tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31062294540443886042024-03-19T00:46:35.714-04:00A Muse AbroadJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.comBlogger429125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-68323756052200426472016-04-05T03:52:00.001-04:002016-04-05T03:52:48.185-04:00Chores as meditationOtherwise known as the blog post in which folding laundry gets a little "woo-woo".<br />
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Like you, I've got a lot on my mind. Mixed in with the never-ending to-do list, grocery items and errands are some big challenges, heavy emotions, and a few dreams too. Yesterday afternoon, I found myself feeling flustered and pressed for time, annoyed with using what little time I felt I had to do the things that needed doing, like folding laundry. Somewhere from the swirling sea of my thoughts surfaced a memory of "chores as meditation". I needed to fold the laundry, so instead of using that repetitive, relatively mindless activity to let my thoughts spiral out of control, I brought all of my attention to simply folding the laundry, exploring my senses and remembering to breathe deeply and evenly. <br />
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Chores as meditation takes practice (practice I am only just beginning), so I worked through it out loud. It went something like this:<br />
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I am feeling the warmth in the fabric, fresh from the dryer.<br />
It's a pleasant sensation. (deep breath in, deep breath out--ahhh)<br />
Socks, match, fold together.<br />
I smell the freshness of the air coming in through the open window.<br />
This shirt is his. Lift. Little shake. Fold. Place on his pile.<br />
This shirt is hers. Lift. Little shake. Fold. Place on her pile.<br />
I feel gratitude that my family has everything they need, that they have so much more than just need.<br />
I need to donate some stuff. <br />
What size is this?<br />
I've got to deal with the donation pile of books.<br />
This room is a mess.<br />
I have too many emails.<br />
<i>Return.</i><br />
I'm folding laundry now, and that's all I'm doing.<br />
Socks, match, fold together.<br />
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See what happened there? My brain and my body relaxed into the meditation. Gratitude and joy welled up...which somehow released my thought spiral all over again. The good news is I could spot it and stop it, if only for the remaining couple of minutes of that chore. And do you know what? That counts.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-82690123833222631932016-04-04T12:52:00.001-04:002016-04-04T13:01:27.991-04:00Talking through the process<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bjlXAq3eRIX0ld_o0BX-NIZlFRZZsVAFx0Um2GKDkVkR-6-enslv1YXc-o1X1FuiBpCUdOtLX0FeRCoNQt7W0JD7-QWwqKd1RnGGnfGwucJSxQCVHynyFJMFoWX0P0vrCLmsUYa8GGmA/s1600/path.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bjlXAq3eRIX0ld_o0BX-NIZlFRZZsVAFx0Um2GKDkVkR-6-enslv1YXc-o1X1FuiBpCUdOtLX0FeRCoNQt7W0JD7-QWwqKd1RnGGnfGwucJSxQCVHynyFJMFoWX0P0vrCLmsUYa8GGmA/s400/path.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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If there's any title more fitting for a blogpost by me, this might be it: "sloooooooow blogging". Once upon a time, I bought a shiny new domain name and had big shiny dreams about how my very own website would look. A few years later (eep!), I forced myself to admit that setting up a new site from scratch is simply not for me anytime soon...so I chose a shiny new template on a gorgeous platform and logged in. It too has sat (mostly) empty. Apparently, The Blank Page isn't only threatening to traditional authors but can readily apply to online writers as well. Experiment conclusion: acknowledge that new blogging habits can happen in old blogging spaces. Voila! This site is due for a spruce-up. I'm actually taking a blogging class to get the creative juices flowing, and it's time I start actually attempting the assignments in the space I already have rather than stressing about how to create a new space to fit the assignments I haven't done.<br />
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In addition to my blogging course, I've begun a year-long training program in women's wellness education. This has me thinking about self-care and the ways in which we deny ourselves what we need to thrive. We all do that, don't we? We develop big goals that we're excited about, and when life gets in the way, we let all the intentions and plans shift to the sidelines, even if it makes us sad to see them there. Perhaps it's simply the perfectionist tendency to aim for "all or nothing", though writing it down in those words makes even that seem inexcusable. It doesn't have to be <i>everything</i> to be something valuable. If we stray from the path toward our goals, we can simply push through the underbrush and find the path again. We might find ourselves in a different place than where we stepped off. We might be further back toward the beginning (ugh). Or we might be in a new, more interesting section of the path. There is triumph in simply regaining one's footing and resuming the challenge, no?<br />
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No matter how big or small, are there any personal goals you have been setting to the side, waiting for the opportune moment? What if that moment was now? What if you could just <i>decide</i> that moment was now? How would it feel to step your feet back onto the path?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-1779499161165720772016-01-13T03:14:00.000-05:002016-01-13T03:14:22.656-05:00Playing with ideas and the sense of communityIn this new year, I'm embarking on a new learning adventure. In addition to my language lessons, I've started a year-long training program in women's wellness with Lisa Grace Byrne. So curious to see where this experience will lead! Right now, the training is in week one. I'm already a bit behind due to a minor sinus infection that moved into my chest and knocked me down, but I feel recovery in progress (thank you, feisty immune system!). My enrolment was prompted in a few different ways. I have participated in other courses with Lisa, and her words resonate with me; however, I'm remiss on implementation. I feel ready to change that, and I wanted to buckle down for a year and really focus on the details. I also really enjoy teaching and sharing. I see women in my current community facing a lot of the same self-care needs, and I believe we could all benefit from wellness training face-to-face rather than online or from a book (which as I can attest are too easily discarded when needed). <br />
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In the meantime, I've been trying to figure out just how I want to go about blogging. I miss it too much when I'm not blogging to just stop completely as I had done in recent months, but I know the modern concept of blogging -- creation of fully functional, picture-perfect website and branding -- is simply not me. It's not what I enjoy creating. I blog to write, share, and connect. As a person who moves every two to four years, I find it fulfilling to be a part of an online community that thankfully does not have to be reinvented with such frequency as my physical community. Yet so many of the blogs I have enjoyed for years have also dropped off in the past months. It's like the old-school web-loggers all collectively threw in the towel, surrendering to those who grew tremendously and became successful brands. I don't say this bitterly (hats off to them! so wonderful to find success doing what they love!), but it has been disappointing to watch my online community dwindle and fade.<br />
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Lately, I find myself very inspired by the blog style by Erin of <a href="http://designformankind.com/">Design for Mankind</a>. The site is clean and fresh, and the posts are in the format of personal essays. She includes pictures, but only a few per post. While we haven't met so I can't really say for certain, her posts come across to me as personal and purposeful, written with intention that is hers. Even if the posts are sponsored, I still feel as though I've visited a friend who is sharing a find and a why. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I hope she won't mind if I experiment with her style, if I try it on and see how it fits. I really want a new site too. It's like buying new school supplies at the beginning of the year (I always love that!). For a truly fresh start, it feels so good to get everything new and shiny.<br />
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So…just some ideas I'm playing with these days. <br />
Are you pondering any shifts or changes in your year to come?<br />
Hooray for doing what we love!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-20465261386573129612016-01-06T02:54:00.003-05:002016-01-06T02:54:49.694-05:00A visit to Provence and learning about SantonsFor the last week of December, we took a train down to Provence to visit with friends through the New Year's celebrations. Provence is every bit as beautiful as you've heard…and possibly even more beautiful than that. I knew Provence was famous for the lavender fields, but there is so much more to it. The countryside, villages and homes gave an impression of Italy or Spain (or both) blended together with France. The landscapes are varied, marvellous and breath-taking. We wandered the town of St-Remy-de-Provence, played on the seashore and climbed onto the church roof in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, explored the Pope's Palace in Avignon (a UNESCO World Heritage Site) and climbed the fantastic ruins of Chateau des Baux. Almost daily, I asked Hubby when we can move there.<br />
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In the church in St-Remy-de-Provence was the most unusual Nativity I have ever seen. The scene was forested with a windmill on a hill. No stable in sight, the Holy Family were placed in a rocky cave. This was no separate story with only shepherds and the Three Kings to witness. All around, there were peasants in brightly coloured clothing looking on at the scene. <br />
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I began to notice similar Nativity scenes in other churches and shop windows. Often, the peasants did not seem to notice the Holy Family at all. Women would be posed for gossiping. A man had fallen asleep on sacks of grain. Many shops sold these figures in stunning variety, and I was charmed and captivated by them. Thankfully, my dear friend read up on them in (far-better-than-mine) French and taught me all about them. These brightly-colored peasant figures for Provencal nativities are called "santons."<br />
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During the French Revolution, traditional religious nativities were banned; decorating your home, however, was not. Artisans began creating hand painted terracotta figures depicting typical local life. Scenes would be created mimicking local landscapes with village people, animals, and yes, a baby. In this way, people retained their nativities during this time of enforced secularism. The tradition survives to this day, with the only real change being a definite Holy Family and Three Kings added in. We saw santons for sale ranging in size from tiny (4 cm) to that of typical dolls (around 30cm or so). The doll size santons were typically dressed in clothing and carried tactile accessories (baskets with flowers, straw hats, etc.). There was a shop in Baux that sold paint kits with plain terracotta santons. On our last day, I could resist no longer and purchased seven 4cm santons for our home. Being after New Year, the Holy Family figures had all been sold, but there were the Three Wise Men/Three Kings. This morning, we set them out in honour of the Epiphany and will finish the day with a Galette du Roi, another French tradition we are excited to embrace.<br />
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Happy New Year 2016!<br />
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I love the enthusiasm for fresh starts and change that comes with New Year's Day, but I am the only one who feels like you are meant to have it all sussed out before the ball drops on December 31? Well, I say boo to that! Here's a new year's resolution we can keep: <span style="color: purple;">permission to grow, adapt and change whenever</span>.<br />
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While I'm not one for resolutions, I do have some ideas big and small (daily meditation, return to photography, focus on wellness) that I'm excited to implement. Before I do, I'm going to take this week to hit the reset button. I don't know about you, but the past year felt really intense! It was a year in which "I can't remember the last time I felt on top of things" felt like a mantra, and I am not a person who buys into the culture of busy. I don't like feeling overrun by daily life, yet that's where I quite often found myself <i>all year long</i>. 2016 does not have to be a repeat of that, and it won't be if I can help it!<br />
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During the holidays, I started listening to some of the many fantastic podcasts out there. One in particular resonated with right where I am now: <a href="http://www.goodlifeproject.com/radio/">The Good Life Project</a> episode called "Close the Books". The nutshell version is you make the time to thoroughly examine the past year--the positives, the negatives and the neutrals. What worked? What didn't? How can you learn from your experiences? What is the take-away? Then, once you've gone through the whole year with mindfulness and care, you "close the books" on it, allowing a fresh start for the year ahead, applying what you have learned and feeling ready to continue to move forward and grow in new ways. Have you heard of this before? Have you applied it yourself? Who's with me?<br />
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Warmest wishes to you, wherever you may be! Happy New Year!<br />
<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-60333633129154853112015-07-27T11:19:00.001-04:002015-07-27T11:19:26.439-04:00Le Tour de FranceJuly has been a strange month for weather. We've suffered through two heatwaves in a city that cannot handle heat, and yesterday we were hit with a cold spell just as strong on the other end of the temperature spectrum (from 100°F a week ago to 50°F in the wet wind). The grey skies didn't give us pause about finding a spot to watch the final stage of the Tour de France in Paris yesterday...but then those grey skies opened up, a strong, cold wind kicked in and the weather became completely miserable...just in time for the Tour de France to begin its final day in Paris.<br />
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Yesterday afternoon, we tried three different viewing spots over the course of two hours before waiting it out between Porte Maillot and the Arc de Triomphe. We were soaked and shivering, but we didn't give up. When the moment came, it was so exhilarating, watching the pack fly past us as they geared up for the lap portion of the race.<br />
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The moment they passed us, we bustled to the metro and hurried home for hot showers and dry clothes, hoping we all don't catch colds in the name of Le Tour. Hubby turned on the TV so we could watch the rest, but after about 10 minutes of watching, I couldn't stand being so close but not actually being there. I bundled up to fight the autumnal weather and rushed out again to catch whatever I could on the Champs Elysees. I made it in time for the final two laps. The sun even came out for the end of the race. Watching the Tour de France in person--what an incredible experience!<br />
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-49108220938827130322015-07-22T06:36:00.000-04:002015-07-27T11:20:12.599-04:00Well, hello there!In case you've been wondering about my lengthy absence from this space, I've been out testing the hypothesis that one needs at least six months to recover from a major transition like an international move. I ran a controlled experiment, tested on myself and my little family of four. We repeat and compare results every 2 to 3 years. We observe multiple factors, and I have once again reached that conclusion that <b>yes</b>, living a nomadic life abroad requires at least 6 months of adjustment time when settling into a new country before one begins to feel "normal" again. If it's a place where you don't speak the language and the locals don't speak yours, bless you for trying.<br />
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Almost six months to the day, my crafting mojo returned (if you don't craft, just skip this paragraph entirely). I hadn't wanted to knit for longer than I could remember. I tried a few times to knit by rote, to feel the wool in my hands and to create something lovely…but my heart wasn't in it and each project was quickly returned to its bag. A few months ago, I found and started to regularly attend a knitting group at <a href="http://www.loisivethe.com/">a wonderful yarn shop</a> here in Paris, but I only knit when I was there and even then, I knitted only a row or two while I listened and chatted. Then, just a couple of weeks ago, boom! It was back! I finished two projects in three days. Tempted to add to my stash (<a href="https://instagram.com/loisivethe/">Aimee</a>, why do you stock so much pretty?), I started to dig in my closet and discovered even more UFOs (that's <span style="color: purple;">u</span>n<span style="color: purple;">f</span>inished <span style="color: purple;">o</span>bjects for you sane non-knitters), and I wanted to finish those too! I carted a half-finished child's sweater along to the knitting group last week, only to have everyone question my sanity, knitting with chunky thick wool during another hideous heatwave (oh Paris, you don't do heat well). They were right, of course, so I bought a new skein of thick chunky wool to knit a cowl for my big girl and cast on for that over the weekend. Hey, I never said knitters make logical decisions.<br />
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As soon as my crafting mojo returned, I became hyper-aware of my lag in communications across the board. Normally, I try not to miss sending birthday and anniversary cards, but I realised I haven't done so in many months--including, I'm ashamed to say, close family. Oh dear. I'm not sure many of our friends and family even have our new address. I don't actually know our landline phone number. Remedy, remedy, remedy. I'm considering sending out Christmas in July cards to get everyone in one fell swoop.<br />
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Which brings me to this blog. Hello! I've missed you too! Over the past months, I've been taking pictures on my phone and sharing many of them on <a href="https://instagram.com/amuseabroad">Instagram</a> if you'd like to see. I would like to return to this space and resurrect the joy of the big camera too. In the meantime, we'll be soaking up summer and enjoying the freedom from scheduling that I'm sure helped make my return to normalcy possible. I hope you've been well! Thanks for checking in!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-4275974574655914192014-11-19T05:00:00.000-05:002014-11-19T09:34:06.360-05:00Gratitude cleanseThe "Rekindling the Fire" workshop I attended this past weekend was co-led by a wonderful children's author, K.L. Going, and a life-and-wellness coach for moms, <a href="http://www.wellgroundedsite.com/">Lisa Grace Byrne</a>. While I most certainly benefitted from the wit and wisdom Kelly shared with and organised for us, it was Lisa's presence that spurred me to enrol. I have read her blog for years, following along as she has built her business. I have attended one of her online courses and was a pre-reader for her wonderful book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Replenish-Experience-Radiant-Vitality-Everyday/dp/0615855989/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1375904994&sr=8-2&keywords=replenish%3A+experience+radiant+calm">Replenish</a>*. I sound well-placed not to need a whole weekend with her, right? Wrong.<br />
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Particularly as an overstretched mother in a time of major life transitions, I know it has been my habit to treat self-care as one more item on the big plate of my responsibilities and obligations--an optional piece that is often neglected. Meeting Lisa and sharing her wisdom with other fabulous women experiencing similar life patterns and professional longings was balm for my soul and, hopefully, a kickstart to actually using some of the incredible, simple tools Lisa shares. One key insight she impressed upon us was to approach self-care as a lens through which to view your life. No matter what else is added or taken away from your plate of responsibilities, the self-care lens remains in place.<br />
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Starting tomorrow, Lisa is running a (free!) seven-day <a href="http://www.wellgroundedsite.com/2014/11/gratitude-cleanse-7-days-of-quiet-for-the-soul/">Gratitude Cleanse</a>. Simply commit to 10 minutes each day to refocus that lens of self-care. You can sign up by clicking through the <a href="http://www.wellgroundedsite.com/gratitude-cleanse">link</a>, and Lisa will send the daily meditations right to your email inbox.<br />
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*I definitely love the feel of a book in my hand, a book I can return to time and again, so I keep a copy of Replenish on my nightstand. A little secret is I also have it in my car: Lisa read her book in a <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/id916794244">podcast</a> format. In this way, she offers her entire book as a free audiobook! (Didn't I mention how awesome she is?) <br />
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The workshop day started at 6am when my alarm went off in time for a (wonderful)(optional) morning yoga session and concluded after 10pm with a (wonderful)(optional) session about publishing. It has been a day of fantastic information, learning and inspiration. Now, my brain is full and I am ready to put this day to bed, but alas, I opted for a coffee after dinner, which means I'm still awake as the hours roll by. <br />
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<i>Will I ever learn? </i><br />
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For anyone else up too late and seeking fun finds online...<br />
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Have you seen <a href="http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2014/10/artist-steve-spazuk-paints-with-fire/">this artist's work</a>? Incredible.<br />
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All right, <a href="http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2014/09/interactive-dancing-traffic-light-by-smart/">this</a> just made me happy.<br />
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After hearing much hype about this new podcast, the first 5 episodes of <a href="http://serialpodcast.org/">Serial</a> made my extra-long drive yesterday very interesting. I'm not sold on the subject (I don't care for crime stories), but the story-telling is excellent.<br />
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<a href="http://www.dyslexiefont.com/en/dyslexia-font/">This font</a> for dyslexics really impressed me. I taught dyslexic kids once upon a time, and I do believe this font would be a welcome tool.<br />
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I would like to try making <a href="http://www.abeautifulmess.com/2014/11/marbled-clay-ring-dish.html">these</a> with the girls.<br />
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<a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/lasting-relationships-rely-on-2-traits-2014-11">Lasting relationships hinge on kindness and generosity. </a> The studies analyse couples, but the lessons can be applied to all important personal relationships (with your kids, parents…).<br />
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Have a lovely weekend! Keep warm!<br />
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Today I spent nearly all of the sunlight hours (such as they were) in the car. After the morning school run, I hastily packed a bag (greatly worrying the cat), tossed things in the car and headed out of town. For the next three days, I will be attending a writer's retreat at the <a href="http://www.highlightsfoundation.org/">Highlights Foundation</a>. <br />
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Google Maps told me the drive would take around 5 1/2 hours, but that wasn't counting on trucks and snow. I readily admit I was feeling rather frazzled the last 20 miles or so, and yet somehow that melted away almost the moment I arrived. I cannot explain it. One moment, I was in my car wondering how I would ever manage a positive first meeting with the group here, grumbly as I felt, but the next, I felt quite simply <i>here;</i> I felt present right away. There is a magic here I can feel. I won't presume to guess what that magic will mean for me, but for now, I am happy to have enjoyed these first hours and am looking forward to the days ahead.<br />
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She swooned over the colour and the style! She loves it! She loves that it is handmade. She loves that I gave it to her. I love that it has a good home. So…I didn't rip as per the challenge, but I did "let it go!" and give that cardigan new life, which feels great. <i>Thanks, Felicia!</i>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-45482215230552305802014-11-05T11:03:00.004-05:002014-11-05T11:04:26.876-05:00Restarting the creative juicesOne of the themes I noticed as I was taking stock was all the projects in my mind that I wasn't starting. My creative energy had stalled of late. Stress does that to me, but after a while, not creating becomes a stress too. I feel more like myself when I am creating, but for many weeks, I wasn't writing, journaling, knitting, sewing or even working in art time with the kids. Taking stock made me even more aware of how ready I was to get started again, and really, all I needed to do was start. I had fabric cut for a tunic for my big girl (cut weeks ago!), so I started with that.<br />
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The fabric is<a href="http://bandjfabrics.com/fabrics/liberty-tana-lawn"> Liberty of London tana lawn</a>. If you don't sew, you might not know that this fabric is the stuff of heaven. It is gorgeous to the touch, reminiscent of silk, but is cotton. The prints range from traditional to modern, and I've wanted to work with it for years. The hefty price tag left me afraid to cut it. What if I did something wrong? It would be wasted! Well, it was also being wasted sitting in my stash. Now, it is a beautiful tunic.<br />
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The pattern is <a href="http://oliverands.com/product/OLV-OS025CP.html">Oliver + S class picnic blouse</a>, lengthened. It's pink, her favourite color. It's perfect for the newly changed school dress code, requiring my leggings-lover to wear longer tops. I'm guessing that means she won't wear it (le sigh), but I am happy to have sewn it. This morning, I laid out the fabric to cut a flannel Tova dress for myself. A scroll through the <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/wikstenpatterns/">Wiksten flickr pool</a> has changed my thinking towards another <a href="http://amuseabroad.blogspot.com/2014/08/blue-floral-wiksten-tova-top.html">Tova top</a> instead (the dress so easily tips into looking like a nightgown, especially in flannel), but I'm ready to sew!<br />
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Are you working on anything that makes your heart sing?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-27714185867253631812014-11-03T05:46:00.001-05:002014-11-03T09:15:24.561-05:00Nuggets of wisdom: hitting the gym<iframe src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/25525120@N08/15514732727/player/" width="500" height="375" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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Despite a strong gym aversion, I have started attending fitness classes twice a week. It was everything I thought I would hate: blaring music, a peppy instructor in pigtails, steps, weights…but it turns out I need someone to push me towards greater fitness. Said peppy instructor turns out to be very motivating and excellent at understanding how to adapt a (big!) class for various levels. I really like her classes, and I do feel much better (and decidedly hungrier!) after I go.
With fitness on the brain, I finally asked my friend Rebecca how she manages to stay so fit and trim. Once upon a time, she was a professional ballet dancer, and she still looks the part three kids later--all lithe and lean. Is it all the years of training that her body simply won't forget? Does she not eat dessert ever? No glasses of wine or beer? <br />
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She blushed as she admitted she doesn't pass up sugar or adult beverages; in fact, she doesn't pay too much attention to what she eats (within reason). She also admitted she hates going to the gym...<i>yet she goes without fail at least three times a week</i>. She says the other women who show up as regularly and work out as intensively claim to do it because they love it. They say they love how it makes them feel. They love how it burns the stress. They are addicted. Rebecca says that's not her. She hates it. She always hates it, but she goes because she knows it's healthier than not going and it keeps her metabolism up so she doesn't have to pay too much attention to what she eats and still fit in her clothes.<br />
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I love the honesty, and her words sure felt like wisdom to me.<br />
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Where did October go? It's a new month. Time to take stock!<br />
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Making : lots of long lists (to do, knit, sew, travel, pack, purge…)<br />
Cooking : cold-weather meals like <a href="http://www.simplyrecipes.com/recipes/chicken_pot_pie/">this</a> and <a href="http://www.dinneralovestory.com/my-8-year-old-made-this-chili/">this</a>, and also <a href="http://amuseabroad.blogspot.com/2012/12/banana-mini-muffins.html">mini-muffins</a> for my Mini-Muffins<br />
Drinking : cafe au lait with maple syrup<br />
Reading: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gone-Girl-Gillian-Flynn/dp/030758836X">Gone Girl</a> (in two days!), <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Siblings-Without-Rivalry-Children-Together/dp/0393342212/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1414944151&sr=1-1&keywords=siblings+without+rivalry">Siblings Without Rivalry</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Make-Stick-Science-Successful-Learning/dp/0674729013/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1414944179&sr=1-1&keywords=make+it+stick">Make It Stick</a><br />
Wanting: the sun to stay out and up for more hours<br />
Looking: through old photos and swooning over our babies' adorableness<br />
Playing: Mastermind with two awesome 4th graders<br />
Deciding: women need to ignore cultural messages full of "shoulds", guilt and shame<br />
Wishing: I could swap pre-winter for spring<br />
Enjoying: feeling stronger as a develop a better fitness routine<br />
Waiting: for the powers that be to give us some firm dates<br />
Liking: the smell of woodsmoke in the cool air<br />
Wondering: how my girls will approach some big changes ahead<br />
Loving: meeting up with friends<br />
Pondering: how to kickstart my creative juices again<br />
Considering: an upcoming writer's workshop<br />
Watching: the birds at Hubby's bird feeders <a href="http://www.branchshop.com/" style="color: black;"><br /></a>Hoping: the upcoming transition will go as smoothly as possible<br />
Marvelling: at how life turns out sometimes<br />
Needing: motivation to tackle some big projects in a short timeframe<br />
Smelling: the <a href="http://myseasonaltable.blogspot.com/2012/01/super-natural-every-day-cookbook.html">membrillo cake</a> fresh from the oven<br />
Wearing: this <a href="http://www.rei.com/product/870539/columbia-wear-it-everywhere-dress">dress</a> with jeans or leggings and wool socks as often as I can get away with it<br />
Following: Aussie instagram feeds to get my sunshine and beach fixes<br />
Noticing: how much lighter and happier I feel on sunny days than grey ones<br />
Knowing: all I really need to do is commit and get started for these projects to take off<br />
Thinking: about what steps to take next<br />
Admiring: autumn colour in the sunshine<br />
Sorting: through too much stuff in the basement<br />
Buying: eggs (my chickens are giving me the finger)<br />
Getting: hungry<br />
Bookmarking: <a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/recipe-harvest-crackers-with-cranberries-pecans-amp-rosemary-recipes-from-the-kitchn-197627">this cracker recipe</a> for a delicious cheese board<br />
Disliking: the unending barrage of paperwork<br />
Opening: a new packet of my beloved Melbourne Breakfast Tea<br />
Giggling: while watching <a href="http://youtu.be/W0xtS83sKGg">Death at a Funeral</a><br />
Feeling: stressed but trying to get past it<br />
Snacking: on more chocolate than is wise (but it's yummy)<br />
Coveting: a new DSLR camera<br />
Wishing: for a few more hours of sunshine<br />
Helping: first graders learn about Claude Monet<br />
Hearing: my daughter read aloud with increasing confidence</div>
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I was surprised at how much time this exercise took me, and even then, I notice some themes running through. If you'd like to take stock, head over <a href="http://meetmeatmikes.com/taking-stock-september/">here</a> to copy a list from <a href="http://meetmeatmikes.com/about-me/">Pip</a> (thanks, Pip!).</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-12111858468528073692014-09-12T20:48:00.001-04:002014-09-12T20:48:57.650-04:00Have a fabulous weekend!Hi friends!<br />
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The dust is settling on the new school year. What a whirlwind as we got going last week! School started last Wednesday, and then we had a birthday party on Sunday--a secret agent birthday party for a very special 9 year old girl. The party was ridiculously fun! I hope to share more about it soon, and I'm particularly hoping my computer and camera will agree to talk with each other again.<br />
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This week was all about settling into routine. We had homework meltdowns (some from the kids, some from me). We had schoolwork breakthroughs. I ran errand after errand solo for the first time in three months. I even started a Pilates class (only been talking about trying that for about a dozen years or so…but who's counting?). I went down the rabbit hole of the internet, trying to figure out where in the world my family will live after our next international move, and came out again relatively unscathed (several hours in my day later…). Tomorrow night, Hubby and I have a fabulous date night planned. We'll be attending the black tie gala opening of the symphony. Having never "done" black tie in our lives (no, not even our wedding was black tie), this is a big event for us!<br />
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For your weekend fun, I'd love to share…<br />
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this perfect <a href="http://www.condenaststore.com/-sp/A-panel-called-Creation-The-True-Story-which-retells-the-Genesis-creati-New-Yorker-Cartoon-Prints_i12203002_.htm">comic for procrastinators</a> (like me!). Hubby saw it, shook his head at me and moaned "Oh, this is so familiar." I haven't shown him <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2014/02/why-writers-are-the-worst-procrastinators/283773/">this article</a> yet.<br />
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this beyond perfect recipe for <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2012/08/my-favorite-brownies/">brownies</a>. I may have made them half a dozen times this summer, and I just made them for a school event yesterday. Do not try to resist. They are too delicious! <i>Thanks, Deb, for your culinary wizardry!</i><br />
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a drool-worthy <a href="http://www.feau-real-estate-paris.com/rent-details-1416-03-9854956.aspx">Parisian apartment</a>. The building. The parquet floors. Oh my, yes please.<br />
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Have you heard about <a href="https://www.renttherunway.com/rtr_home">Rent the Runway</a>? It's a website that offers dresses, jewellery and handbags for 4- or 8-day rental at surprisingly reasonable prices. A girlfriend directed me there for my black tie event tomorrow, and the dress choices are so much fun! For my event, I received my dress of choice in two sizes and a "back-up dress" in a different style in one size for an extra $30. All told, two gown choices for only a fraction of the cost of a formal gown, and I will only need it this once. <i>Thank you, Michelle!</i><br />
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Happy weekend to you!<br />
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I spent this past weekend in Denver, soaking up the snuggles with this little lovey. She's just seven weeks old, turning the corner from newborn to baby. Her mama is a dear friend from college, and we have shared a lot of stories along the way. Sharing a few sleep-deprived nights, fussy days and peaceful snoozing felt like precious time. It brought up so many memories for me, and it was exciting to watch new memories being made for her.<br />
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There is so much (too much) advice for new parents, so much pressure and judgment and frustration, that I was reminded of the favourite bit of parenting advice Hubby and I were ever given:<br />
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Try what works for you and your child, and you will know when it is right. Have faith in your ability to nurture this little person who has been gifted to you, even if it is not what well-meaning (or not-so-well-meaning) strangers, friends or family members suggest is "best." You can do this. Congratulations!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-51080583173651142562014-08-11T22:12:00.003-04:002014-08-11T22:12:45.257-04:00What do they see?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is National S'mores Day, so enjoy the excuse to break out the graham crackers, chocolate bars and marshmallows!<br />
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In addition to traditional campfire enjoyment, you could roast the marshmallows over the grill, <a href="http://amuseabroad.blogspot.com/2012/07/smores-from-oven.html">toast inside in the oven</a> in case of poor weather, or try the super-cheater, slightly-tacky approach of roasting them over the stove (actually holding them on sticks over a hot stove set on high). In a pinch, the stove is fast and easy, with no prep or clean-up…not that we have ever tried it (ahem).<br />
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I don't know what it going on with the weather here, but I love it. The temperature has been stuck in the most gloriously comfortable range of the upper 70s to low 80s Fahrenheit (in the 20s Celsius). The rain and humidity that marked the early summer have passed for the moment. I know it's boring to talk about the weather, but I can't help it when it is this gorgeous. I learned the hard way last winter how quickly weather can affect mood, so it's no wonder we're all feeling rather content these days.<br />
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We bought school supplies this week. The girls don't go back until the first week of September, but that time is approaching so quickly. My big girl needed a flash drive this year, and of course, she insisted it be cute and fun. Three big box stores later (sigh), she found and loved <a href="http://www.amazon.com/PNY-16GB-Flash-Drive-P-FDI16GLEGOB-GE/dp/B00LEF3QUG/ref=sr_1_11?s=pc&ie=UTF8&qid=1407507101&sr=1-11&keywords=kids">this one</a>. My wise friend skipped that shopping nonsense and went to Amazon for all supplies in one place, where she also found <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=node%3D3151491&field-keywords=kids&rh=n%3A3151491%2Ck%3Akids">this fantastic selection</a> of flash drives for kids. Smart cookie.<br />
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Our school supply list dictates the kids' pencils should be labeled with their names. I have seen so many crazy attempts at doing this by hand, usually resulting in parental swearing. Two years ago, I ordered in bulk personalised pencils for my big girl, and she still hasn't run out. Even if you only want a dozen or so, <a href="http://www.explicitlyyourspencils.com/mafa2.html">this shop</a> is reasonable and ships quickly.<br />
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Thinking ahead to school lunches, I've been drawing inspiration and trying recipes from the lovely Kate of <a href="http://lunchlady.net.au/">Lunch Lady</a>. Her first post hit rather close to home, and the <a href="http://lunchlady.net.au/i-am-the-lunchlady/">Can't Be Flapjacked recipe</a> in it is delicious!<br />
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Speaking of lunches, our lunch boxes are <a href="http://planetbox.com/">these</a> (we have the Rover). This will be year #4 of use, and we still love them!<br />
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Still thinking about school lunches and also reminiscing about our camper trip, I had a lightbulb moment and remembered <a href="http://us.moo.com/products/minicards.html?gclid=CJ6fqsntg8ACFQQQ7AodaH8AEw">these</a>, which I bookmarked ages ago but never decided how to use until now. I uploaded 100 photos of the girls and our family from the past year and had them printed on mini cards for $20, giving us 50 lunches with a photo tucked inside for each kid. The backs of each mini card will be blank for little love notes. I can hardly wait to see them. I haven't told the girls.<br />
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Compared with some lists I have seen, our required supply lists were quite reasonable, giving us room to splurge on fun stuff here and there. Sometimes, it's the little things that help get them through the day. <br />
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Wishing you a wonderful weekend!<br />
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Finally, a bit of selfish sewing for me! After much waffling, I purchased and traced the <a href="http://www.shopwiksten.com/about">Wiksten</a> <a href="http://www.shopwiksten.com/product/tova-sewing-pattern-downloadable-pdf">Tova</a> top pattern…and there I stopped, waiting for a nudge. That nudge came in June on a weekend trip to Seattle, when I spied two Tova tops in one afternoon while wandering the boutiques of Ballard. Both Tova sewists were happy to share their process, and suddenly, the pattern seemed accessible. I let a good week of settling back into routine happen before I sorted through my fabric stash and cut the pieces. But again, I paused with uncertainty…until I found an old but still-kicking <a href="http://verykerryberry.blogspot.com/p/tova-sew-long.html">Tova sew-along</a> online. Woo-hoo!<br />
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Thank goodness for that sew-along. Despite the massive gushing amongst sewists online about the fabulous pattern design and easy instructions, I just squeaked by with a moderate amount of swearing during the bodice assembly. I really couldn't visualise what should be happening there. Then, the collar gave me fits and reduced me to tears after ripping it out twice. I think I was stressed beyond all my skill-set at that point and lost the plot. Unable to find any tips online for dealing with the collar, I felt like a lonely sewing failure. Sniff. I sadly hung up the almost-complete blouse and left it until our California trip was done…only to find I had no trouble at all with the collar when we returned. Clearly, I just needed to cool down.*<br />
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So, <i>was all the hype merited? Will I make this again?</i> <i><b>Definitely.</b></i> <br />
It's a gorgeous blouse, comfortable and classic, one that merits cutting into the precious Liberty I bought years ago (the highest compliment I can give, actually). The fabric I used on this first go-round is Japanese, Liberty-like, a solid trial run. It has a very similar weight and even similar pattern. I feel I ironed out a few my kinks with the pattern skills, and I am ready to repeat.<br />
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I adapted it slightly, using tips from the sew along. I doubled the fabric on the inset so I wouldn't need to wear a tank top underneath the thin fabric. I also reduced the hem length by almost 3", which surprised me because I have a long torso (think tunic-length on the pattern and adapt for a blouse). I almost wish I had understood the proportions better before cutting, because I probably would have gone for dress-length in this fabric and enjoyed a new sundress this summer. The Liberty will be a blouse, but I'm guessing there will be linen, voile, corduroy and flannel variations in my future (glorious ambition!). On my arms, the sleeves end up just below my elbows, which I find perfect for summer but I might increase the length in other fabrics. Now, I just need to try the <a href="http://www.shopwiksten.com/product/tank-top-sewing-pattern-downloadable-pdf">Wiksten tank</a>, and I will feel fully initiated into the fan club.<br />
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*Meg at <a href="http://www.elsiemarley.com/">elsiemarley</a> just shared a bit of her <a href="http://www.elsiemarley.com/stripy-suit.html">sewing and learning process</a> on her blog. I have found her site so encouraging and fun for her honesty and her attitude. She sews <i>awesome</i> clothes for her kids. It seems (to me) that she's always got something in the works, whereas I have a mountain of intentions (and the fabric stash to prove it)…but she makes it seem doable. It's not all shiny-happy-people-laughing-at-losers-with-store-bought-clothes; it's about channeling creative energy into the process of making, even when it results in a lot of swearing and some tears (so, so familiar). Thanks, Meg!<br />
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For over a year now, I've been using what we (affectionately) call my Weird Hippie Deodorant. I started using homemade deodorant out of curiosity. I had read about the horrible toxic chemical effects of certain components of store-bought deodorant, the concerns of aluminium residues, particularly for women and application near the breast area…and I just wanted to see what the alternative might be. I tried store-bought "natural" deodorants, all of which (for me) were a colossal fail. Many bloggers have tried and praised a simple homemade deodorant from <a href="http://chocolateandzucchini.com/recipes/other-recipes/homemade-natural-deodorant-recipe/">this recipe</a>:<br />
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During the summer months, my Weird Hippie Deodorant lives in the fridge. At room temperature, it becomes a mushy sludge that seems less effective than when it's a solid (probably because I accidentally apply too much sludge). Using it as a solid hockey-puck of deodorant is so easy. Just rub it on like regular deodorant and go. There is <a href="http://chocolateandzucchini.com/recipes/other-recipes/homemade-natural-deodorant-travel-friendly-recipe/">a recipe to make it more temperature-stable</a>, but I haven't tried it yet.<br />
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The upside?<br />
It doesn't stain clothes. <br />
It doesn't leave a lingering odour. <br />
Most importantly, I don't leave a lingering odour.<br />
This stuff really works. <br />
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Yes, you will sweat (maybe a lot). Your body is designed to sweat out impurities, and you will do that. It's not the most comfortable feeling, especially if you are used to wearing super-strength antiperspirants (and sweating anyway). If you do wear antiperspirant and make the switch, you will sweat even more for a while. Your body tries even harder to sweat when it is being chemically blocked, and it needs time to readjust once you take the chemical blockers away.<br />
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I have used this for a year before sharing because I wanted to give it a go through all the seasons. Our California camper van trip sealed the deal for me. My Weird Hippie Deodorant got too hot on the flight to CA and the coconut oil leached out of its container all over our toiletries (thankfully, it doesn't damage anything). I only had tiny bits of deodorant left. In the remote spots our first few nights, I actually couldn't find chemical deodorant in shops. There were only "natural" deodorants (it was California, after all), which I bought and re-confirmed do not work. I ended up scraping up and using the tiny bits of my homemade deodorant throughout the trip, and even those bits worked! I'm sold. <br />
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What do you think? Willing to give it a go?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-12528726335095662972014-08-05T10:29:00.002-04:002014-08-06T10:01:41.772-04:00On the road<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="333" mozallowfullscreen="" msallowfullscreen="" oallowfullscreen="" src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/25525120@N08/14841620284/player/" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe>
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Last month, our little family of four flew out to San Francisco and rented an old VW camper van. For just over a week, we puttered around to our hearts' content, not having much of a plan or any real notion of what we wanted to do. Hubby and I agreed in advance it might be a complete blast or a total bust, but either way, it would be a good story. The verdict: it was heaven. Who knew?<br />
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At first, the idea was to see the incomparable parks of California: Yosemite, Big Sur, Muir Woods… Even two months out, it became obvious that everyone else had the same idea. Campsites were fully booked. The crowds were tremendous. It wasn't for us. Expanding the search showed that nearly every campsite in a four-hour radius from San Francisco was fully booked for weeks to come. The trip was falling apart two months before it even started. That's when we threw up our hands, remembered the whole idea of the camper van is to be free birds with no real plan, and decided to see what comes. Hubby did manage to find a campsite for our first two nights at Lake Sonoma, just so we would have a destination on the first day. The fates (and the weather, thankfully) colluded to give us the nicest, simplest, easiest family holiday we've had in a long, long time. <br />
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That little camper stripped us down to the essentials: each other, a few days' worth of clothing, some basic groceries (hot tea first thing in the morning for Mama!), and freedom. There was surprisingly little cell phone reception along our route, so we really felt far from reality. I was amazed at how rural, open and undeveloped most of the areas were along Route 1. The scenery was fantastic. Our girls were awesome, listening to music and audiobooks/stories on their noise-cancelling headphones as we drove (a must, we admit in that old VW). Wading in the crystal-clear Russian River. Sea-kayaking near Mendocino. Camping on a horse ranch and enjoying a little horseback introduction in Bodega Bay. Did I mention the amazing food everywhere we went? We all want to go back, preferably now.<br />
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Get thee an old camper, friends. Off you go!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-32081977489373415412014-07-15T19:43:00.000-04:002014-08-06T10:06:23.720-04:00Checking in<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="333" mozallowfullscreen="" msallowfullscreen="" oallowfullscreen="" src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/25525120@N08/14841053451/in/photostream/player/" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe>
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Here we are, nearly six weeks into summer vacation. I can hardly believe it. It is going by so quickly. This afternoon, a good friend with bad allergies came for a visit, and her presence made me aware of all the dust in my home. Dust, cat hair, general untidiness (no funk, I assure you…the bathrooms and kitchen are not unclean!) and I realised how long it has been since I did much other than soak up summer with these two little girls and a lack of schedule. Hallelujah for that! How blessed and lucky!<br />
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For our fun craft project, we dove into <a href="http://artfulparent.com/2014/06/shaving-cream-marbling-with-liquid-watercolors.html">marbleized paper</a> à la <a href="http://artfulparent.com/">Artful Parent</a> with shaving foam and liquid watercolours. This is an excellent, satisfying summer project! I highly recommend you set it up outside with a ready hose to wash off all the extra shaving foam the kids cannot resist. Clean-up of the table and trays was simple too. The results: awesome. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-36773767802084728422014-06-20T14:57:00.002-04:002014-06-21T11:14:59.385-04:00Happy Homemade Sew-along<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="500" mozallowfullscreen="" msallowfullscreen="" oallowfullscreen="" src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/25525120@N08/14466389454/in/photostream/player/" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe><br />
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Success! This may be the first sew-along I have actually completed in the history of me trying to sew. Woo-hoo!<br />
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The hoodie is pattern S from Happy Homemade Vol 2, a Japanese sewing book (now available in English). I have sewn pants and tops from this book, but the hoodie stayed off my list 1) because my girls aren't big hoodie wearers and 2) (more importantly) the pattern made no obvious sense to me whatsoever. Japanese pattern books have illustrations for the major steps involved in each garment, but I couldn't make heads nor tails of the hood attachment. Enter Meg of elsiemarley and <a href="http://www.elsiemarley.com/happy-homemade-sew-along-day-four.html">her wonderful photo tutorial</a>, and voila--two completed and completely adorable hoodies! <br />
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Modifications: lined hood with contrast fabric, added kangaroo pockets (inside matches hood lining), and simply hemmed the bottom (no drawstring or elastic). <br />
Withstands constant motion with ease.<br />
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I think these would be great in knit fabric or fleece. The arms are a bit small and tight-fitting for the quilting cotton I chose. This is more noticeable for my big 8 year old girl, who is at the top end of the pattern fit spectrum. Hers--the pink polka dot--is a bit too small, if we're honest, but bless her, she said it was totally fine, though she didn't keep it on long enough for a picture. We may need to pass it on to a friend or save it for her little sister.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106229454044388604.post-24074022571639478232014-06-19T09:44:00.001-04:002014-06-19T09:44:21.829-04:00Craft for craft's sakeThis week, I'm participating in the <a href="http://www.elsiemarley.com/happy-homemade-sew-along-schedule-and-prizes.html">Happy Homemade Sew-along</a> with <a href="http://www.elsiemarley.com/">elsiemarley</a> and <a href="http://youandmie.com/">you and mie</a>. We're making the hoodie (pattern s) from Happy Homemade Vol 2, a Japanese pattern book I have used before and enjoy. While I suspect neither of my girls is particularly interested in wearing a hoodie, I'm sewing them up anyway. I can tell there is a fiddly bit to this pattern, so why not sew along with others who know what they are doing and can give some pointers? I already followed their lead on lining the hood with a contrast fabric and adding a kangaroo pocket on the front. I'm enjoying developing my sewing skills, and, whether they want a hoodie or not, both girls seem eager for me to finish their new tops. Win.<br />
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I've been reflecting on craft lately, how much and when to do and why. The other night, I read a scathing review of a publication I truly enjoy, a cause for more reflection. The criticism attacked the publication as elitist and anti-feminist (racist, hetero-centric…the list was long and unhappy), which made me feel more than a bit uncomfortable because I could see the point. If I still enjoy the publication, indeed I hope to successfully submit work there, what does that say about me and the values I promote? This morning, it seems clearer. It says simply that I don't see it that way. While one can read in those criticisms, one also cannot. Taken at face value, I find enjoyment and relaxation there, plain and simple.<br />
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I see the same attacks focused on particular blogs, on certain bloggers, criticisms for portraying their lives in a way others find threatening or showy or elitist or wholier-than-thou (yes, misspelling intended). At times, I have felt that way myself. During those times, I simply tune out. Honestly, those moments are more about my own insecurities than anything those bloggers portray. I don't think any of them intend to show how morally-, environmentally-, socially-, what-have-you-superior they are to the rest of us. They are sharing what they do because they enjoy it.<br />
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Which brings me back to craft. Strangely enough, craft for craft's sake can easily be seen as an elitist endeavour. In an age when buying ready-made clothing can be so cheap, when even high-quality goods can be less expensive than a similar handmade item, there may no reason left than the joy found in doing. At the end of the day, <a href="http://thesearethings.com/work/hatersgonnahate/">haters gonna hate</a>, but I can find enjoyment where I may (seems more appealing than the alternative).<br />
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Where are you finding joy these days? In a good read, in craft, in downtime or uptime or out-time or in-time…I hope you are finding some moments for yourself that make you smile.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742080780893323654noreply@blogger.com0