It’s #thriftythursday again! This weeks thrifty find was pretty fun. In hopes of getting Brooklyn to fall asleep in her car seat yesterday, I took a slow, scenic route home. She boycotted the nap, that idea was a joke, but what wasn’t a joke was the curbside loot I came home with... 15 terra-cotta pots and an old wooden grape basket, all completely free! Today I went to a local greenhouse and picked out some plants to fill those pots. In my opinion it was the perfect way to spend the first day of summer. • I’m tagging @shelleysmucker and YOU to join in by sharing your fun thrifty finds too. Also, @riskinem shared her fun find in an insta story. Check it out!
I often feel like I fall short when it comes to being a good friend, getting so caught up in my day to day life with little kids, that I unintentionally neglected the work and effort it takes to build strong relationships. Yet somehow, in spite of how inadequate I feel, my life is filled with rich community, something so precious and invaluable. • I was reminded of that again this week, several times over. While friendship does take work and time and effort, even the simplest of gestures can show that you care. • Recently those simple gestures came in the form of meeting for coffee then going on a walk with a friend who loves my kids so well, and a text from someone else who offered to watch my kids for a bit so I could thrift alone (she’s speaking my love language!). From a stranger who yelled across the parking lot, “You look beautiful, darling!” as I waddled to the far side, where because of my Fitbit I had parked to gain steps. I even felt it from my son who stormed into the house with a handful of wildflowers, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Happy birthday, Mom!” Never mind that my birthday is almost 6 months away. I felt it from someone I barely know who is exceedingly generous, passing on clothes her kids outgrew, and from my husband, who mopped the floors at 10:30 pm, after all our guests had left, so that I wouldn’t have to do it the following day. • This has got me thinking that perhaps I’ve really been overthinking friendship all along. That it is best built little by little, inch by inch, simple gesture by simple gesture.
I asked Herm if he could watch the kids for a few hours this evening. The past few weeks I’ve had multiple occasions of feeling desperate, at my wits end with the kids attitudes, and honestly, with my attitude toward them too. I’m not sure it it’s pride or what, but I hate asking for help or an evening off, I’d rather Herm suggest I go out. But the truth is, if I don’t tell Herm how I’m feeling, he won’t know. Being more upfront and honest with my emotions is something I’m working on. • Anyhow, I snuck away and treated myself to a pedicure. It felt wonderful! I highly recommend every woman in her last weeks of pregnancy splurge a little, and let someone else paint those impossible-to-reach toes. When the pedicure was complete I did a bit of shopping, gathering a few things I want once our little one arrives. A kind lady at TJ Maxx told me that I have the cutest baby bump she ever did see. “Please tell me you’ve been taking photos to document it!” she continued. I haven’t been doing a good job with that... so when I arrived home I tried to remedy that. • It’s amazing how after just a couple hours away, I begin to miss those kids I couldn’t wait to escape from. I came home feeling so refreshed and recharged, with feet that are practically brand new. • I married a man who loves well. Not only did he give me an evening out, he took kids out for a fun night too. They didn’t miss me one bit. • #38weekspregnant
They adore him, and rightly so, he’s so invested in their lives. • Happy Father’s Day Herm! We sure do love you!
Every dog needs a kid.
Herm took Carson along with him this morning on a day trip to Pennsylvania. They left early, long before the sun was up, and my house hasn’t been this quiet since I don’t know when. • My first thought was to get out with Brooklyn; to go to a coffee shop then walk by the lake or visit a thrift store or something fun like that. My second thought outweighed the first though, so instead I spent the entire morning organizing closets and purging everything. My sister use to joke that I did this every Monday - I HATE clutter and try hard to never let things pile up. But somewhere along the line, Carson, my hoarder son, started pulling things out of the ‘To Donate’ bags, crying because I was getting rid of his FAVORITE things, things that hadn’t seen the light of day in months... so clutter-free Monday’s have long become a thing of the past. Carson-free days are pretty rare too, and I’m really glad I made the most of it. The ‘to donate’ bag is ready to be dropped off, and I already took the trash out, so evidence is hidden before my Every-Amazon-Box-Deserves-to-be-Saved kid returns home. I feel accomplished! • I also spent a bit of time maintaining my favorite pieces; oiling my leather bags, cleaning my rings, fluffing pillows - you know, things that should happen more often than they do. Maybe it’s nesting or maybe it’s just my personality, but I think I could consider organizing and decluttering and maintaining things a hobby. • Anyone else feel the same way? Tell me I’m not alone.
Some things that never grow old: • Hearing “I love you, Mom!” in a child’s gibberish • Finding a handwritten notecard in the mailbox • Eating Gelato in Italy • A baby not yet born, kickboxing regularly • Wildflower bouquets picked for me by a dashing man or his equally handsome son • Going to bed exhausted after a very accomplished day • Big blue eyes that sparkle with delight • This ever changing, always breathtaking view... 🌿 I could go on and on, but I want you to add to it. What simple things bring you joy?
Nothing says SUMMER like the first picking of local strawberries. 🍓 I feel a shortcake coming on...
I got to spend a precious 1.5 hours this past weekend with a friend I met a lifetime ago when I lived in Jamaica. She isn’t active on social media, yet she remembers birthdays and important dates, and randomly texts or writes notes of encouragement — often arriving at times when I need them most. I’m thankful for friendships of all sorts, and am so grateful for her.