Thursday, March 26, 2015

A Vintage Quilt for a New Baby

It’s Spring Break.

Bryce bought me a package of Double Stuf Oreos earlier this week.

It has helped a lot.

This year for Spring Break, I let each of the kids have a ‘day’.

They get to pick the breakfast, an outing that doesn’t cost money, and the shows they watch.

We’ve been to the library, the two pet stores – one of which has free popcorn {I may or may not know how to work the system}, and perused Toys R Us. 

We also used all of our free personal pan pizza coupons and had pizza for lunch two days in a row. 

Today, the kids each got to have a friend over to play and have a special lunch, which includes, wait for it…..root beer and chips.

Don’t you wish I was your mom?

And tomorrow we’re headed to the coast for the day.


I’ve managed to fit in a bit of sewing over the past couple of weeks.

{My current, temporary condition limits my desire capacity to do anything that doesn’t involve sitting or a glass of ice water.}

My friend passed along some vintage, hand sewn blocks.

So, with most of the work all ready done, I managed to assemble, hand quilt, and bind this little quilt for the new baby.




And this is Bennett.

Who spends most of his days following me around and mostly wet from playing outside.


And in this picture, destroying one of my tulips.

Happy Spring Break!


Friday, March 20, 2015

Big And Beautiful

In Eugene, there is this salvage place called Bring.

And Bryce and I go every chance we can while we’re up visiting family.

{Thanks to my in-laws for watching the kids so we can go.}

Where inevitably I purchase something that we don’t need

and that I can’t fit in the car on the way home

and my very generous father-in-law brings down when he’s headed our direction.

Like these drawers.

But guys, they’re green and grey.

And metal.

And enormous.

And they slide in and out like butter.


And they make me happy every time I see them sitting in the sunroom.

Where they are currently.

Because I have no idea where I’m going to put it.

If our laundry room was bigger I could use it to sort dirty laundry.

And if our kitchen was bigger I could put dishes in there.

And if we had quadruplets I could make some bedding and put the babies in there to sleep.

Bryce thought we should put them in the basement for storage, but I’m not quite prepared to banish them to a place where the sun doesn’t shine.


So, for now, I’m going to have Bryce move them outside so I can give them a good scrubbing and get off that stuff that looks a  lot like dried blood….which I’m really hoping is not.


Hope you had a good week.

And that your three your old napped more than once.

And that your five year old didn’t ask you to bend over at 9 months pregnant to pick something up because she just couldn’t with a cramp and all.  {I refused, just so you know.}

And that your 18 month old that manages to cry about everything napped more than one hour a day and spared you the necessity of putting all portable stools away to keep him and yourself and your house and your microwave safe.

And that your seven and nine year olds didn’t bicker about playing the piano and not playing the piano, and looking at the back of the cereal box, and who lost the brush, and whose turn it was to pick the show, and what animal everyone got to be in this really confusing game they play on the trampoline.

I don’t want to sound ‘poor me’, but it’s been a really.long.week.

Here’s to a better weekend,


Monday, March 9, 2015

My Son is the One….


That pulled the fire alarm.

At the YMCA.

Thursday morning.

At, like, 9 am.

Right during the senior citizen swim.

Oh, and also, the baby and parent swim.

In March.

Where all of the members were forced outside.

Even the ones in bathing suits, dripping wet.

And didn’t even have time to grab a towel.

For a fire drill when there was no fire.


my son pulled the fire alarm.

And if you didn’t happen to be at the YMCA that day,

there’s a good chance you might have heard it anyway.

Because the alarm?

It’s like an-escaped-con loud.

{Hopefully the senior citizens didn’t have their hearing aids on.}

Don’t you worry.

Even though we had a similar experience at Costco just a couple of months ago,

I was still completely and utterly mortified.

But I still love him.

Because I’m his mom.

And he does nice things like ‘smash that bad bug to pieces’.

And does a pretty good job of keeping his sisters in line.

But I’m not gonna lie, if he never sets off an alarm again, that would be awesome.

Happy Monday,


Thursday, February 26, 2015

His and Her Rocking Chairs

One more thing off the to-do list.

My mother-in-law and I bought this chair….

you guessed it,

last summer.

I had always planned on reupholstering it, but if you’ve ever priced foam, it’s expensive.

It turns out, I had some extra stuff in my basement so I only needed to purchase new fabric, and with a 50% off coupon and only needing one yard, it was way more manageable than I had anticipated.

The trip went exactly like you might expect with two boys, the fabric store, not enough staff and an indecisive mother. 

But, we made it out alive and that’s what counts…

So here it is before.


And after.





Now Bryce and I each have our own cute rocking chair.

That we are never sitting in next to each other at the same time, because, well,

we have five kids.

But someday, someday.


And he brought me home flowers yesterday.

I know that not every girl likes flowers.

But I love them.

I love the indulgence, the thoughtfulness, the frivolity of what they represent.

Bryce and I have been married for almost 12 years.

We budget, we have retirement plans, we save for our children’s education, we have 21 fruit trees in our backyard and a massive garden.

We are responsible adults.

So, yes, I like to get flowers.

From a real flower shop picked up from my husband on the way home from work.

{Especially on a day where Bennett only napped for 45 min.}


Hope your week is going well,


Monday, February 23, 2015

Red Spray Paint

Nothing like an approaching baby and realizing that your life will never be the same to light the fire of productivity under your bum.

Also, excellent outdoor spray painting weather doesn’t hurt either.


I bought this little red metal stool while in Ohio.

Looking back, I probably should’ve saved the space in our luggage.

But, it’s here now and I really, really like it. 

It resides in the laundry room so the kids can use it to wash their hands in the enormous cement sink after playing outside.

{If only my life was as charming as it sounds….}

I just sanded it down and used some rust stop spray paint.




And then I had this metal Cosco chair/stool/step ladder thing that I picked up last summer at a garage sale. 

I was really gung-ho about re-doing it.

Six months ago.

But then it took me a while to figure out how to get the seat off to recover it

and was overwhelmed by how hard it would be to spray paint just portions of it

and then I moved it into the house and kinda forgot about how yucky it was.

Needless to say, I overcame.




I decided to use the red and white check fabric.

I really, really, really wanted to use the red with white polka dot, but in the end, it just wasn’t enough contrast.


Spencer helped me scrub down the frame and I taped and plastic bagged off the rest so I could spray paint it.


We’ll just pretend that the one white leg cap is charming instead of distracting….


The seat flips up.


And a ‘thank you’ to Bryce who went and got the power drill to remove the steps instead of watching me struggle with a basic flat head because I was too lazy to get up and find it after settling my big be-hind on the couch.


Happy Monday.


Friday, February 20, 2015

Blankets for Baby #6

I’ve been sewing.


trying to sew.

And by trying I mean listening to the sweet sound of Bennett crying at my side.

The sound of my machine turning on is like a siren call for Bennett.

And he immediately feels the need to come over

and unplug my pedal and/or machine,

unwind my bobbins,

throw my fabric on the floor,

drool, slobber, or wipe his nose on the pants I’m trying to hem

or try to sit on my lap.

So, yeah,

go me.

Anyway, I did get three of these flannel blankets with mitered corners done.

And the bumper for the bassinet done up in a more feminine fabric.




This elephant one is my favorite.






For Valentine’s Day, Bryce and I drove out to one of the nearby covered bridges and had a picnic.

And then ate our weight in local ice cream at the general store on our way home.

I should say, the day BEFORE Valentine’s Day, because on the actual day we killed nine chickens in the morning and then roasted hot dogs with our five kids for dinner.

Super romantic….


Have a good weekend!


P.S. red and white checkered fabric or red fabric with white polka dots?

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

My One And Only Linen Closet


I know, I know.

It’s been three weeks.

My mom has made me pretty aware of that fact.


So, in light of the new year, I’ve been working on purging and organizing.

Or maybe it’s nesting?

Anyway, as you might suspect, a house built in 1875 comes with a lot of things, but large or multiple closets is not one of them.

I have one large closet upstairs.

Which is mandatory.

Because our bathroom is this size.


So it became the catchall for toys and bathroom stuff……and toys.

And it was yucky.

Dark and dingy.

And there’s like this gross particle board stuff happening.

So I took it all down.

And found 67 layers of wallpaper.

And quite a bit of soot.

{Thanks to an inspection when we first purchased the house we know there was a flue fire at some point.}

{But, no money or hidden treasures.}


And underneath it all was the original rough hewn boards.

And, wait for it, a bead board ceiling!

I painted all the trim and ceiling white.

{After one dear friend came and helped take the wallpaper off the ceiling.  I mean, who wallpapers over wood?!}

I also decided to white wash the walls.

That way the grain of the wood would still show through but the orange of it was gone.


I also re-did these canisters my friend picked up for me from IKEA.


I painted them with some chalk board paint, Bryce drilled a hole in the top, and put on some drawer pulls.


Painted trim, white washed walls, striped floor.


With blue shelves.



I know it looks pretty clutter-y, but all of the stuff was stashed in various rooms in various drawers.

And now it’s all in one tidy place.


I had an extra ladder piece that I outfitted with some quilts.  They were on the bottom shelf in hall way where the books are and they were just neglected.


One last thing.

That’s a vintage Kirby vacuum that I picked up at a garage sale this last summer for $10.

The belt broke and for Christmas Bryce replaced in for me.

And, guys,

it has a carpet shampoo attachment!

So, yeah, it’s pretty awesome.

The instruction manual has a nice looking lady in pearls and a dress carefully dumping the dirt onto some newspapers on her living room floor.

And I’m  wearing a stained shirt, huffing and puffing, encouraging yelling at Bennett to stay back while I empty the dirt on my living room floor using some papers I dug out of the recycling.

Yup, we’re kindred spirits.


And one of the best parts?  I spent $2.50 on the whole thing.

{I also realized that I may or may not have a hand-embroidered-pillow-case-collecting-problem.  The struggle is real, people.}