good intentions

a summer memory

the middle of summer,
an evening ball game in the park.
cold beer on a hot night,
music and dancing...
all worth remembering.

sunshine

don't get me wrong...
i knew it would show up eventually,
but it sure took it's sweet time.
i can smell it in the air...
even the grey days aren't so bad.
seeing the fresh green haze
makes me feel
like things are new again.
my girls keep me so busy,
i still struggle to find
the right time to
remember me.
to remember to plan
and create
and get in touch
with the voice inside.
blue skies,
song birds,
frogs peeping at dusk.
gardening,
walks to the river
and the sun on my face...
little reminders
to slow down
and make some mental notes.

birds and flowers....

we have snow on the way...
but don't feel too bad for me.
the spring birds are here.
the crane flew over the house
the other day
and the geese honk happily
as they fly low by the river.
i even heard the frogs peeping
the other night...
it all brings me peace of mind.
so for a few more days
we'll turn up the heat,
cuddle under blankets
and wait for mother nature
to make up her mind.

a breathe of fresh air...

enjoying the longer and warmer days.
the snow is gone!
i see tips of tulips in the dirt
and buds appearing on trees.
i steal moments out of my day
to sit with my face in the sun.
kind of makes me feel human again!
xox

spring love

you and i can help make a difference

happy to be me

I sometimes have small anxiety attacks.
I am a worrier.
I do not have a bad temper.
I have no control near pastries.
I am very patient with others,
not so much with myself.
I realize I am not perfect...
and I never will be.
No one is perfect...or should be.
I have some weird issue with recipes,
they make me nervous...
so i never use them.
I am addicted to home decor magazines,
paper napkins,
dish towels
and table clothes.
I spoil my girls.
I am waiting for the perfect job
to land in my lap.
I have no idea what kind of job
that would be.
I keep busy all day,
but I never have
a perfect home.
I believe it doesn't need to be perfect
to be beautiful.
I love my life.
It's beautiful.
xox

cabbage roses and vintage love

dreamy

Another "fluff" post
just something pretty to look at.
Polyvore is like fantasy shopping.
Scanning the goods until something you love
catches your eye.
Money is no object here.
Neither is the fact
that you may not have a spot at home for it.
This is a chance to have exactly the look
you love...
and then another...
and another.
Zero commitment.
Shop until you drop.
Have it all.
Dreamy.
xox
thanks for dropping by.

oh to be this free spirited!

Getting in the right frame of mind
is tricky.
Making time to focus
and then find the right time
to be creative...
it's hard,
because life is busy.
It will take time for me
to learn to carve a piece of special
"me" time
into our life.
It's still "our life" around here for a while.
...don't get me wrong...
i love being the glue.
I was born to be the mama
of these amazing girls.
I'll just continue to play around
when the day allows.
...and constantly remind myself
of how lucky i am.

stitchy

i know that i like to sew.
i also know that i like to finish
a project the same day...
the idea of quilting
makes me nervous.
i love fabric..
and ruffles.
hmmmmm...
have a nice weekend friends!
xox

love is all around

i am a very lucky girl.
i have good people who love me.
all i ever wanted
was this life.
being a mama...
a dream come true.
i've never regretted the direction
this took me.
it still feels like a selfish thing,
to want something different...
to focus more on me.
i know it will be so good...
to put some effort into loving myself.
it makes me smile
when i think of what it will
do to my heart
to find my creative voice.
that girl is in me
because a long time ago
she found happiness
in design and art.
bending silver,
forming clay,
fingers dark from charcoal.
i remember her.

i hope i dream of summer...

Oh winter!
I do love you...
but holy cow,
you're getting to me.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
My head is feeling back to normal
and I am hoping to get back on the
creative path.
***
Tonight I want to dream in summertime.
Just a tease I know,
but let it just be a bit
of a holiday.
Let me be on a dock...
listening to the lapping of the river.
I want to hear the jays.
I want to smell grass.
Most of all
I want to feel that sunshine.
I need to feel that sunshine.
xox

one of my rules...

this is just fun...
these little posts
are just fluff.
filler.
creative playtime.
it's my homework.
not everyone will like it.
that is o.k.

i love pretty things...

Our tastes change,
we go through fads and style trends.
I did acid wash.
Won't go there again...
Pretty is never out.
You can't go wrong.
It feels safe and familiar to me.
I'll always come back to it.

Let's just pretend...

...that i haven't been in my housecoat
and fluffy socks for 2 days...
That my hair isn't matted flat on one side.
No one here knows what to do with me.
***
I'm going to think positive
and play pretend.
It's sunny out and the grass is green,
the birds are singing,
the gardens are full of color...
and i look fabulous!

sick day...

I'll be back to myself soon.
I'm a better me when I'm not sniffling
and sneezing.

craving color today...

Today I needed a pop of color here
...funny how I can go one way
and then another.
A split color personality?
yes, I think so...
well, thank goodness for that.
Everyone(and every home)
needs that pop!
One of my secrets...
a touch of red in every room.
It's like magic.
Trust me.
xox

creating yourself

dreaming of springtime

Getting a little tired of layers?
I know that winter isn't over quite yet,
but today's predictions
are all calling for an early spring.
Yay!

{i love polyvore}

fresh start

It's time to dust off the old
inspiration board.
{this one isn't mine...}
I even had to borrow this idea
from somewhere else.
"It's all up here"
tapping on my noggin'
This is blog #2...
because, while I love
blog #1...
I have this need to start something new.
This one is about re-discovering myself.
Focussing on design and handmade crafts.
I can do this stuff...
I've just become a bit rusty.
This happened to me when I became a Mama.
The Ruffled Mama...
Jammie bottoms,
bedhead,
toast...
warm babies,
wet nosed puppies.
Life happens.
The babies turn into teens
and the Mama gets
a little panicky.
Mama runs for the glue gun
and the sewing machine!
Please join me as I re-create myself!!