a few weeks back, we took a family trip to yosemite national park, where some innocent tourist was forced to take roughly 500 photos similar to this for our potential holiday card. this one is the winner. also, we had an awesome time there, because it is one of the most beautiful and magical places on earth which even two toddlers and one puppy cannot sabotage. Continue reading
as new, exhausted, exasperated parents, we often hear, “kids don’t come with an instruction manual.” ain’t that the truth. every baby is different, even if as a parent you are the same. every one of them requires their own individual tool kit, and adding a new one to the fray can definitely throw that equilibrium out of whack. there’s not much we can do as bystanders to aid growing families in this transitional period other than offer our love and support…and this bag. Continue reading
like most of the country, we have officially gone back to school. this year, the kids will continue in their co-op preschool that we all love, but they have moved up to the three day class. after a few orientation sessions and easing in over the past week, today was the first day the whole class came together, and i got to LEAVE! if any day were to be formally recognized, i felt like this was the one. Continue reading
my apologies as i’m back for just one more cop out post before i hope to return to cultivating this space a little more generously in the near future. i know i have missed so many comments and failed to respond in a timely manner–so embarrassing and i promise i will be a better blogger soon. just this saturday, i worked my last shift of my full time job that felt like it was not so slowly killing me. maybe my last shift ever as an adult acute care rn, who knows?! it was a wild, wild ride and i will definitely miss my wonderful coworkers, but it was 100% the right decision on both personal and professional levels, and a long and tenuous journey to even reach that decision. but that’s very much it’s own story not at all related to camping capes–we’ll see if it ever finds its way to this old blog. Continue reading
you guys. stoked to announce a little blogging series beginning today over at oliver + s. it’s been an idea several months in the making, and today is my first official post on sewing outdoor apparel for the kiddos using oliver + s patterns. you can expect to read about minor tweaks to the patterns to make them prime for adventuring, as well as tips on selecting, sewing, and caring for different performance fabrics. first up, hiking shirts! Continue reading
hello! i am back (finally) to write about this epic, epic shawl. i had many exciting ideas about how to spend a month without children, which included visions of yoga, rock climbing, travel, and of course, sewing. lots of sewing. the travel part has been going well as we march through our pre-planned trips, but the rest, all the rest, is a distant fantasy now, replaced with backbreaking, heartbreaking work, endless hours of it, with emotional and physical demands so great i struggle just to feed myself and sleep well in between shifts. it would appear my endless quest for balance needs yet more tweaking. serious tweaking. but for now, this shawl.
isn’t she a beauty? i know i rarely blog about knitting projects, but this one is deserving both in stature and because it has an equally epic backstory. Continue reading
just a week ago, i left beautiful squam lake after making it my home for five days. i think this might be the first time i’m even mentioning here that i finally attended SAW, known in craft parlance simply as “squam,” after years of dreaming and scheming. i learned of squam early in my knitting career, likely rooting around on other knitting blogs, and in the midst of that insanity (two infants, working 3-11p four nights a week and david in residency in our tiny apartment on the 15th floor in downtown chicago) it instantly became my quiet, happy place. there were times i was so wholly overwhelmed and overstimulated, i locked myself in the bathroom with my knitting and pretended i was there for a few minutes while my two babies screamed and cried and reached their pudgy hands under the door, grasping (i think) at my soul. Continue reading