Though I think I have done so before in this space, I must confess to my less than stellar presence in the kitchen. Sure, I love to bake all sorts of delicious treats. But really, when it comes to the stuff that provides substance (like meals), let's just say there is room for growth. Ahem. I can cook up the basics (soups, tacos, beans and rice, bake chicken, pizza, and so on). But I'm far from the kind of person who would ever blog about what I serve up to my family for dinner. Really, my meals need not to be mentioned to the public.
In the past, I've blamed this flawed characteristic of mine to two factors: small, cramped, dark, perpetually dirty kitchens, and to a husband who likes to cook more than I do.
I think I've got to work on honing the craft of feeding my family. The kitchen (or lack of a decent one) is no longer an excuse. It's happy working spot in this home, for sure. And I think I'm warming up to it just fine. So far, I've made bread (sandwich and pizza crust). Not to mention, I've got a trusty batch of brownies baking as I type. And I'm wearing an apron.
Well, after several exciting and busy days, Beatrix, the two year old, is napping peacefully in her bedroom for the first time in nearly a week. So, I take that as a good sign that we are doing okay. Napping little one = peace and calmness, right?
There are still many things to do around here. Some little, like placing hooks around the house (I LOVE to hang things that can be hung!). Some larger, like rebuilding the chicken coop. Yikes, poor Byron. That man must really love me.
I love him fiercely and I also love this new house in a big way! I feel sort of undeserving of it though. That this house should be home to those other kinds of people. Not us. Not the down-to-earth, thrifting, humble upbringings, perfectly imperfect, kind of people Byron and myself are. Oh well, I guess I can get over that. Perhaps, we are at a point in our lives where we are due to know what 1500 square feet of living space feels like. It feels grown up, that's what it feels like! Two bathrooms - holy cow!
I just hope nothing catastrophic happens next week or in the near future. I have a terrible habit of worrying like hell that when something good happens in my life, something tragic is looming right around the corner. That one day, all of the blessings that have graced my days will catch up with me in a big way. Oy. That's probably not a healthy habit, or maybe it is. Hmm... good lesson on keeping it real, eh?
After two solid days and nights of moving more and more and more boxes (we thought we were minimalist) into this house, I think we are almost done with that part. A couple of rooms are looking lived in and cozy. I can't wait to tackle the to do list and scratch off odds and ends like crazy. Until then...I'll be capturing the process as we go along making this 1930's house our home.
Today, after leaving The Natural Child, Bea and I had quite a rare errand to complete with Byron. We travelled out of Austin to a quaint small town, signed our names about 1000 times, after which we were handed two sets of keys to our new home. Yay!
Tonight is the last night we will sleep in our little cottage that has been our home for nearly two years. Much love and growth has filled these walls in that small amount of time. From first steps to first sentences and everything in between. From flour imprinted toddler foot prints in the kitchen to our season of chicken coop building. There is so much in so little. I am forever grateful for the memories.
Tomorrow, on the first day of Autumn, a new season begins for this little family. We will begin the process of moving into what feels like a dream (at least to me) home. A home filled with giant, old windows and wood floors in a historic community with a town square equipped with antique shops, a used bookstore, and coffee shops.
What did I do to deserve such a life?
Right now, I'm feeling giddy and pooped. I'm also counting my blessings and so very ready for a new day.
Being two and a half is hard work. I am constantly awed (and exhausted) by the seemingly infinite amounts of personality, perseverance, independence, and determination that is packed into a little body not yet even three feet tall.
Still, by the end of a long, tiring day, all is forgotten, all is well, when I open the door to her bedroom and I see this innocent, peaceful little face. She is, after all, just a sweet, growing little girl. My little girl. Sweet dreams dear.
This photo is 1 of about 4 photos that I took this weekend. Our Saturday and Sunday was a blur of business. I kept thinking that if someone spotted our little family from way up high in the atmosphere, we'd look very much like squirrels or chipmunks - scurrying around, gathering, storing, and preparing for the changes that lie ahead.
The ultimate highlight of my weekend was the 90 minutes I spent alone. I took a drive downtown, admired the dark rain clouds that sprinkled rain drops on our city, and...and...slowly perused through Anthropologie. Ah....what a joy. I couldn't stop smiling and touching and patting and dreaming. It was a much needed and unexpected respite from the busyness of the home front.
The autumnal equinox is this coming Friday. I cannot wait. I am so eager for the new season.
Ah. It rained today for about 20 minutes. Just enough for the little one to get her hair wet. She was so excited. "Mommy, the clouds opened up for us!" she exclaimed. Then, off she would go, rolling her stroller up and down the walkway, singing her favorite rain song.
Oh, how I do hope with all my might that this shower signals change that is due to grace us...We are so desperate for it.
It's unfortunate that I'm hardly in this space these days. I hope to return one day soon. This summer has been a real kicker. We're fine. Happy and good - but zapped of inspiration to create and do and with few words or photos to share. Survival mode....
Looking forward to a new season and hoping all is well in your world.
Right now, my curtains are open, their windows are up, a warm breeze is blowing in, and I can almost feel the motivation to start doing again. I can't wait to have something to talk about besides the weather!
What a summer? Hottest ever. Driest ever. We are all so done with it. Except that it's not quite over.
I keep humming, "It's better to burn out than to fade away"...isn't that Neil Young?
Central Texas is on fire. Yes, in every direction surrounding us there are serious, threatening wildfires. Dire indeed. Two dear friends of mine evacuated from their homes yesterday. Their entire neighborhood of 4000 homes is in danger as a wildfire rages through their green spaces and streets. In the opposite direction, a fire 16 miles long and six miles wide rages through neighborhoods, state parks, farm land, and such.
This kind of thing can't go on. Can it?
Yesterday was hot - over 100 - and so darn dry. Winds were gusting up to 50 mph. Dust was blowing everywhere. Clouds of dust like I've never seen before. It's a situation that makes one stop and ponder knowing that nothing good can come from such conditions. And sure enough it wasn't.
My heart goes out to the families, the wildlife, the farm life - all life - that must find a way to endure the devastation that the collection of these brutal variables brings.
Change must be on it's way.
Our little family is safe and sound. We've had the discussion of what would we take with us if we suddenly had to evacuate. In the end, our list is quite short.
Sure, I love my collection of thrifted furniture and pyrex, my sewing machine, and books. Really though, would my heart break if I lost them? Nah.
Please dear friends, send thoughts of rain - lots of it - the steady, all day, kind of rain - downpours - well, anything really. We sort of need it right now.