There is something about getting a coffee that for me just fuels the soul. I am on a once a week plan and it suits me just fine.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Time... I often make choices in life based on time. I want to do it all, but the reality is I work full time, I have to exercise, I am completing a novel, and most importantly I have a husband and two children. So when a day like today arrives when both kids are at school, David is drawing and I am off, I have a choice. I can do what I should do and clean or I can...sew. No kids peeking over my shoulder the dog asleep at my feet, just sew. So today I give you a peek at the mess that is my life and the joy in a finished project.
Tonight when I close the door to my office I will once again dream of the pinterest boards and their organized fabric and wall to wall storage but, I will remember this hour and how Happy Sophia is with her new dress and I will be greatful.
Greatful for time and choices.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Logan is now interested in hangin' at the machine with momma. His questions are different then Sophia's were at his age. He wants to know how it all works and what all the buttons do. "What's it for momma? Why did you pull that down? What's it mean TEENSEEIIOON?" And on and on. I asked him what he wants to sew. " A motorcycle Mamma haha naw... Just kidding... I'm a funny guy."
Sophia wants a piece of what I am doing to create something.
Each have their own approach, their own way of taking in the world. All the while momma just hopes for a few moments to sew.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
There is something about the beach. The drive is long, the kids are singing (at the top of their lungs) and I often wonder about half way, why we are going and then we arrive... Mysteriously all the squabbils of the car ride vanish and the smell of dog vomit (don't ask) is washed away and as the rain sprinkles down, the kids rush madly around looking for bugs, shells, and find some bizarre looking sea slug. David and I walk behind he is the spotter, the finder of all things dead and discusting to share with the kids. We talk and watch. This year we added Polly who runs between us all, chasing her frisbee for all who throw it. She stays close herding us together when others approach. She never sits, standing at attention, always watching, always on the job. Then its back to the car, my turn to drive and by the Seaside city limits all eyes, except mine are closed and the drive seems short and peacful in the quiet.
Then I realize again why we go. The beach gives us all a chance to breathe in our own way, for Sophia its writing in the sand words for others to see, for Logan its finding magical weapons and jumping and twisting and landing in the soft sand, for David its exploring and treasure hunting, and for me its a chance to just watch.