Big ideas!

I have this crazy notion that I want to sew.... I mean really sew. Not just pj bottoms and pillows. Like clothes. For real.

You see, at some point when the remodel gets finished, I will potentially have a space where I can set up my sewing machine and leave it out.

Meanwhile, I'm itching to be creative.



I want to make one of these, probably letter "A"....

In this material maybe...?


And I LOVE this pattern... I was thinking letter "A"

In this? Love deco prints!

How much fun would this be to wear on a date with my Husband?

In this material!


Ambitious much. Well, yes, yes I am!

untitiled

For My Marty

heart aglow with burning fire
eyes pursed with one desire
lips suck in the tepid air
blood surging through veins with care

sun has long past gone
down the mountain to sing her song
moon has come out to play
he expands all his glory as he may

watching you with entranced eyes
feeling the love fall from the skys
my heart is brimming with the softest embrace
my eyes seek to touch your face

my mind is filled with overwhelming adoration
nothing can break my hearts concentration
so deeply wanting to connect
feeling the love so perfect

your soul and heart are so fathomless in me
because of you beauty in the world is all i see

The sweetest thing

Marty and I grew this. Yeah, that's right. We're gardeners.

Year ONE

This is cross posted from my "other" blog.

Yesterday was our one year anniversary. What a whirlwind of a year. It felt as if I'd just turned the corner to walk down the aisle to my Groom on a warm summer evening surrounded by friends and family. But really, it was 365 days later. And I am still madly in love, more so each day.

It's the good kind of whirlwind though, the kind where you are content in life and it just moves as it's supposed to. The kind where life happens and you follow it, bouncing along like a car on a dirt road, on a summer evening, knowing you are headed in the right direction, but not sure where you are exactly going.

I feel so blessed to be where I am. To be married to a man who takes me as I am, the good, and the bad. A man who takes the time to show me he cares, to make me feel adored, and loved. Who, without even knowing it, can take my breath away with a look, a smile, or even just the sound of his voice.

I am learning much about marriage. About the relationship it sustains and surrounds. Marty has taught me so much this last year about myself. I get excited for what our future holds, it's rich jewels we have yet to discover. But for now, I'll say thank you to my Husband for loving me the way only he knows how!

Happy Anniversary Love!


Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up. Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; But how can one be warm alone? Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4 9:12

An attempt to spark my inner blogger

Really. I want to blog. I do. I feel a need to share. But, WOW, I am really bad at it. Maybe my expectations for myself are too grand. Too far fetched. Maybe I just need to keep it simple.

Okay here goes.

I found a new band last week. Marty and I listen to Sirus XMU, the indie rock station, all the time. The other night this lovely song came on. The next morning, it was still ringing in my head, so I looked them up.

They are called the Avett Brothers. They are a little indie, a little country, a little bluegrass. Check them out!

A valentine to remember

Seriously, My Husband is the best. He secretly knows the way right to that soft spot in my heart that turns to mush when he enters.

This was our first Valentines Day as husband and wife. And he out did himself. Let me preface. As a child, I was HORSE crazy. As most little girls are. I wanted a pony so badly. It was my very existence. When I was about 12 or 13 my dad and his wife at the time bought a horse. She was nuts. She had previously been abused and had a history of erratic behavior. Shortly after she came home they bought another horse, who was mellow and sweet and easy. My step-sister and I were out in the corral every day. We would have slept out there if our parents would have let us. Eventually we joined a 4-h club and horses were our lives. I honestly think having a horse kept me from getting into trouble. I loved every minute of my horse life. Well, sadly, all good things must come to an end, and my dad and his wife split. We moved to Seattle and she kept my horse.

I always wanted a horse again someday. In fact I can recall a few conversations with Marty where I mentioned this. Well, being the amazing person he is, he held onto those words.

Enter a buckskin pony with a big heart and no job. He belonged to the brother of a guy who Marty works with. He was living his life away in a pasture doing nothin'. With permission of his owner I began going out to visit him. I'd take him some apples and carrots and spend some time just hanging out with him. We'd been told he was for sale, but at a price that was out of our range. Fast forward to February, he was offered to Marty at a price he couldn't resist.

And that's how Twister became my Valentine from Marty.


We are working on getting a good bond and had our first ride this last sunday. I have some video I'll post this week, I promise!

Excuses, excuses

Wow. Sorry about the lack of posting.

Obviously I am not good at blogging. I am good at lots of other things, like cooking, laundry, work, cleaning out the cat box, playing legos (according to Julian), surfin' the net, spending money, list making, reading three books at once, being a wife (I'm only writing this because my Husband says so) and numerous other things that occupy all my time there for taking away from me being good at blogging.

It's march already. Sheesh.