i’m writing you from a completely relaxing, solo-mama weekend. the inside of my brain sounds like kevin mccallister: “i made my family disappear.”
i miss them but i’m also relishing the alone time. i’ve labeled this weekend my anne morrow lindbergh weekend because i really appreciated anne’s views on the importance of alone time for a female in gift from the sea.
so far i’ve taken a 5 hr nap, ate pie for dinner, watched some bad tv, and held a dancing + cleaning session. i’m very thankful for this opportunity to exist for a few days as a solitary entity.
so, i wanted to take a minute to wish everyone a wondrous, serene, and little bit magical weekend. here are a few pics of recently enjoyed moments:
^^^ a funky mirror makes my vintage booties even funkier ^^^
^^^ the most delicious baked goods and the loveliest staff ^^^
^^^ she knows she’s got a pretty good life ^^^
^^^ three kiddos having a hard, hot day. we were told the reason for crankiness was “our brains are too hot.” i think i was feeling the same way. ^^^
i’ve been trying to take advantage of our front porch as much as possible during the warm summer weather. it seems like we are on the go so frequently that a nice front porch sittin’ session really revives me. whether it’s first thing in the morning for breakfast or in the evening for a beer after darla’s gone down.
the front porch has been good to us. somehow it always seems calm out there. it’s kinda my happy place. the porch has provided us with good conversations, helped us meet our neighbors, and has been a nice cool place to listen to some tunes or just sit and stare meditatively at the sycamore leaves blowing in the wind across the street.
that last one might just apply to only me.
i love sycamores. but anyway…
we’re gearing up for another festival weekend so i’ve been trying to catch some extra front porch time this week. i’d like to reach a nice, calm state of being before heading back into the frenzy. Last night definitely helped:
praise the universe for that front porch. won’t you come join me for a sit-sesh?
ps. take notice of our wedding poster we FINALLY got framed. almost 2 years later and i’m still in love with it. eternal gratitude mr. crothers!