I went swimming today.
Yes, it’s almost November.
Yes, the water is cold.
And yes, I might be crazy.
My husband and I have made a pact to attempt to swim in our pool through the winter, exercising our version of a Polar Bear Club experience.
Cold-water swimming is supposed to be good for you… right?
At first we talked about it jokingly, but here we are, well into Autumn and still swimming, while most pools are closed for the Winter- but we never close our pool anyway, so why not use it?
We assume that as long as we take a dip at least every few days or so then we will gradually get accustomed to the chilly waters and eventually won’t even notice.
YEAH RIGHT. Continue reading
It’s coming up on 2 years since I changed my name, ie. 2 years since I had to start spelling, repeating, spelling again, and explaining how to pronounce my last name.
Me: “It’s pronounced ‘shoe’, but spelled X-U.”
Unsuspecting victim: “Ok, S-H-X-U?”
I repeat: “No, X-U.”
Confused, unsuspecting victim: “Oh ok, S-X-U?”
I insist: “No, X-U.”
Mindblown, unsuspecting victim: “Ok, (pause) X-U-what?”
THAT conversation occurs at least once weekly.
THAT is not an exaggeration. Continue reading
My husband exclaimed today, as it began to drizzle outside, “I’m gonna compose a song for you for our anniversary!” (A prospect which, by the way, is hilarious.)
My response? “Well, not in here. I’m listening to my Bleeding Vag Pandora station.” (Maybe that wasn’t the most appreciative answer, but it was blurted out before I gave it thought.)
He scooped up a guitar and said, “It’s cool, I’ll go to the BirdRoom… it gives me inspiration.” (I did end up following him eventually. Perhaps guilt was a factor.)
The BirdRoom is my whimsical escape, being the culmination of my ‘hope chest’ tendency and the result of a small obsession with the Avian kind. Continue reading
I have a serious passion for inexpensive but interesting glassware and pottery.
Colored glass? Yes please.
Vibrant pottery? I’ll take it.
But after trying to find a place for my, I dunno, hundredth (?) ‘had to have it’ vase-type item, I realized that interior decorating should be less about displaying clutter, and more about beautiful functionality. In an effort to break myself of the tendency to simply collect and display pieces, I began focusing on finding a function for those interesting but useless beauties that I had acquired. This shift in mentality awoke me from an apparent stupor, during which I had managed to transform my entire house into an unusually large hope chest.
In essence, I saw the sign. Continue reading
Havok the First, as I’m now calling him, turned out to have an owner, a family who came out of the woodwork after seeing a picture of him online.
So I returned him to this original family.
To be utterly straightforward concerning the matter, the couple was a bit coarse about it, so I’ve been left with less than positive feelings about the experience.
I’ve been seriously pondering the motivations of rude individuals, on both the micro and macro scale, meaning: Spare me the attempts at delicate jabs, for usually they are executed so poorly that they prove to be no more subtle than wild swings. Continue reading
Every few weeks we spend a night or two at our family mountain home. Although only 70-odd miles from our home in the foothills, when there, it feels like a world away.
We use our time there to recuperate; we spend most of our time there either bird-watching in a rocker on the wrap-around, or exploring the grounds.
Exploring presents a wonderful opportunity to gather materials for upcoming projects, and to scout out new possible mediums with which to work. While exploring, I’m always on the lookout for fallen limbs or dead saplings to use as sticks for paper flower stems, as well as for expired vines to use as the makings for baskets.
The handful of baskets that I’ve made up to this point have mainly been comprised of Muscadine vine and green sweetgum limbs, but this on this last trip I ran across and gathered new potential material.
Meet Mr. Wisteria’s limbs. Continue reading
This is Havok.
I love him so much and he’s soft to the touch.
He showed up at my work today, a stray, so I scooped him up and took him home. I promptly gave him a bath, and finished just in time for my husband to come home to find me on the couch swaddling him in a towel.
This sight just reinforced his prediction that I will one day become a crazy cat lady. Continue reading
Wedding cakes are absurdly expensive, and often times don’t end up being worth the price, neither visually nor taste-wise. I was inspired to seek creative wedding cake alternatives in reaction to a cake tasting appointment during which my mother and I were presented with a platter of an array of chocolate options. This, you should know, was after I had indicated that I do not like chocolate. I walked away from that ridiculous experience knowing immediately that the traditional wedding cake, stacked high in it’s stilted glory, was not for me.
After exploring the options, we decided that we would instead serve pie.
Pie, that old friend, is closer to my heart anyway.
Pie, to me, embodies southern hospitality.
The price of pie doesn’t lead one to hope that it’ll arrive slathered in gold.
The decision to go with pie was the easy part, how to display them was the real challenge. I saw this as yet another way to step out of the industry’s icing-covered box. I prepared a simple drawing and set out to my parents’ farm to make it happen.
After studying my schematic, my father cut an array of large-diameter cross-sections from the skeleton of a large Oak tree that my grandfather had put down and hauled to their land. These were to be the serving surfaces. With a saw in tow we then marched out into the woods to find the perfect forked tree to serve as the weight-bearing portion. Continue reading
There are various reasons why one might choose to execute a DIY wedding and use do-it-yourself decor, the most novel being the desire for a unique, handmade touch. Cost can also be a motivating factor, however if not selective about the way in which materials are purchased, cost can quickly exceed that of traditional decor. If planning on attacking a project from a DIY stance in order to save money, then I would advise setting for yourself and respecting some basic ground-rules.
First, scout out your materials, make a wish-list, and begin investigating where to buy. Multiple retailers sell the exact same items, but at varying prices. In my case, I was on the hunt for red glassware, of any size and any type. I found that craft stores are the best options for small colored glassware. I had to expand my search to Pier 1 Imports for larger and specialty pieces. Pier 1 did stock the same small items as craft stores, but even when on clearance, they did not compare in price to everyday craft store prices. IKEA also keeps an array of colored glassware, and they usually have unique shapes that other places do not carry.
Second, never buy materials without a coupon or other discount applied. Paying full price is simply unnecessary, and can be easily avoided. Craft stores like Michaels and Hobby Lobby usually have a useful weekly special and always have coupons available. Make sure you check their websites weekly for sales applicable to your needs and stock up whenever possible. Coupons for Michaels and other such stores can be found by simply searching on Google for store coupons by using the keyword coupon along with the store name. For example: “Hobby Lobby coupons”. You’ll find plenty of trustworthy websites on the first page of the search results that offer coupon codes to use online as well as printed ones to be used at the store. Pay attention to the fine print, and alter your shopping strategy accordingly. Some coupons may discount individual items rather than the entire amount, therefore when using these you should target the big-ticket items on your wish-list. Coupons for percentages off an entire purchase should be used for the inexpensive items on your wish-list that you might need in great numbers, and for those that would otherwise not be worthy of use of a single-item-discount coupon. Continue reading
In preschool my peers and I put on a program about nursery rhymes. Each of us was assigned a rhyme, about which we were instructed to dress in order to personify. In our garbs, one by one we had to recite our assigned verse in front of a crowd of proud mothers and prehistoric-camcorder-toting fathers.
I was assigned Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary. I’m not sure whether there was a underlying purpose to the assignment of characters, but as it turned out, my rhyme was quite appropriate for me.
It’s been fitting for varying reasons throughout my existence.
Until recently, the word ‘garden’ reminded me primarily of summer air so humid you could chew it… and sweatbees. Not to mention the feeling of dried red mud splattered up to my knees, and backbreaking tasks like weeding, and hoeing, and fertilizing, and watering, and all the while looking out for snakes, and Wheel Bugs, and Squash Bugs… and… and I hated it.
I did nothing to hide the fact that I hated it.
As an adult I am remorseful for being so transparent and potentially disappointing my grandfather with brat-like, ungrateful behavior.
Perhaps my open attitude toward growing edibles at this point in my life is a subconscious attempt at compensation for all of those years of reluctantly pretending to pull my weight.
At any rate, I now grow some things here and there, but in a rather unconventional way. My method would drive my grandfather bonkers. Continue reading