit, I worried the size small would be too tight.  I studied the following post by Christine (my inspiration who found the pattern) hoping there was some chance that mine would fit as well as hers.  When she said, "I fiercely love this sweater.  It’s slouchy yet fitted, stylish and sexy- which is not easy to achieve with hand knits!", I carefully eyed the fit and size of her sweater and thought, "Nevermind, I'll have to give mine away to someone else.  Mine will never fit like that." Woe is me. 



But behold the power of blocking!  After I soaked it and then laid it out to dry, the yarn completely changed.  Although while it was still wet, it sure as heck gave me a scare.  It looked like a thneed from the Lorax, its body was all dangling down to my knees with sleeves that were never-ending.  Once it dried, I put it on and could not have been happier.  So here I stand in my new hand knit with plans to knit another one in a different color scheme because now I want two!  

{this moment}

 {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Playing along with Soulemama.)


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i wasn't ready to let them go for good.  she's decided to wear skirts again. i feel like an expressive part of my little girl's style has returned.  what a warm welcome to spring!

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