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Rabu, 31 Maret 2010

Future's So Bright

I'm trying to stay optimistic that sunny weather is just around the corner... So with that in mind, thinking I'm going to need a new pair of sunglasses this year. I've been sporting the Rayban Wayfarers for a couple years - it's time for an update.



So, now the search begins... leaning towards Oversized or Round Retro. Also loving the resurgence of cat-eyes, but haven't seen a pair I really love for me. And is it just me or does $150 seem like quite the limit for money spent on sunglasses? (Rendering both above options obsolete, but still fun to look at...)

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Dear Martha, I learned how to fold towels thanks to you.

When it was just baby Emma and me hanging out all day, I spent a whole lot of time soaking up Martha Stewart. I subscribed to her magazine and watched her show religiously. I loved hearing her knowledge on entertaining, housekeeping, and cooking.


Martha likes earth tones, I like earth tones. Martha doesn't like wallpaper, I don't like wallpaper. Martha thinks insider trading is okay, I think insider trading is okay. We could be related, we have so many similarities.


Before her stint in prison, I learned the proper way to fold a towel. Useless information you think? Then you've never seen my towel cupboard. Not an exposed towel edge in sight and they are all the same, perfect size and shape. It is a thing of beauty.


I've passed my neurosis knowledge on to my children and Emma is now a pro towel folder. She thinks it so so fun to fold towels that she uses the technique on the baby's blankets too. Remi's blanket/burp cloths are the envy of other babies, I'm sure.

Yes, I'm a blessed woman. Just watch....





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Selasa, 30 Maret 2010

Sing with me, "These Boots Were Made Like Slippers," and "Please, Do Fence Me In."


Can you believe these boots were only $1 each?






I love end of season sales. My original thought was so give the girls these boot/slippers for Christmas, so I bought them big. But then Mandy got into this phase where she HAS to wear shoes around the house. Since all her shoes are incrusted with mud (how does this happen?), I tried to think of another option. I remembered the slippers and viola!







Who knew something so simple could make 2 little girls so happy. Ask them how they feel when they don't get any Christmas presents, but at least they'll have the memories. Just joking. Maybe.


For those of you wondering if Emma is wearing stilts. No, she's just growing like a weed, 3 inches since Christmas.


And no, I don't let Emma wear this skirt out in public without leggings. Wowsa, it looks short in this picture.



In other news.... do you know what makes me incredibly happy?








These guys.







And this fence that looks so fantastic. More on that later.



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Just Discovered

Today I had the pleasure of stumbling across the blog Color Collective (created by a fellow Portlander - shout out!)... wonderful color palette inspiration - go see for yourself!


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Minggu, 28 Maret 2010

Hooray!

Look! My new Swedish Hasbeens have arrived and I am over the moon about them!!!



It was a bit chilly in Portland today (with a touch of rain) so, I wore them with skinny jeans and polka dot socks. I can tell the leather will need some breaking in, so the socks (or tights) are probably a good call to start. Come Summer I can just imagine them with bare legs and a short, flirty skirt - magnifique!

Sizing: I am most often a 6.5 and the 37 is just right. If you're a half-size, I definitely recommend going up in size (example: size 8.5? Buy the 39). All-in-all and excellent shoe! For those who are interested, I ordered mine via Endless. Read More.. Read More..

Jumat, 26 Maret 2010

Raw Hide!

There was a day in the not-too-distant past when I new nothing, literally nothing, about agriculture. My dad's family had a farm when he was young and inevitably at family gatherings, talk would turn to the good ol' days on the farm. What I heard: "Bwa, bwa, bwa, bwa, bwa, bwa." I had no interest in farming, or tractors, or cows. I should have been listening more closely, it would have saved me from looking like a complete idiot on a daily basis. See the "howdy wave" post.

I married a farmer not because I loved farming, but because I fell in love with this guy's forearms and he happened to be a farmer. Perhaps part of my allure was that I was a blank slate. In a good way of course. I didn't know the difference between a John Deere and a New Holland. I truly thought that farmers chose the paint color for whatever tractor based on whether they liked red, or blue, or green. Like cars.

I also thought that a cow was a cow was a cow. What's the difference between a steer and a bull? No idea. A Jersey and a Black Angus? I'm hungry for a hamburger for some reason.

The road to understanding this great life in agricultural has been a fascinating one. And occasionally painful to my nose (manure) and my laundry pile (manure again).

Last week we sold our calves as we do every year at this time. Occasionally I long for my innocence before I understood the hard, tiring work that goes into growing things from scratch. I miss the days when I thought that bread came from the store, McDonald's served yummy hamburgers, and fruit magically appeared in the produce department at Safeway.

Ignorance is bliss and you'll never be the same again....


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The calves are usually born in the spring. That happens because of strategic planning with the bulls. Kind of takes the romance out of it. The cows have their babies and graze on the fertile fescue fields all summer. The calves are so cute scampering about in the sunshine.





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When the rain comes and the fields get too muddy for grazing in the late fall, the hardworking farm guys move all the cows, and their calves to the barn at our house. At this point, Jeff monitors and feeds them morning and at night, 7 days a week.

There are some icky details that I will spare you like how a boy cow goes from bull to steer and how the calves are taken away from their mamas and cry all night long.

The general purpose of bringing them into the barn is to feed them and fatten them up. Jeff and his dad grow their own hay, straw, and grain, and then feed it through the winter. A nice situation economically speaking, although it assures that the work is never done.



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When the calves are about a year old, it's time for selling. The price goes by weight, so in this instance, chubby is better. The calves are marched through this chute into a trailer.



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Goodbye our beautiful bovine! Emma cried really hard, finally understanding this year what the process was all about. With young kids, every moment of conversation is a teachable moment. Lately, Emma has been asking what kind of animal we are eating at our meals. Ham = pig, hamburger = cow, chicken = chicken, and so on. As the cows were being loaded and taken away Emma asked, "Are you going to eat me for meat when I die?" A teachable moment about cannibalism.




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Mmmm. Tastes like chicken.



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The calves were taken away in style. This trailer is double decker with a lovely sweeping staircase in the foyer. Sure, the occomodations were tight, but with such luxurious surroundings, no one was complaining. Very much.


The buyer of our cows will take them to his feed lot and probably sell them for slaughter [tried to find a nicer word than slaughter and couldn't find one] in late summer after they put on even more weight.


In our lot remains the mama cows who are oblivious to the process, but I imagine they notice it is much quieter now. They will go on to meet with their favorite bull of the month and have more babies to scamper about in the sunshine. And so it continues....


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Kamis, 25 Maret 2010

For Spring

1. A new cross-body bag: Must be black leather and small. I was hoping to find something thrifted, but when you have no time to go shopping, you don't find what you're looking for. I have had my eye on this knotty version from Anthropologie, but I am can't decide if I love it or hate it - What do you think?


2. Clogs: Just ordered these... Crossing my fingers that they will work out. I have such bad luck with ordering footwear online!


3. Straw Hat: Ok, this Karen Walker straw hat may be a little too dramatic in heigth... I have yet to find a style of straw hat that looks good on me. But headwear is so cute now with the bangs (p.s. I got bangs)


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Rabu, 24 Maret 2010

Hair today and gone tomorrow

There is something about spring that makes me restless with my hair.

With all that is important going on in the world, I'm concerned with hair. Shallow I know. But the way I see it, I better go crazy with what I can because pretty soon our gonverment will find a way to control what I do with my hair too.






I was playing around at DailyMakeover.com again. Such a fun place to get lost on a rainy afternoon while the kids nap. Just upload a picture of yourself and instantly change your outward appearance -- no sit-ups required. A new feature is available that allows you to copy a celebrity's look. Can you guess which of my above glamor shots is borrowed from Jennifer Aniston? Or Shakira? Are the purple earrings too much?

In all seriousness [and this is really serious], I'm thinking of changing my hair. For real. Not just on the computer. I am currently growing out my A-line and that leaves me with a rather boring blah, blah brown "bob." Although someone gave me a compliment the other day and said, "I love your hair because it never looks super perfect." How sweet.... maybe. Sort of. I'll take what I can get.

Emma thinks we should both grow our hair out this year and get our hair cut when she is six (in November) to "give to children who are trying not to die." She's pretty convincing when she puts it that way. Emma's friend Heidi told her about Locks of Love and Emma thinks it is a great idea. I'm not opposed to having long hair again, but I would need to change the color or something.

Here are my options:


  • black
  • brown with red hi-lights
  • black with bangs
  • red with bangs
  • pink [Emma's choice] with or without bangs



* Please note that "brown with bangs" is not an option because I tried that and was so often confused with my mother that it grew annoying. Not that I don't adore my mother and think that she is gorgeous, but people were actually saying things like, "Sherri, you haven't aged a bit," and "Where's Tom? It's been ages." Ya, like 25 years or so. *




If you would take a moment to forget about everything else important in this world and vote on my little survey, I would appreciate it. Leave a comment with any suggestions.



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Looks like I wasn't the only one having fun...







Just like mommy....








Emma as a brunette:



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The Cheaper Chicken


Since I can't really fathom myself buying/affording this bag, here's the next best thing...


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Senin, 22 Maret 2010

Go Buy Now

LOVE this gem t-shirt by Lizzy Janssen and Print Liberation.



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No.6 Clothing

Have you checked out the new No.6 Clothing over at La Garconne? Cutest dresses, right?!?!



I love pretty florals on black ground, tones down the sweetness a little. Wonder if my luck with their clothing would be better than their shoes.... (Speaking of, did I ever tell you I finally bought a pair of No.6 clog booties and they fit me terribly! I am usually a 6.5 and I tried both the 37 (too small) and 38 (too big). Some shoes just don't fit some people correctly... but it was a very sad moment for me because I loved them so!) Read More.. Read More..

Minggu, 21 Maret 2010

Stranded. In a good way.

I recently heard a guy speaking on marriage. "Rekindle the flame" or something like that. He said to look deep into your spouse's eyes and remember why you fell in love.

I thought for a moment and do you know the first thing that came to mind? I remember my spouse's forearms. New love requires nothing deep. It takes off like a forest fire from a spark. And my spark was a tanned, muscled forearm as it flexed one early springs day 9 years back. He was shifting through the gears while driving his pick-up truck and I was mesmerized. There may have been drool dripping off the side of my lip. That drool could be why it took him 4 months to ask me out. I would have followed him to the moon and my only knowledge of him was that he made me feel all ooy-gooy and he could skillfully drive a large standard transmission vehicle.

I wrote out our love story last year. If you missed it and have positively nothing better to do for the next hour, you may link back (is your Motivated Mom Check-list complete?):

Part I





After a summer of fun flirtation, 2 months of dating, and a 4 month engagement, we pledged our forevers to eachother.

We had NO IDEA what we were getting into.

While I still think his forearms are sexy and strong, my love for him is so much deeper now. It better be. I think the marriage guru had it a bit off when he encouraged couples to think back to the beginning. The love we've nurtured over the last 8 years comes from enduring the hard times, embracing the fantastic moments, skipping, walking, and/or crawling through each day together. Ask me about love during the last 8 years and I think of more than the physical:


he encourages my gifts and spoils me. I wouldn't know the first thing about photography without him.

mows the lawn after working a long day and enjoys it.

teaches our tiny babies to wrestle. No wonder he always gets the first laugh.

wakes up in the middle of the night to check on the baby.

is completely blind to my physical flaws.

helps me change my non-physical flaws with kindness.

is wowed by God every day and is thankful for our blessings.

cleans the kitchen.

makes waffles for his girls.

is okay with peanut butter and jelly for a meal.

thinks I make the best peanut butter and jelly ever. I challenge you to a bake off. Or would it be a sandwich off?

not to mention all the providing and hard work he does on a daily basis.


The 22nd is our anniversary. Woohoo! I put together a video of pictures of love over the last 8 years. I enjoy this song by Matthew Price (my brother-in-law, Paul, is drumming for him now). "Stranded" is not about love being all roses, but about having fun in the midst of real life.

And that's us. Making paradise out of one day at a time...






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Spring Accessory Roundup

Pop over to Lucky to see a few of my must-have accessories for Spring.


Big thanks to Lucky for featuring Camp Comfort in the mag and inviting me to guest blog! And HELLO to new readers that found this little blog via Lucky - Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy Camp Comfort! Read More.. Read More..

Sabtu, 20 Maret 2010

Kamis, 18 Maret 2010

Notes to Self

A few recent musings over at Lucky...


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Wedding day jitters

Once upon a time,
in a land far south of here,
in a time over 2 and a half decades ago,
there were 2 little sisters and one beautiful wedding.

The older sister was asked to carry flowers in the wedding along with her cousin. The little children had just turned 6 years old.

The little sister had just turned 3 years old and was thought to be too young to carry flowers in the wedding, let alone make it down the aisle.

The 3 year old did not agree. The girl's kind mother sought to ease her youngest daughter's disappointment by scrimping and saving fabric to make a matching dress for the 3 year old. She loved her beautiful pink dress that bounced when she walked and fluffed when she twirled. This led the little girl to believe she was also in the wedding.

When the day came, the youngest little girl was devastated to learn she had no flowers to carry, no aisle to walk down. She sat with her uncle during the wedding and cried.




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I was the little sister and I remember many details from the day. I remember the dress clearly. I remember  sitting next to my uncle and watching the other children walk down the aisle. I remember watching pictures being taken and seeing my sister grin for the camera in her matching dress.

As a real, live, sorta smart, grown-up, I completely understand why I was not asked to be in the wedding. 2 and 3 year olds are like temperamental cats. But at least cats are potty trained. I get it. I see the reasoning. But that itty-bitty girl inside still wants to be in the wedding as a flower girl.


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It is hard to believe that Mandy is near the age that I was for that wedding when my sister was a flower girl and I was not. She is 2 and a half.

Mandy's temperament is much different than mine. I was shy and cared so much about what people thought. Mandy is far more social and oozes self-confidence. She doesn't have a shy bone in her body. Mandy is certain the world revolves around her, so it leaves very little time for analyzing social protocol.

Emma is in a wedding in a few weeks. She has her clothes all ready to go and is more excited than you can believe. Mandy could care less. Yet, when I overheard this conversation, a little piece of me felt like an itty-bitty girl again who cared a whole lot:

Emma: I'm going to be in a wedding and you're not.

Mandy: Why?

Emma: Because I'm a big girl and you're not.

Mandy: Why?

Emma: Because I'm 5. And so is Benton. He's 5 too. You are not in my wedding.



Mandy said, "ok" and ran off. She really doesn't care. And I shouldn't either.



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Sniff. Sniff.

Don't worry about me. I went on to be in plenty of weddings. Not as a flower girl. I was a candle lighter once and a bride's maid 5 times. Better yet, I got to be the bride once! I got the pretty dresses and the pretty matching shoes and I got to be in plenty of photographs. (For the record, I've never worn any of those dresses again).

Mandy will be okay too. She has a new dress, although she mentioned new shoes the other day. I'm pretty sure she is manipulating my sympathies. Such a girly-girl.

This wedding is a special one for me. It's for my cousin and his sweetheart. They have a beautiful relationship and history that proves God writes the best love stories. And they asked me to be the photographer. Ack! Do they know that I have no idea what I'm doing? I'm honored and privileged to do it and will excitedly share the pictures with you after the wedding.

*I'm praying that none of my pre-wedding nightmares come true. So far, I've been blind and still tried to photograph the wedding. I forgot the battery to my camera. I showed up late. I got lost on the way even though I've been to the site a hundred times at least. I got to the wedding and there was another photographer... a real one.*




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Rabu, 17 Maret 2010

Selasa, 16 Maret 2010

Now & Later: Striped Dress

When I saw this dess from Topshop, I instantly fell in love. This flirty little number is perfect for transitioning into Spring.... Wondering how I would wear it Now & Later? Head over to Lucky blog to check it out!

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The House the un-Cleans Itself

You are familiar with barnacles, right? They are those strange sea creatures that attach themselves to rocks on the ocean shores. You can see them when the tide goes out and there they cling to every surface they can find. I have them in my house. Not sea creatures, but stuff, stuff, and more stuff. When the whirling tide of family life resends for a moment, "clutter barnacles" can be seen on all available horizontal space. If there is a shelf by the back door to set something on, stuff will get set there. The top of the piano, the mantle, the dining room table, the desk in the kitchen, the top of the hutch.... these are my trouble spot.

I wish I could tell you there is an easy fix. If only there was some 76 step process that would rid us all of clutter barnacles for good. I've done the research, my children have added their stuff to mine to help with my experiments and I've discovered only one universal, frustrating, tiring solution: clutter requires constant tidying and pick-up.

Having a place for everything and everything in its place is a huge step in the right direction. I've talked about "The House That Cleans Itself" before and I love the book for all its organizational genius. I followed the principles in the book last year and Jeff built a shelf for the back entry. It is just what we needed for the spot and I'm not sure how we functioned without it.

My house has been cleaner and tidier lately and not because I figured out how to add more time to my day. I simply figured out how to be more productive with the time I have. The Motivated Moms Checklist has made all the difference. I highly, highly, highly recommend it. I'll write a whole post on it at another time because it has changed my life. I'm not even being overly dramatic. Truly. Changed. My. Life. For the better.

But I still have barnacles. It is constant and I think it is totally normal for a family to have clutter. But I'm working on my organizational methods so that tidying up isn't stressful, painful, frustrating, and tiring.


Trouble Spot #456:


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This is the highest barnacle shelf in my home: the top of the hutch in the dining room. It is pretty much the only place that my really agile children with their go-go gadget arms and scaling devices cannot reach.

You are looking at everything I don't want them to touch without direct supervision:


  • Play Doh. Otherwise known as let's-get-the-150-piece-set-out-and-make-a-huge-mess-and-be-entertained-for-less-than-2.46-minutes.

  • Beads. Who's crazy idea was it to think beads were a fantastic craft project for preschoolers? I think that was me because I knew the girls would love them. I was right, both girls LOVE threading beads onto ribbons. Then, Mandy usually gets bored first and all the beads end up on the floor where I chase said beads around with the broom.

  • The "washable" markers that aren't actually washable. Everyone is so concerned about lead paint on toys these days. Well, someone should really start lobbying against faulty marker labeling. We have 2 sets of markers in our home labeled "washable" that are anything but. I have the marked up table, floor, and walls, and couch to prove it. It does seem to wear off children's skin within a few days. And that is the good news.

  • Puzzles, puzzles, and more puzzles. Puzzles are a great source of entertainment. I just need to know the who, what, when, and where of all puzzle activities. Unsupervised puzzle-ing ends up with 19 pieces missing out of each box hidden somewhere with all the missing sock mates and then there was Georgia and Wisconsin from the the US puzzle that went through the wash. Hence, all the puzzles park on top of the hutch.

  • Various other "supervision required" items.



My natural instinct says that nothing should be on top of the hutch. Mmm. *Insert dreamy, wistful look*. That would look so nice and clutter free. It should stay un-cluttered. Yes, yes it should. But it will not.  Experience has made me smarter. If I found a new location for everything, it would look nice for a few days, until I needed to get the "needs supervision" items out of reach again.

What was necessary was something to contain the items that I know will end up there anyway. Plus, I wanted the containers to be easily accessible when I was supervising their use at the table. They should be pretty to look at too because it is necessary for balance in my life. I'm weird that way. Function must be accompanied by form. I was willing to spend a few dollars. Do I need to remind you of how terrible it looked before?



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Emma actually stumbled on the perfect containers. I was looking for baskets, but they were too expensive. The dollar store had a lot of $1 quality items. Emma saw some large bowls and said, "Look mom, these would be perfect." And they were. Watch out, this girl has an eye for design and she's only 5 years old.

She found the perfect thing at Wal-Mart. Plastic (function) and a beautiful red (form) and the price was $1.50 each.


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I organized the top of the hutch during the children's rest time. For those of you curious about whether Emma still naps, no, she usually does not sleep. But every single day she rests quietly at the same time as Mandy and Remington. Some women run marathons as a major accomplishment in their lives; I get three children sleeping/resting at the same time every day. That is my major accomplishment.



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Oh, the dreaded markers. Washable, my %^#$&^@. Crayola's Color Wonder markers are a fabulous scam idea if you want to continually invest in the special color books and paper. In the meantime, I now closely watch the girls with their "washable" markers.



The result is a very practical containment system that is still out of reach. Plus, it looks nice and tidy too.



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Being organized feels so good!

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