Live In a Box

We moved the cabinet that was holding our TV in our room, out to the front. Now it holds all of my MAKE STUFF stuff. I want to live in it.




It's the one place in the house that is super organized, has everything in one place, and isn't too shabby on the eyes. I just need to buy some very cute new pulls for the front and it will be entirely perfect. Or nearly so. I'm not sure if it will stay this color green. My plans for the area it is in are not solidified and oh so far from being a reality. For now, it is a cheery spring green and that is fine.

I've even pulled the table down on the right and used it to sew. It is such a luxury having everything right there when I need it.

In the future it will solely contain sewing paraphernalia, but for now it also bears anything and everything under the heading artsy fartsy. That will all be moved into another area that I have brewing in my head. I love it when all that mess in my head is made pretty in my house.

Turning A Year Older

I had a lovely celebration of turning a year older. My mom made me dinner the night before. She made me a banana cream pie to shove candles into.



I love banana cream pie.



Birthday pie for breakfast is my favorite thing on earth, and completely justifiable because it was MY DAY.



My birthdays used to breeze past with a good day and on to the next event. Lately I've taken time to reflect on not just what I've done in life, but what I want to do. So I'm starting to make a list, every year.

I don't want to number my goals, you know like one goal for each year of my life. I can't be that structured it makes me nuts. This is my list for my year.



More than half the list are the projects I have set up for myself around the house. I have so many pieces of furniture waiting for a new life. Some have been hanging around longer than others and it's time to make a move.

I ran a 10k right before (or maybe during, who knows) I was pregnant with the second. It felt good to finish something, but I'm still on the fence about doing another. Running doesn't feel the same anymore, but perhaps that's just me being a wuss.

The tattoo has been on my wish list ever since I got my last one, what feels like ages ago. I just haven't felt like I should spend that sort of money on getting more. This is the year. Someday I will tell the stories behind all the others, but I cannot wait to add another.

Much of the list is about reminding myself to dream. To put it on paper and look it in the eye. That every year is a gift that I am so blessed to have. Oh, and I like crossing stuff off to feel so very accomplished.

My Girl

This girl turned 5.



There were cupcakes and sprinkles.

Pinatas and candy.

She is classy and goofy, magically so.



Hotdogs and nacho cheese.

Pom poms and dress shoes.

She's thoughtful and honest, quiet and sarcastic.



Nail polish and Barbie toys.

Paper dolls and soda.

She's strong and tougher than she looks.



Singing and candles.

"She's getting so big" s and "It goes by so fast" s.

She's calm and perceptive.



The colors will change.

The food will be different.

She will always be my girl.