do you know what day it is?

It's the third Thursday in November, silly, and that means the Nouveau's are here.

Daniel and I first discovered Beaujolais when we lived in the Wallingford neighborhood in Seattle. There was little wine shop on 45th that we would walk to from our apartment with John in the baby carriage. I miss those days. Every year, on the third Thursday in November, I get to remember.

Thank you for your comments on the dress. I agree, too stiff. Katie thinks so too. I'm going to try and do something with the belt and maybe take in the skirt a bit to see if that helps. Otherwise... oh well.

your input would be kindly appreciated

So, I've almost finished my dress. But I'm hessitant to do any more on it. I showed Dan last night, and he said,
"..........................*crickets*....................."
Yes, he liked it that much. I prodded. He said he liked the style, just not the fabric. Now, I liked this fabric. It is another of my thrifted finds, so it's bonafied 70's acrylic. I'm much more of a natural fibers sort of gal, but I liked the aqua and brown together, and it's a dress for Fall and Winter - it's warm! I have actually made the dress from the wrong side of the fabric - just thought it looked cooler.
So, though I ultimately know it's what I think that matters, I'm just curious; what do you think? I have had a history of bad fabric choice in the past. But man, I just didn't think I was that far off the mark this time.


I don't know. I'm asking my sister Katie when she gets here. Her closet is the envy of everyone. She might know.

After last week's roughness, we had an amazing Saturday. It felt so productive and happy and blessed. I got a few shots of the boys out in the leaves.











I realize I have some pretty cute boys. And I think that tall one is really, really, ridiculously good looking. He still makes my tummy flip.

too tired for titles

It's been a tricky week. The boys are performing at the very top of their game. Truly, their naughtiness is astounding. Near perfection. I might venture to say, they have made it their art. And seeing as I am not a bystander, simply viewing their scene, but rather, a leading lady in this play, I have been called to step up my skills. I, sadly, am not doing so hot.

I recently read The Quotidian Mysteries by Kathleen Norris. It was inspiring, most definitely. But this week, as I scrubbed coffee, feces, and lentil stew out of my carpets, I remembered that Ms. Norris did not have children, and felt quite justified in my failure to see anything mysterious while I scrubbed.

I'm going to go hang out with Daniel now and drink some wine. Tomorrow will be better. I hope.

we'd all like to flee to the Cleve

Guess where we're going.

the night james wore his dragon suit

and made mischief

of one kind

or another

a not-so-exciting new shirt

I've been wanting to be able to sew knits and jersey fabrics with greater ease. It always seems to be so hit and miss with me. Well, more miss than hit. I got the Built by Wendy, Home Stretch book forever ago, cut out the pattern, and never sewed it. Till now. It's a shirt. It's wearable. But, meh, not too exciting. The book, however, has helped me tremendously, and as I get more creative in the future, I hope to bust out some clothes a little less basic.

I'm cutting out this pattern right now. (I can't decide, short sleeves or long? Any thoughts?) It will be a bit more of a challenge for me, but hopefully it'll turn out. It stinks to get all gung-ho about a new project on a Thursday, cause as soon as the kids are in bed, I'm totally watching Community, Office, and 30 Rock.

Darn my tv addiction all to heck.