Showing posts with label life made lovely. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life made lovely. Show all posts

Monday, November 28, 2011

Lovely moments

Of all the memories made and fun we had on our trip, the most precious moments were captured in the midst of love.




Relationships are what make my life lovely.

{how can two of my loved ones be exactly eighty years apart in age??}


Generations. History. Heritage.


{my grandpa and my brother}

{my mom and my daughter}

{little guy and my grandma}


 {little guy and my dad}


Family.



Friendship.


{our dear friend Kelli, who drove 5 hours to meet us in OK.}


{my sis-in-law and I rockin' the pre "no-heat curls" hair.}


Fellowship.

{my fav aunt and uncle. ok, they're my only. but if I had a choice, they'd still be my fav.}


That's a life full of lovely. Thank you, Lord.

Where would we be without each other?


 
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Sunday, September 11, 2011

School beginnings

Happy Monday, friends!

Last week, my kids had their first two days of school! I know, our district starts a wee bit later than most, but what a fun and full couple of days it was.



While fall is my least favorite season (because it is the gloomy ending to my favorite one), I do love back to school. To me, that is a season in and of itself.

And to celebrate this brief, happy season of fresh backpacks, nervous energy, Target trips and school supplies (mmm, how I LOVE them), I bought myself these after I drove out of the school parking lot. Alone.

I considered them my prizes, awarded for a summer well spent. ;) That green straw is such a sweet treat. And I've been eyeing this CD for a month.



Hey! You noticed! I did NOT opt for my usual "grandeblackicedteainaventicupextraicenosweetner." I got my second favorite - the passion tea/lemonade concoction. And this time, check it out, the short-hand on the cup is PTL. I do not actually EVER use this acronym to mean "Praise the Lord" as I've seen it used over the years. It seems so 1980's. But seeing those three letters, I was reminded by our friends at Starbucks to do just that. See how they are encouraging us to praise the Lord? That's one more reason you should go there and order a PTL. Also, it's yummy.

Here are a few glimpses from inside the classrooms on day one. I loved Amy's pics of her little buddy on day one of 1st grade, so I sorta copied. Amy, you are just too inspiring not to copy. 

A classroom just isn't a classroom without a calendar wall like this one. Am I right?



This is a happy corner.


The science text book on his desk had to be immediately opened and read. Backpack still on.

"MOM! This book has facts about animals in it!"  School is so cool, isn't it buddy?


A very organized teacher had these ready for her kids. What promise inside those special boxes! (Even alphabetized? I'm impressed.)


If we thought day one was fun, look how day two started. These guys are my fav.


Their smiles and energy for a new year are making those early mornings more bearable.

I had way too many back to school pics to share with you today. So I put some of them here. If you want to see my special Back to School display that I made the night before day one, check it out on my other blog, Cake & Cotton. It's one that makes me really happy, and is a good reflection of our love for books and learning in our home.

Let's be honest. I sorta want to still be in elementary school myself.





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Monday, September 05, 2011

Labor Day Lovely


I took a bit of time today to re-do this space in my dining area. It's the eating space attached to my kitchen. Behind me is our square table, where we share our meals.



This counter makes me so happy. It's my own personal still life. (As if life ever stands still.)



I found this amazing turquoise typewriter at the flea market a couple months ago. It was a steal! I believe my friend said, "If you don't buy that, I'll..." and then some threat that I don't remember, but I think it was violent.

It stands as an homage to words on a page.

I also love mercury glass. These pieces are the extent of my small collection. (And the owlie? From the dollar bin at Target. How cute is he.)



Last fall, Shauna and I made book-page wreaths for tidbit. She made the book pages part with an enviable amount of patience and crazy amounts of hot glue. I made the banners on them (well, for tidbit we made fabric flags. Our personal wreaths had banners.) I still love this wreath (although I don't love how I stood in front of it and shadowed half the thing in the photo. Sheesh.)



Here is my stack of antique sewing machine drawers. None of them match. These are actually quite important. They contain pens, pencils, Sharpies, gift cards, the key to the pool, and other random but essential items. That junk used to be stored in something super ugly that we kept for like eight too many years. My eyes don't hurt anymore when I need to grab a pen.



And finally, my favorite graphic. The message is mainly to remind my big self. That little grey blob to its right is a bird made out of newspaper. He has black wire legs. I found him at the flea market too. The words are oriented so that on his side, it says "superb." Reminds me of the movie Beautiful Girls. "It's just superb, Tracy. Superb."

SO what are you doing today for Labor Day?

I hope you find some lovely.





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Monday, August 29, 2011

Star Wars rock painting

Last week, we got this funny book.



And one thing left on our summer list was "paint rocks." So when we came across the page for turning rocks into Star Wars faces, we were sold.

What a beautiful marrying of two things we love over here....Star Wars, and rock painting!



We decided to take it all down to our community pool, since it was so hot, and we had friends who wanted to try their hands at some rock lightsabers.

It went: swimming, then painting the base color of the face, then swimming, then painting the details in.


This photo features crazy swimming hair and non-descript rocks. One is some obscure Star Wars weapon known only to experts.




Check out my Jabba the Hut (or Job of the Hut, depending on who you ask in my house).



The metallic gold paint made a very nice C3PO.


This guy is a LEGO Pirate. Some detoured from the theme. And some got paint on their little noses.


Being at the pool, of course, was a little distracting, so the actual painting time was sorta sporadic. But it was still fun. My daughter said after, "Well that was a fun experience!" I agree.



Now...what to do with the special rocks....Hmm. They may just have cameos in our Easter garden next year.


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Sunday, August 07, 2011

14 years ago today...

...our family started.


We see our wedding anniversary as the birthday of our family.

Today our family turns 14. {That sounds like a long time!}

Our wedding, now, seems somewhat of a blur in my memory. I know there were many beautiful moments. But what strikes me most is how a wedding really has nothing to do with a marriage. No matter how much time one spends planning a wedding, nothing can truly prepare you for what it means to be married, even what it means to love.


Love has to be chosen, fought for, and sometimes held onto for dear life. At 22, when I walked down the aisle, love seemed so....what's the word?...sparkly. Smooth, shiny, and sweet. Not something I know it to be now, something to be hammered out with equal parts sweat and tears and joy.

And then what about the next 14 years to come? What will I think of love then, as I turn 50? Perhaps, like old cotton sheets that get washed over and over for years, love becomes broken in and regains some of its softness, from wear, and wrenching around. Think of the difference between soft, new sheets, and soft old ones. The old ones have a texture and a comfort that you cannot manufacture. That kind of comfort can't be bought. Only wrought.

I think this past year has yielded a softness to our love that we have not known before. And that hasn't come easily. (I talk about that here, and Kevin talks about it here.)

But I'm so deeply thankful that year after year, God continues to help us hammer out our love. He continues to inspire and encourage us. He continues to teach us who Love really is. And for all of these 14 past years, and for all the ones to come, we owe everything we have to Him.

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of each other.


Happy Anniversary to you, my loved husband, and Happy Birthday to our family!

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{In honor of our anniversary, I'll be talking about marriage for a bit.
Tomorrow, i'll be hooking up with Jami's new linky on the topic of encouragement.}









Monday, July 25, 2011

Watercolor family members


The "guys" (stuffed animals) in our house are really family members.

They have backstories, relatives, fears, voices, theme songs...the list goes on.



Patches the horse arrived the day my son broke his leg, four years ago. He is so loved that his black eyes are now pushed in, and his fur is no longer white. His stuffing is lumpy, so he has a hard time posing for portraits. But he is the best friend to my boy. Puglet is Patches' brother. He is so loved that his ears, once stitched down into neat folds, now stick straight up. His fur is matted, and his body squishy. Puglet and Patches do not like to be apart. But they do both love to sing, and sleep nestled under the arm of my son nightly. And they pretty much run his bedroom when he's away at school.  

Pooh Bear has been a special part of our family for about seven years now. My baby girl chose him from the crammed shelves at Disneyland after a long day at the happiest place on earth when she was just a toddler. I was a tired mama, just wanting her to make a decision from amongst the hundreds of pairs of plastic eyes staring down at her. But those toddler hands chose Pooh, and who knew what a treasured character he'd become. His ears are permanently matted from having been chewed on, then put in the washing machine, then chewed on, then washed...like a thousand times over. Pooh Bear sings his own Pooh Bear songs, of course, and is always looking for some honey. He snuggles under my daughter's arm every night.


So when I wanted to set my kids on a task today, I chose a little watercolor session, painting portraits of their best friends. I love their paintings so much, and these guys will be framed and hung on the wall just like we would our other family members. In case you want to try this simple project, here are some of our watercolor secrets:

It is very important to use a type of heavy paper intended for watercolor painting, especially with littler kids, since they have a harder time controlling the amount of liquid going onto the paper. This paper won't warp even with big puddles of paint on it. When you get a good coupon to the craft store, buy yourself a pad or two. (And then make sure it doesn't get used for other stuff.)


1. Have your child lightly draw his or her subject in pencil first (my six year old needed help with his outlines).
2. Then let them trace the sketch with black Sharpie. (Yep, normally I'm not okay with kid Sharpie usage.)
3. Erase all the pencil lines left.
4. Then paint.


I try to teach them to gently stroke the paint on, not "scribble" it with the paintbrush, as they are inclined to do, like they would a marker. It takes a much more delicate hand for them to wield the bristles of a paintbrush versus using straight pressure with a crayon or marker. I think it's good to teach a child (who is old enough to understand and has fine motor control) how to properly use all kinds of art tools. Each person gets a small brush for small spaces, and a larger brush for backgrounds. Each also gets a cup of water and a folded paper towel for dabbing off too much water or paint.

After the paintings dry, it looks a bit better to trace another time over the Sharpie lines. I do that part, careful to maintain the childish wiggles in their lines.


They can also sign their paintings with the Sharpie, and date them with the year. These will look so great in black frames, huh?


She had to put on the shirt that went with the project. Obviously.

I think I'm extra glad we did these today because someday in the future, Patches, Puglet and Pooh will be put on a shelf to gather dust (sniff). But the memory of little hands painting their likesnesses with love will remain.


Simply lovely.

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