Lack of sleep

I didn’t sleep to well, Adam had to stay in Chicago on a bussiness trip, and I thought I’d be nice and let Lil Guy sleep in Adams spot on the bed.

You know how kids sleep all wacky, every time I thought it was safe to tip toe into the living room to crash on the sofa- he woke up begging me to stay.

I could go for some more sleep, but  I can’t, they’re working on the porch so it’s loud, making the dog bark at every new sound, and to top it all off nicely- the kids don’t have school today.


Here’s the progress so far, I think they’re moving right along. 


And here I am working on that wood burning craft. It’s a lot more work than I imagined. The little Zelda box has a tiny Link toy, I haven’t anything else to put in it.

Well, I hope I don’t feel insane today. I need to go.


Two things are missing tonight

This summer our goal is to finally tackle the outside of our house. We dismantled the majority of the front porch ourselves. (Mostly because I am such a control freak about people touching my house)  So this morning a crew of men came to finish the job.

I salvaged all the interesting and salvageable parts. 

Construction on the new porch will begin tomorrow.

Adams away on a bussiness trip. Dinner and bed time just didn’t feel right. I’m about to fall asleep now, I don’t think the morning will feel right either.

To top it off, you can hear everything outside our house, I heard the construction crew say some hurtful things about my house, and my ideas for it.

Sometimes I feel like the only person who’s hopeful and cares about not destroying this place.

Not that’s it’s really any of my business what they talk about, maybe they complain to each other on every job. I really do like those guys otherwise, just bad timing for me to here something that makes me feel even more alone in the world.

Anyways, here’s a pic of the progress so far.


My home

We bought our home in ’07. Right before the market crashed. (go figure)

It’s been a long journey, but this house feels like it’s been entwined into our lives, as if it is a living breathing person itself.

I have to say, when I first discovered the house I imagined her as an old lady who faithfully sweeps her porch/driveway/sidewalk with a worn out straw broom. Maybe she quietly mumbled to herself as she hung her wash on the line to dry.

She probably checked the mail several times a day. I’d bet money her name would be Edna, and she’d make the most amazingly beautiful yeast rolls that you’ve ever tasted, they’d be buttery and airy at the same time. She’d deliver them to your front door in a basket covered with gingham fabric.

She seemed to never run out of these baskets of yeast rolls covered with fabric. Did she bake everyday??? Was she magical? Who knows?

I used to come over here and sit on the back porch, thinking of Edna, I’d picture her in her little tomato garden. (Where my own lil tomato garden is now)  I’d embrace all the birds singing, the crickets chirping, and the squirrels being squirrely.

The air felt fresher here, more breathable. I always had my lil one eyed pooch (a rescued dog) who walked with a limp, his name was Max. Me and Max would sit back there breathing (him panting) and taking it all in.

However my vision of this house took a different course when I set foot inside.

If it were a person- I’d say he’s a hard working stubborn old man who refuses to give up.

Maybe an old farmer who still plows his own fields, smokes a pack a day, never touched a bottle of sunscreen, and somehow, amazingly, has lived well into his nineties.

How is that possible? I don’t know. Maybe they’re both magical?

Maybe him and Edna were shacked up here? I feel like he has stuck around to see a lot of ugly things, and maybe us being her has brought him a sense of peace.

I hope so.

Back when I used to visit this house instead of own it, I’d stand in the back yard imaging  it shape shift into something bigger; something that would land in the hands of a family that I didn’t yet have.


Back by the pond


The demo that I have done to the front porch, no worries, it’ll be getting back together tomorrow. 


I have fallen in love with perfecting the art of baking since I moved in, who knows, maybe Edna is real?!?! This is one my apple pies. 

Reading and thinking

I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.

~ Ransom Riggs

I’ve been slowly reading Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, today I read the quote above from the book.



Here are some pictures from the book also.

It’s been one of those days that I feel exhausted from overworking and never slowing down. My legs and arms are sore from the work I’ve been doing on the house. My brain is fried too, even though I am a little day dreamy from reading.

I haven’t figured out what to do with myself all day, being to worn out to do the work that needs done sucks. My concentration is crappy too, it’s been off for a while. Bad combination to have…

So, I’ve forced myself to do some typical housework, read my book, felt lost and not like myself, read some more out of an old vintage fairy tale book- and here I am now….


Do you ever have those off days, for example one thing messes up and then you don’t know what to do with yourself?

Yesterday I woke up late b/c my alarm was set on p.m. Instead of a.m. Then, after rushing the kids into the car, I pull out of the drive way and see there is road construction completely blocking me in. They ended up moving all their stuff so that I could drive half way through a yard to get out.

After that I wasn’t sure what to do because I didn’t want to go through all the hassle just to go back home 15 min. later, so I went to the car wash instead and meticulously cleaned the car.

Lil Guy had and a Dr. appointment this morning that I’ve been dreading since yesterday. So, I go to his school to pick him up, they call him to the office as I’m signing him out and I notice the last person signed out was 3 days ago.

Thats odd…

Then it hits me, it’s the 20th, NOT THE 23rd! I blurt out “wait, no, don’t call him yet, I think I’ve got the wrong day!”

I feel waves of stupidity washing over me, I figured I’d call the Dr. office and check it out, befor I mess anything else up.

Then, my phone is mysteriously not working at all, I can’t look up the number to call. So I have to bug the office lady to look it up, I make the call and confirm I indeed have totally messed up the days, and his appointment is on Monday.

I leave the school, try my phone one more time. Nope- won’t work.

I literally avoid leaving the house at all cost. I’m like that weird neaghbor in the spooky house that you think is abandon, but you swore you seen someone peeking out of the blinds once so your really not sure.

Thats me- I’m that guy. So, day two of finding myself away from my cocoon, and I feel like it’d be a waist to go home without accomplishing anything.

So I stop at the store where I look around trying to think of what to buy and why I’m here when I don’t need anything. My phone still won’t do anything.

I go home defeated, and now I’m typing out this blog. My phone back in working order somehow. I just shouldn’t leave- throws everything totally off.

Sewing by hand

Here is a sample of some quilting I’ve been working on for some time now. I’ve been pacing myself in order to trick me into adding more details to it.


I’m really not a quilter at heart, I don’t care about sticking to a perfect pattern, I don’t buy new fabrics just for quilting, I’m not a perfectionist, nothing like that.

My fabric are scraps from other people’s projects, stuff I get cheap at thrift shops. Fabric that in the right setting is considered ‘vintage’. Sometimes I get one or two of those 97cents samples from Walmart. Some of it is scrapped from my ongoing ‘goodwill pile’.

In other words I guess I am more on the patchwork quilter. And I’m happy to live with that.