Since last week I have researched ALCAT, LEAP MRT, anti-inflammatory diets, NAET, glutathione, elimination diets, GAPS diet, alkaline diets, vegan diets, stinging nettle, butterbur, and countless oth...
Nicholas turned 5 on Thursday. My baby, 5 years old. The mind boggles. This is the first year he really understood and anticipated his birthday. He talked about having a party for months, and how he ...
I’ll start today by admitting I have no idea how that vase of lavender ended up in front of the painting, practically dead center. I vaguely remember something about a football crashing into it...
Our Best Friends by Gyo Fujikawa was my favorite book as a child. I remember being five years old and flipping the pages over and over again. Everything about it was just too perfect: the bunny, Smud...
I was plugging right along with my Souvenir Foto Project: Alphabet Edition until yesterday. I decided upon a book theme, which is okay. I wouldn’t do it again. I’m having fun, of course, ...
I sat down for breakfast late, but only because I was waiting for her outside. I was running early and she was running late and then she showed up on time and I didn’t think to look for her car...
I went into a used bookstore the other day. Painted green floors, taxidermy, folk art, and books, of course, a million-trillion books all under the watchful eyes of two sisters with gray hair down th...
As more people hear about The William Morris Project (thank you to all who are spreading the word) I realized that the biggest mess around here is my blog! If someone were to stop by via link to one ...
My parents–my mom, really–bought several leather-bound book collections when my brothers and I were little. I think it was called the World’s 100 Classics or something, and every mo...
I bought my book last week, but I’m buying every book the Phenomenally Indecisive Book Club reads because I am a sentimental fool. Some of you, though, are still on the waiting list for your li...
What does that mean? Absolutely nothing! (If you have the book and are ready to go. Otherwise, chop-chop!) February Book Pick: Rules of Civility by Amor Towles Read by: February 29, 2012 That’s...
Late Sunday morning was so nice. I had to run an errand, and though it would take me nowhere near our downtown, I asked the Mister if he would mind if I left him with the (sick) boys while I walked a...
I’m going to try and return the Unstyled Life posts to the format I originally intended: unstyled images of beauty around the house and home with little accompanying text. It started as a way f...
A welcome effect of living by the William Morris quote and creating an intentional home is that eventually you reach a point where you have too much storage. I know, crazy-talk, but unless you live i...
I woke up early but had breakfast late. Later, I ran a quick errand.We read Rikki Tikki Tavi, Too Many Toys, and a two year old Spider-Man book from dollar spot at Target. We ate lunch. I had kale an...
A good book makes me think, learn, or research. That goes for any genre, any age group. Of course, I’ve loved books that have done none of the three for me. But, I’m not talking about tho...
One of the best times I have ever had blogging was when I participated in Tristan’s Souvenir Foto School, Alphabet Edition. (That link is to my collection of images and posts that came from the...
On Wednesday afternoon I danced along the fine edge of parenthood we all have, the one that separates the parent you can be from the fallible adult you are. I do a fair job keeping my foibles and neu...
If ever I needed proof of my type-A personality, my suffocating need for achievement and perfection, or my tendency to over-think, over-analyze, and over-everything, I could point to my 25th birthday...
Tagline: We couldn’t decide, so we’re reading it all. The name of our new club started off as a joke that stuck, made all the more appropriate by my inability to think up a memorable name...
On marketing “I can’t believe I was tricked into reading Beauty and the Beast.” :::::: On sustenance “I’m thinking…do I want to plug my arteries with a burger, or ...
For several days in a row, the sunset stretched like taffy across our suburban skies. Blues, purples, pinks, and oranges melting into each other, one after another, until they blended into dark. Pic...
As sick as we were in December and the first week of January (Mikey is still coughing and feeling tired), it’s no surprise I decided to make the medicine cabinet my first official victim of The...
On desserts “Do you want to try mine, Mikey? It’s chocolate and flavored and good and sloppy.” :::::: On dinner “Look how much rice I ate, mama. I pound that down!” ::::...
I am so happy to hear many of you are starting your own projects or will be working alongside with me! Please link up each Thursday and share your progress. Sing your praises in the comment section f...
I didn’t have it in me to cook dinner on Saturday, so I made una picada instead. Every time we eat like this for dinner we mumble in between bites of cheese and prosciutto and crackers that we...
We are still having discussions on the Book Club and the William Morris posts, and this week has been quiet online in general, so I thought to keep it light today. Okay, we’ve also been sick al...
It’s back! It’s back, but not like before. I decided to commit to one project every week, and I hope to have you join in on the fun on Thursdays. As amazing as October was for me on many ...
When we last spoke about book club, we tossed around some ideas for subject matter. The front runners were contemporary fiction/literature and young adult, with an interest in revisiting the classics...
I don’t remember how old I was, but we were still in the house in Laura Lane. I must have been six, then, when I flew down the driveway, did a triple lutz, and landed flat underneath a pile of ...
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