There was a snowstorm.
There. Was. A. Snowstorm.
There was a SNOWSTORM.
And it was cold.
I decided not to leave the house.
And tea. I decided to drink a lot of tea.
Gotta say, I love Mondays. I know most people who have a 9-5 hate them, but I love them. All through my life I’ve been a freelancer or shift worker, and the fields that I work in have usually been most active on weekends. So for me, the weekend usually meant work. Monday meant rest.
Now, Mondays are an extra long day for my girl as she has Spanish class right after kindergarten. So now, Mondays are a big day of free space. Space for work, for productivity, for a pamper day if I need it. Mondays are full of opportunity.
Another nice fall day meant that I could get out with my girl to a coffee date. She of course had her croissant, and I had my coffee. Then came the requisite visit to the playground. It’s a predictable pattern, but I missed it. This was one of the things I wanted to get back to.
We have fun. She loves talking to the lovely people who work at SuperCoffee, even though she gets all shy. My girl and I have great conversations over coffee and croissant, and then she has a blast sliding down the big kid slide at the park. Perfect.
At night, before going to bed, I always go in and check on my girl. Usually, I change her diaper, put her back to bed from whatever weird position she’s got herself into, give her a kiss, and tell her I love her. She never wakes up, just sleeps through it all, but she does often talk to me.
I lean in close to kiss her, and whisper in her ear that I love her. She replies matter of factly, “I know.”
The sun in Winter is rarely seen. But when it is, it’s a joy and myself and Drake the Dog relish it’s presence in the kitchen. But not everyone does so.
One sunny morning as the rays hit our kitchen floor, Baby Girl got upset. Her blocks were in the sun and she wanted them. She tried to convince me to get them. When I said no, she begged. And when I told her she could go get them herself she walked off in a huff.
Moments later she came back, with sunglasses planted on her face. Walked with determination to get her blocks, and then walked right up to me with a ‘See-What-You-Made-Me-Do’ look in her eyes and said, “Sun hurts my eyes.”
Yup, she’s a vampire.
I’m sleeping with garlic.
She’s also a drama queen.
Social Media. Yeah, I’m talkin’ about that today. It used to be that twitter was for trying to be the wittiest possible. The game was, “How profound can you be in 140 characters?” It used to be that.
Now, now it’s a freakin’ ad whore. *sorry Grandma. Wait, what am I apologizing for? My Grandma has a fouler mouth then I* Yup, I used that term, and I meant it. It seems that every tweet I read is about this giveaway, or that review, or this product. I get it. Everyone’s making money off these reviews, and giveaways *don’t get me started on how many are illegal!*. But really? Can we not all temper it a bit? Can it not be every single effin’ tweet that I read?
All you fellow fashion and beauty bloggers, can we please regain a sense of decorum? I would love it if everyone used a bit of self restraint. Please let’s all go back to political discussions and profound thoughts in 140 characters or less. Sure, fine, squeeze in that review or giveaway tweet. Fine, I get it. It’s all about promotion. But I would really enjoy a little substance with my superficiality. All I’m asking is that not every other tweet be about the review, or giveaway. Can we at least manage every fourth tweet? Is it really too much to ask?
If I met you on the street you wouldn’t talk to me with ads and shameless self-promotion would you? If you did, I might punch you….or I might dream about punching you and simply walk away while you’re mid sentence. So let’s bring back a little of that human sincerity into social media. Can we all just do that? Is that okay? By the way, read my review of “Human Sincerity” and enter the giveaway too.
This morning I made myself tea. My delicious and gourmet Davids Tea.
I sat down on the couch with a magazine in one hand and my steaming cup in the other.
I read that magazine.
My kid and my husband fought over what to have for breakfast. He won by the way. Then she threw a tantrum and he told her to sit in the time out corner. She didn’t She ran up the stairs, making a big show of it, and went into her room. Her very own act of defiance. He followed her up in a huff and closed the door to her room. She freaked out because the door was closed. He came down and cooled off. She calmed down after a while. He went up and she apologized. They came downstairs.
Then a fight erupted over the laundry he was folding. Honestly, I stopped paying attention. I was trying really hard not to pay attention. I sat there and read that magazine. I don’t know what it was about, but I read it. From front to end.
Yesterday was my Girl’s ballet recital. Now this is the little girl who wouldn’t go into class at the start of the term. The little girl who just two days before the show during a mini performance for the parents, ran into my lap and not only refused to dance, but cried when the teacher tried to take her back to the group.
I was terrified. I was sure she wouldn’t get up there and dance. I was positive that we had all bought tickets and a costume and spent hours looking forward to what would never happen.
The family, all six of us, made sure to sit where she wouldn’t see us after we dropped her with for the volunteers.
When her class was next I was shaking. I grabbed my camera and snaked closer to grab some shots, but the entire time I wasn’t sure there would be anything to take pictures of.
They started and she ran out third just as she was supposed to. You have no idea how proud I was of her at that moment. My camera was shaking the rest of her dance because I was so happy and excited. It’s ridiculous how happy and proud she made me by going out there and dancing with her class.
We ordered the DVD.
You know that old saying, right? Well, I’ve been coveting a few awesome fringe kimonos, but with price tags upwards of one hundred dollars on the ones that I want it was never gonna happen. I budget and live within my means, and those means do not include hundred dollar kimonos. So, I thought, “You want one? Make it happen.”
Browsing through this huge fabric warehouse not too far from home, I stumbled across this gorgeous gray chiffon fabric and had one of those butterfly in the stomach moments. It was the perfect material with it’s soft gray and white leaf print with specks of blue, and subtle silver sparkle. Done.
The roll firmly tucked under my arm, I promptly waded through the fringe bin and found this long, soft, ivory fringe to match. Copying another kimono that had been a gift from my mom, I then starting cutting and sewing.
The weight of the fringe as it swings back and forth while walking. There’s something very satisfying about that.
Total price tag – $32. That’s more like it.