I keep meaning to get on here with some meaningful posts about things that have been on my mind lately, but then I’m just too exhausted - physically, but mostly mentally.
Then I think I’ll hop on just to briefly fill you in on my fun craft weekend…but then I have somewhere to be or someone to attend to, and I think - “Meg will post a Craft Weekend overview on her blog, so I’ll just wait until that happens and link to that.” It’s called delegating.
And now there are things I forgot to talk about that already happened a week ago and I can barely remember what they were or any of the relevant details so….
I’ve now deferred to my iPhone photos in lieu of my actual physical memory to recap what the heck it is that I’ve been doing with my time.
Last Friday Rissa’s class took a field trip to the Pumpkin Farm. Of course the bus was the most anticipated part of this event. After five kids I can safely say that you could put any child under the age of 5 on a school bus, drive them around the block and call it a day. Nothing more needed.
Fun: Watching her face as she rode the bus. She’s been waiting for this day for years!! (No, really.)
Not fun: The 500 rounds of “Wheels on the Bus” that the director insisted we sing on both rounds of the trip.
Time is stealing this baby from me. It makes my heart hurt.
Friday morning I took off for Newton, Kansas for Craft Weekend. Most of the girls came with a sister or a friend - there were only three of us who came solo. It was okay though, because everyone turned out to be incredibly nice. It was far from the serial killer convention that everyone was convinced I was headed into by attending an event hosted by a blogger I’ve never even met. At first I was like, “Pshaw! What could happen in Newton, Kansas?”, but then deferring to my extensive mental library of viewed true-crime news stories I realized that most horrible murders occur in places exactly like Newton, Kansas. This time I dodged the bullet. The trip was perfectly safe and the most dangerous threat I faced all weekend was the prospect of SEWING. As I mentioned, I’ll let Meg’s eventual recap fill in the blanks, but in a nutshell…we made lots of pretty things. Of course, I’ll show you a photo of the simplest and most difficult to appreciate craft in terms of impact because that’s the only picture I managed to take.
That darling garland is made out of felt balls and is actually so precious in real life. It matched perfectly with the decor of K&L’s room.
On the second morning we went to Meg’s friend’s dairy farm. She was having a barn sale:
I’m convinced that even a state prison would look magical with a few strings of white icicle lights. Truth.
There were lots of cows. These are the “cheap cows” - the ones they impregnate with the embryos from the $10,000 cows. I’ll bet these old gals have no idea that their donors are living large just yards away in warm, spacious barns with fluffy hay.
What??? Why are you looking at us that way??
Even though we saw a calf that had JUST been born less than two hours prior to our arrival, the most amazing part of the morning was when Kerry (the farm owner) served us her homemade cupcakes for lunch. ”Ah-MAH-zing” as Penny on “Happy Endings” would say.
After that we went antiquing. I bought this quilt. I liked the pop of black. Is it cool to say “pop of black” when the trendy thing is “pop of color”? I’m a rebel like that. Buck the trends, I say!
Then, we went to another barn that had all sorts of junky treasures:
Good thing I flew. I eyeballed a few large treasures that I would have loved to lug home!
Speaking of flying…my return trip took a little longer than hoped for which meant that on Monday I pretty much spent the first 15 hours of the day looking like this:
Pretty sure the Bangles song, “Manic Monday” was coined after the band had to spend 17 hours trying to get home on a Sunday.
Tuesday I started feeling more human. I had 700 errands to cram in during Riss’ two hours of preschool.
Mission accomplished! Donuts helped.
After Kellan left I met a friend for lunch. My sitter canceled so I had to bring a third wheel along:
That DIY cupcake kept her pretty busy.
Since then, it’s been business as usual.
Figuring out my schedule in between the kids’ activities….
White out is always an essential component. Things never stay the same!
Adding to my mug collection…
$0.49 at the thrift store. It also says Tea, Latte and Cocoa, but this is obviously my favorite side.
Adding to my waistline….
We used supplies from “Bake It Pretty” that I received in the “swag bag” @ Craft Weekend.
You gotta act fast when there are brownies in the house.
Appeasing the disappointment of a rain-out at the batting cages…
Weston takes on “Iron Mike”.
Catching up on Halloween costume details…
Someone please come finish this for me!
Playing “school” with Riss….
This says, “My favorite color is purple.”
Shame on me. My 3-year-old is an addict. What can I say? She’s #5. This is a battle I have chosen not to pick. Yet.
Lots of reasons to be happy. One day at a time….