Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Week in Review: October 20-26

I noticed last week I didn't snap as many photos as usual. I think I was recovering from my amazing trip to Spokane from the week before, where I resided at the Bozarth Mansion for a women's retreat. I think it took me a few days to come down from that high. You know, living the life of luxury, where the bathroom in my bridal suite was as big as the living room is in my current duplex residence. Stuff like that. Wearing happy socks, I would descend the grand staircase every morning, hot drink in hand, ready for a relaxing day of teaching & worship & the chit-chatter of friendly new faces. I lived a few days of freedom. Freedom from the responsibility of cooking & cleaning & helping with homework & picking up after people & refereeing arguments between tiny humans. Stuff like that.
But I'm back now. Renewed, refreshed, refereeing, picking up things...



This Sunday at church the message was about forgiveness. I really needed to hear it. And this illustration was perfection: When you are doodling on an Etch-a-Sketch, what do you do when you mess up? You shake it until your drawing disappears, & then you start over, new. That's what it's like when you sin & you confess it to God: He shakes the Etch-a-Sketch of your life & you start over, new. (And bonus: He completely forgets your sin. He actually chooses to not remember what you've done.)
We all have that one big thing we've done, that we regret. We wish we could go back & change things. I know I have done a few of those big things. My friend, Julie, & I were just recently talking about "secrets". In fact, we had just eaten at Chipotle. (In Spokane. When I resided at the mansion. *sigh* The mansion...) And Chipotle has these cups printed with Cultivating Thoughts. Mine happened to be the Two-Minute Personality Test by Jonathan Safran Foer. The question I read aloud was this: "If your biggest secret became public, would you be forgiven?" We both chose not to share our biggest secret. I decided that if my secrets were made public I think I would be forgiven? Probably? But now Julie & I are just SO BEYOND curious as to what deep secret the other hides. haha!
There are no secrets when it comes to me & God. He knows everything. Like, EVERYTHING. But He still loves me & He for certain forgives me & He makes me new. Every day. Let me just say...this girl *points to self* gets shaken a lot.



Last week I was schooled in the subject of Dr. Who. The 12-year old wants to start watching the show, since all her friends at school talk about it. She wants to see what it's all about, you know? And I am clueless about that whole world. So I went to the experts: my Facebook Dr. Who fans. And I was immediately informed that I should stop calling him "Dr. Who". It's "Doctor Who". It's apparently his name & not a title. I am such an idiot. And all the Whovians giggled behind my back. I know it. I just know they did. Because they told me they did. And then I was like, "Is this Doctor man the same person, only played by different actors over the series? (You know, like the James Bond character, portrayed by a number of different actors in several of the movies.) Or are they all related somehow?" Again, more giggling. And then I got this response (bold highlights are my addition): "No, silly. The Doctor is a Time Lord. He's from a race of aliens who mastered time & have regenerative powers, you nit-wit. When they 'die' they come back as someone else, dummyhead."
I have decided that Zoey & I should start at Season 1 (2005), with Chris Eccleston. I will be the mommy sensor, pre-watching the shows. I sure hope I like them. Because this will be some sort of awful self-torture if I don't.



The family took a most amazing stroll by the river last Saturday afternoon. We wanted to take a walk in the morning, but I just couldn't be rushed. Lucky us, it's only a 5-minute drive from home. Our tree (our favorite spot to hang out at the river) was the most beautiful, happy yellow. The leaves are getting more awesome every day. She sits right by the water, next to her other tree friend. I snapped photos aplenty. And took many videos of Zoey. She's got this new YouTube account & I'm trying to play with video, learning a thing or two as we go along. It's quite funny to watch how she becomes a little bit of a character in front of the camera. Slightly animated, uninhibited. And when editing the videos, I am obsessed with making voices slo-mo. I crack up EVERY TIME. It never gets old.
On our walk, we oohed & aahed at the current art installation, about 50 yarn-bombed trees at Howard Amon Park. We found nature treasures, we threw rocks, we fed geese & they chased us & I screamed, we sipped hot drinks, we people-watched. And on a side note: when a big daddy person swings with his daughter in public? Cutest ever.
Saturdays are meant for lovely bouts of spontaneity such as this.



The big girl had her first middle school orchestra concert. When her 6th grade group played, the teacher led them in their first piece. I listened, trying my hardest to find whatever rhythm they were on, but I just couldn't find it. Once I thought I found the melody. Nope, lost it. For the past couple weeks Zoey has been stressing out about the concert, saying, "Mom! We don't sound good at all!!!" She was right. They sounded horrible. It was a jarbly, garbly, mess of sound. I immediately felt embarrassed for them. I felt so uncomfortable. The song ended, the students rose & bowed. The audience awkwardly clapped. And then the teacher revealed that it was all a joke. PHEW! Like, I seriously breathed a giant PHEW! The man's hair in front of me acutally moved about from my breath.  And then I was the loudest one in the audience, laughing. I was just so relieved. HAHA! (Zoey's statement earlier was all an act on her part.) Well played, you pranksters.



Pazely & I were outside this weekend, looking at the mushrooms that have sprouted in our yard. And then suddenly I had the idea to paint faces on them. Just because. So we grabbed some supplies, & whatever tiny props we could find, & had the best time ever! The Mr. thinks we're nuts. But my Facebook & Instagram followers LOVED our creations. Check out our mushrooms HERE. At the end of the day, Pazely said, "I had so much fun!!" Is that all it takes? I like this girl.



I will just say this, right now: November 2nd is going to be my newest favorite day. I am very much looking forward to that extra hour of sleep. Does anyone throw Daylight Savings Time Ends parties? Because I would totally go to that shindig.

Have a lovely week!

For a photo play-by-play, click HERE.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Week in Review: October 13-19

Ooh! My Week-in-Review is so warm & cozy this week! I LOVE it.
I haven't blogged my W.I.R. in a while now. So, if you're sippin' a cup of coffee or hot cocoa or tea or some other delicious fall-inspired drink, just sit back. Relax. And read. Because this is where I blabber about my week & whatever else I feel like chatting about. Writing is my therapy. And I appreciate you stopping by!


This weekend a friend invited me to go to her church's women's retreat. It was in Spokane, WA at Bozarth Mansion. What an absolutely beautiful home! I practically skipped around the property with my camera, snapping random things, snapping all the things. It was built in 1911, & full of old details that I just couldn't get enough of. My friend, Julie, & I stayed in the bridal suite. haha! 
The whole weekend I was surrounded by women I didn't know. But they were so kind & lovely. Which meant I followed Julie around like a scared puppy only half the time. The speaker was really good—I got lots of tasty nuggets for my soul. And worshiping in a setting like that with all of our soft pretty voices was a special sound.
The Mr. was a champ for watching the girls at home. He fed them donuts for breakfast & frozen meals for dinner. They stayed up late all weekend, ate piles of frozen yogurt, skipped rocks, played with friends, went to the park, & walked along the river.
Apparently all the fun stuff happens when I'm gone. 
It WAS hard to leave the mansion. And the atmosphere of not needing to be needed all the time, of duty & responsibility. Escaping reality for a brief moment is a good thing. A necessary thing. Sometimes you don't realize you need something until you receive it. This weekend was just that for me.
And just so you know: Waking up on a foggy fall morning in a mansion is magical.


I love mustard. As in: the color. I treated myself to a mustard-colored cardigan from Target a few months ago. I actually gasped when I saw it. (I have a friend who says when she sees anything colored "mustard" pop up on her Pinterest wall, she knows it's me that pinned it. And she's right.) Now that the autumn is upon us, I can wear that warm, cozy cardigan. And I do. Like, all the time. I should have bought 3 or 4 or 12 of those sweaters. I want to be like those TV or movie characters that open their closets & have the same outfit draping from each hanger. My repetitive outfit of choice would be jeans + random t-shirt + mustard cardigan. 
Last week my mother had this brilliant idea to paint all 4 outside doors of her house. 
She asked, "What color should I paint them?"
Mustard.
Of course.
So we went to Home Depot & color-matched my sweater to the perfect shade. The color we actually chose is "Rice Curry". But I renamed it "Nikki's Cardigan". 
Her doors look AMAZING.


My sister & mother & I continue to get together every month for breakfast & tea. We had a little cry this time. Which seems a customary happening since grandmother passed away four months ago. Grandmother is missed so much. And the ache in my heart continues because she is gone. I'm trying to think of little things to do to honor her. Even little seemingly insignificant things. Like, the knitted piece I'm working on, (to yarn bomb a tree), was made casting on 92 stitches—to represent the 92 years my grandmother lived on this earth. I'm thinking of attaching it to a tree near the benches she used to rest on when she walked at the park by the river.
I am anxious for more chilly weather to arrive, so I can wear the cat sweatshirt & plaid flannel she always wore. 


Have you seen the 15-second stop-motion video I made? It was a fun little "just because" project I did as a promotional tool for my blog. A mini commercial, if you will. Picking songs to go with videos is so much fun. Take a peek HERE. Hope you like it! And please share it, if you do!


In case you haven't heard on my WhiMSy love facebook page, I am working on a D.I.Y. Christmas Crafty Countdown Blog Extravaganza. Or just D.I.Y.C.C.C.B.E. for short. Haha! Not really. I don't know what I'll call it.
 EVERY SINGLE DAY, starting Black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving) & running through Christmas Eve, I will post an original do-it-yourself tutorial on the blog! 
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. 
That's TWENTY-SEVEN projects! 
Who's ready for a month of crafty fun with this girl?
And, phew! There's a lot of work going on in the background here: Brainstorming, crafting, snapping photos of each step, editing photos, scheduling blog posts, cleaning up one mess so I can make another mess, etc. Trying to get a head start on everything means I HAVE to craft. I HAVE to. (hee! hee!) I am loving my days, scattered with craftiness in-between all the mom & wife stuff.
But it is KILLING ME to keep all these projects secret. I am seriously dying at all the cuteness that I can't share. Yet. And what has always happened in the past is that I get a cool idea in my head, but then I forget about it, or don't share it fast enough---&, before I know it, someone else has the SAME idea! And so then my cool idea becomes NOT my cool idea. I'm freaking out, hoping my ideas will still be original by the time they post. Is that weird? I know I'm not the only one this happens to.
Though there is still much work to be done, thirty-nine days is an awful long time to still have to wait. 
Dear Thanksgiving: Hurry up & get here!!!


Well, here's to a grand week!
Happy Monday!

For a photo play-by-play, click HERE.







Friday, October 10, 2014

DIY: Glitter & Bejeweled Spider Rings

I love the creative process. Lately I've been crafting behind the scenes, prepping for my month-long Crafty Christmas Countdown on the blog, (to begin Black Friday & run EVERY DAY through Christmas Eve!) & so I'm making & making & making stuff all day. Every day. Random ideas for a project will pop into my head & I just run with it. It's so fun when that happens! Today, while working on Christmas crafty stuff, this Halloween spider ring idea popped into my brain. It's a bit chaotic in the WhiMSy love house. You should see the dining table. Let me rephrase that: You CAN'T see the dining table. Stuff everywhere. The Mr. loves it. (Not.)
This project is so simple. So easy. Like, it'll take you minutes to complete. And your daughters will fight over which ones are their favorites.

**I realize that most spiders have 8 eyes. But CRAFTY spiders, you see, have however many eyes you want them to have. So there.

 •The glitter is from EK Success, & it is AWESOME!
•I went to Goodwill & found the rings. I got a bajillion for 88cents!
•The artwork in the background is from a little Pazely girl. I love the fanged creatures!