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Begin Again

We're slowly digging ourselves out from what seems like a long, lovely winter's nap.  Daddy had to "go back to work" yesterday, so that pushed us back into real life a bit.   But, we can still be found lounging in our pj's a bit longer than usual.

So, it is a new year, is it?  For me, last year was an amazing one-- full of incredible highs- the most important of which was having my sweet girl-- words can't express the love I feel for you, sweet Lucie.  You are just starting to say "Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma."  Even if you have know idea what it means, well, it really melts a Ma-ma's heart.

I found work that suits me well-- "What, you're going to pay me for this?"   I feel so privileged to be a part of such a quality publication.  As I read it from cover to cover I see myself in so many of the articles.  And my editor is a dream to work with.  (really, R.)

And I had my share of tough times too, particularly watching two of the most beloved people in my life have real struggles, at a time when I am the least able to help them.   There is nothing harder than standing by and watching people you love make destructive decisions.

But, I really learned a lot about myself this year.  As Elliot grows up and becomes his own person, I really view my own past differently.  My brother Drew and I have an age spread pretty close to my kids, and for the first time I wondered what all of our experiences must have been like for him.  That's the amazing thing about siblings.  You're the only two (or three or four- whatever) people who have had experiences so similar-- and yet, how it effects you and who you become is entirely different.  Drew was always the athletic and artistic one, I was the smart one.  I used to correct his grammar-- how obnoxious is that?  I didn't pursue art until adulthood because Drew was so naturally talented at it.  It probably could have saved both of us a lot of angst if we weren't so busy trying to be what the other wasn't.

And you kind people, I really feel like your support and enthusiasm have helped my clarify who I am- or as Elliot says--"who I want to be when I grow up."  Actually, he asked me that recently, and when I replied "A Mommy," he exclaimed-- "no, somebody that does something!!!"  Ha!

For the coming year I want to:
1) learn to crochet (registered for a 10 week class this morning- yay!)
2) carve out more time for my husband and myself
3) find more support for our family through scheduled childcare, reaching out to old friends, making new ones, getting more involved in building a community, etc.
4) be more realistic about what I can accomplish without making myself crazy
5) relax

Here's to a great one, people.  Now, back to doing nothing...

Give One, Get One?

It's funny, I really don't buy into all of the hype surrounding Christmas, but I seem to be on the treadmill like everyone else.  First there was Thanksgiving and guests, then Elliot's school Holiday Bazaar and guests, then next week there's the Advent Spiral at E's school, a get together with the ladies in my neighborhood, then E's birthday and very small party (and the celebration at school which requires 2 capes to be sewn and a cake to be baked), and then some travels to two out of town destinations all leading up to the big day.  Can I curl up in the fetal position now?  Ah well, I'm sure it will all be over in the blink of an eye.  I'll just try to keep it as simple as possible. 

I'm curious what you all think of this "Give One, Get One" concept.   Is that what the children of the world need-- laptops?  I'm not saying the answer is no, just that we shouldn't assume that the answer is yes.  Hmmm...I'd love some concrete examples of how this will improve their lives.  I took a quick look at the website and didn't find them, but haven't fully explored it.  Sort of reminds me of when Karin Blixen opened the school in Out of Africa (my favorite movie), making a lot of assumptions along the way about what "the other" people needed.  Even some of the language on the site rubs me the wrong way-- "to contribute to a more productive and saner world community."  Huh?? 

OK, sorry for the rant, I'm just not convinced.

Update: I replied to comments below rather than individually.

8 Months

Today is the 8 month anniversary of Lucie's birth.  Man, time flies.  In some ways it seems like she's been here forever, in others, it seems like the time has passed in a flash.  She is all sweetness and smiles right now, she brings so much laughter to our family-- even to the other small member who certainly has mixed feelings about her.  And she already has her Daddy wrapped around her finger.

We had a nice Thanksgiving with my brother Drew up from Chicago, and my Uncle Bob who lives nearby.  They are both bachelors happy to have a meal cooked for them, so the pressure is low, which is how I prefer it.  Elliot and I did our grocery shopping the night before, foregoing Whole Foods and heading to our local natural foods store instead.  Figured the parking and crowds would be easier to handle there with a pre-schooler in tow.  We didn't have a ton planned except the staples- turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls and pumpkin pie-  letting ourselves be inspired by what looked fresh.  We also ended up with brussels sprouts, multi-colored baby carrots, and green beans.  I figured I'd cook until I was tired, but I ended up getting to it all.  The last few things were prepared with recipes from Martha, and were very easy.  I've never made brussels sprouts in my life, always thought I hated them, but they're delicious  roasted with apples and bacon-- what isn't right?

So, for the first time in my life I am nearly finished with my Christmas shopping.  I've done it all online during Lucie's naps, and even bought a lot of gift cards.  Every year I have the biggest struggle trying to marry my idea of a good gift with the recipient's, adding in the environmental effect.  Of course, I love to make handmade items, but if the recipient doesn't want/need/like it, then it ends up as junk in a landfill just as much as store bought stuff does, you know.  So, most of my recipients will get a small handmade item together with a gift card to a place that I know they frequent.  That way, there is very little spending on shipping, no gas to return items, I'm not adding clutter to their homes, and they can get something they truly want. 

I don't want to be a scrooge, but I feel like gifts have evolved from being a small token, or a thing that someone actually needs to just being over the top.  Remember when Laura Ingalls would be all thrilled to get an orange and a maple candy?  Maybe some wool socks?  Now kids need what, an 87th stuffed unicorn?  I certainly buy my fair share, but I suppose what I buy fits into my value system.  So this is my solution for this year, I still get to come up with some clever crafty packaging, but the recipient also will get to choose what "stuff" they want to bring into their life.  Any good ideas for gift card packing, preferably something useful as well?

Wool

I love wool.

What is it about wool that inspires such strong feelings?  I bet 1/3 of you are nodding in agreement, and  I've already lost the other 2/3 of you.  But seriously, each fall I renew my love affair with wool-- hello sweaters, hello socks, so glad to see you.  I've missed you.  I would wear wool year round if it wouldn't raise a few eyebrows in my climate.  Merino t-shirts, yes please.  Maybe I should take up knitting so I'd have an excuse to buy all that gorgeous yarn.  Why does wool seem to have almost magical qualities?

We attended the Mt. Bruce Station Wool and Sheep Festival this weekend.  Good old fashioned fun, with sheep shearing, border collie demonstrations, giant piles of hay bales, bluegrass music, and crafts.  I came home with a tiny felted sheep and a handmade broom with a lovely turned handle.  If you're local I recommend making the trek to Romeo next September.  I will go out on a limb and say that the people at the fair actually feel as strongly about wool as I do, even stronger.  They were buying up little sheep pins for the sweatshirts and stuff like that, so I definitely think they like wool even better than me.

And for those of you in the market for baby stuff, did you know that natural mat, the esteemed baby mattress company from England is now available in the US?  Coinciding perfectly with us setting up Lucie's crib this coming weekend.  Placed my order this morning-- for the coco mat model.  Pricey, yes, but most of the other organic mattresses that I've seen are about that much.  When Elliot was a baby, I had to hold him to get him to nap, and while he slept I would read the testimonials on their website (which I don't see anymore) dreaming he would sleep in his crib if only he had one of those mattresses.  We shall see if they are all they're cracked up to be.

And another find-- did you all see Elsita's Blog and Etsy shop on Whipup last week?  Wow.  I ordered two prints right away, as well as her fabulous tiny sister and brother Dido and Dida.  By the way, her print quality was exceptional-- the best I have bought from etsy so far.

OK, enough of my consumerism.  Hope you are all well.  Off to the apple orchard for cider and doughnuts.  Yum.

Hello Little Blog

Steiner School Artwork

Yes, I know I've been neglecting you.  Sometimes I see your name in my Bloglines and I think, "hmph, where has she been?" and then I remember that you're me. 

It's been a busy week+ over at our house.  We all got very sick last week, the kind of sick that makes your child act like the child from H%$$, and you begin to wonder if he will stay like that forever, and then just as quickly, he is back to his old self.  Phew!  And we started school this week, and I couldn't be more pleased with our choice, well, unless it was just down the street or something.

And Elliot comes home talking about star fairies (they're the ones who put the star shapes in the apples, you know?) and making us follow him upstairs "like a needle and a thread."  They made morning muffins and rice pudding and cobbler (update: it was actually homemade tortillas with blueberry jam), and I'm like- "can I come?"  Especially after I saw the knitting room and the little school shop filled with wool felt and roving.  Maybe I'd just start in 2nd grade when they learn to knit.  I've also been surprised at the quality of his play, he's already playing on his own more, and has barely asked for TV.  I hoped that it would improve longterm, but wasn't expecting anything this quickly. 

I wrote all of that last Friday, and am just now finishing this post.

I usually sit in my car for about 30 minutes after dropping Elliot off so that Lucie can nurse and have a tiny nap, and I get to watch the Bluebirds and Yellowbirds start their day (they are the Kindy students, Elliot is a Redbird in pre-K).   It is the most enchanting thing, to watch these children come out all in a line following their teachers.  They skip through the grassy fields all in a row, and then through the woods they go, some come out carrying very large leaves (may apples?) and then they line up in one enormous row side by side on the curb, and hold hands as they cross the lane together in their sun hats and galoshes.  Their teachers, especially the one who seems to be the leader with her elegant clothes and her hair in a loose gray bun, remind me of old-fashioned governesses or something.  They do the skipping as well, with a perfect posture and rarely speak a word.  What a magical way for these kids to start their day.

Steiner School Artwork

We attended a new parent dinner last night, which was followed by a brief meeting in the gym for staff introductions, and then meetings in the classrooms.  The teachers (K-8) seemed really grounded and each introduced the person next to them in a funny way.  Although Waldorf schools have no "principal" the director of admissions sort of serves as the unofficial leader.  We have known her for a few years because she is the wife of the farmer who ran the CSA we belonged to for the past few years.  She is also an elegant lady, with a quiet sense of humor and a commanding presence.  They finished the meeting with a song in the round, with audience participation.  I didn't sing because I was standing in the back bouncing Lucie, but it was actually quite moving.  It sounded really beautiful especially considering it was unrehearsed.   

Sorry for the extreme detail, I am just taking in this experience, as you can tell from my lack of posting.  It feels so good knowing we found the right place for our family.  And wouldn't you know that my husband is flying to Minneapolis and back today to interview for a job there (within his company)?   Ah well, it never gets too boring around here, we always have to be deliberating something.

The Grateful Turtle

Thanks to everyone who chimed in a while back when I mentioned that I was looking for a school for Elliot.  I'm happy to report that we chose one we're very excited about and that classes start next week.  Just so you don't think I'm a total slacker waiting until mid-summer to find one, I wanted to explain that the preschool coop we were part of last year folded, and I was feeling less than excited to start that whole process over.  I knew in my heart that things would work out, but was sort of wandering through the decision process. 

For a long time I have considered home-schooling Elliot, but I finally decided that this year it was not the best choice.  As I've said many times before, we don't have much of a support system here (we had a babysitter for Elliot the first time ever last Friday- yay!), and I think I would be more suited to  homeschooling in an urban setting where I could get out and still feel a part of the world around me.  Also, I think we are all craving a community right now, and we're hoping the school will help with that.

We've chosen a Waldorf school instead of the Montessori I originally mentioned, and those of you who are familiar with the method know that it relies very heavily on rhythm and ritual.  I have been trying to instill a little more of each right now, which doesn't come at all easy for me, and have been impressed with how much easier it makes certain portions of our day.  I have been taking it slowly so that Elliot isn't confused by it all.   

We picked up the little turtle above at the new farmer's market that recently started in our neighborhood.  He is part of our new night time ritual.  We take turns holding the turtle and saying what we are grateful for and if there is anything we are sorry for that day.  The first night Elliot did not want to participate, but ever since the turtle arrived, he has joined us.  Of course, he has been grateful for "fire trucks" each night, but I have hope that his answers will evolve.  And he has said that he is sorry for a few things, so I hope this will help him to reflect on his actions a little more.

While my husband and I (and the baby!) were out on our date Friday night, I picked up a book in the bargain section at Barnes and Noble called Parenting With Spirit by Jane Bartlett.  I really recommend it to anyone trying to add some depth to their relationship with their family.  We don't practice an organized religion, and in just a few days I feel closer to my family just from slowing down and making our everyday activities more special.  It seems like these days when families are all spread out and communities are not as tight-knit, our kids run the risk of growing up feeling very little connection to anything larger than themselves.  Simple acts like sitting down at the table to eat dinner as a family have the ability to strengthen connections.

I'm really excited to be starting down this path.  It seems so obvious, yet somehow surprising that the little rituals we share with our families and communities serve to make our ties stronger.  I'd love to hear some of your familiy's rituals if you'd like to share.

Seven Random Things

I was tagged a few weeks back by Patricia of Good + Happy Day to tell Seven Random Things about myself, so here goes.

1)  I like to talk a lot, and always got in trouble for it in school.  When I was little my Mom, who really didn't buy me printed t-shirts, bought me a shirt that said "chatterbox" on it.  My report cards ALL say something like-- "Courtney's a nice little girl who likes to talk a lot."

2)  Oddly, I hate the telephone.

3) I can't stand mismatched dishes.  I really require at least 4 of each item.  To me, that constitutes a set.  For a while I had two stray mugs which were each a gift.  I had to get rid of them because it made me unhappy when I opened the cabinet.  When you all show your thrifted mugs, I squirm in my seat.  I could buy some if I found a set, though.

4)  When I was small I wore a pink tutu constantly.  I did  not take ballet.  The top was (faded) pink satin with sequins which were sort of falling off.  The bottom was pink tulle, not overly perky.  I woke up my parents each day while wearing it.

5)  I did not take a single art class after 9th grade or at all in college.  I double majored in history and anthropology, planning be a curator of education at a museum.  A few years later I returned to college to study art.

6)  I love to window shop, always have.  When I was little my Mom would take me to the town where my grand-parents lived and give me some spending money.  I would walk to every shop in town debating about what to spend my $5 on, walking back and forth. 

7)  My favorite movie is Out of Africa. 

and a few extras--

8)  I'm named after Courtney Kennedy, (not because of anything she did, my Mom just liked the name) and am a Kennedy-o-phile.  We lived in Boston when JFK, Jr. died, and I swear, you would have thought it was a family member or something.

9)  I get star struck easily, and have seen a lot of stars in person.  When I lived in Chicago I saw Joan Cusack, John Cusack (not together), Robert Redford, Donny Osmond (oooooh...), and in New York- Clare Danes, Brooke Shields, Peter Fonda (he pet my corgis in an elevator at the Tribeca Grand), Nicole Kidman.  I would NEVER approach a star, but I love seeing them.

What inspires you?

Sorry I haven't been around much.  I've been working under some more deadlines for Wondertime, but its all good.  I have a few moments of quiet while my babes are sleeping, and I thought I'd post a picture of my inspiration board that I made way back in March. You know, the one with the hand-tied tacks? I think things will continue to be a little quiet around here, so I though I'd start a little exercise to fill in the gaps. 

What inspires you?  I'll do a post a week on the subject for the next little while-- I guess until I run out of things that inspire me.  Care to join in?  Let me know if you're participating so I can check out what inpires you too. So, I'll start with the obvious- my inspiration board.  There you'll find the work of Denyse Schmidt, Laura Normandin, Tamar Mogendorff, Poppy Treffry and many others.  And the board itself-- brown wool, robin's egg blue quilters cotton, ahhhhhh.

And speaking of inspiration, did you see Martha's new attic studio in her Bedford home?  Oh my.  And the new Martha Collection at Macy's?  I'm all over those blue-green cast iron pans.  Like, tonight.  Honey, want to go to the mall?

Press

One of the most fun and gratifying things about blogging is having others appreciate and recognize your work.  I do this all for fun, in the hopes that it will point me in the direction that I should be heading.  Little by little this has been happening as I weed through the various parts of the projects that I take on, and manage to craft a creative life for myself.  I came across a quote a few weeks ago that I really liked~

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others, cannot keep it from themselves.
James M. Barrie

I have been amazed by the generosity of the blogging community, and have tried, in turn, to be generous.  I have learned you get much more in return when you give with an open heart.

In the past few weeks Two Straight Lines has been mentioned on several blogs that I respect immensely, and I wanted to point you in the direction of those posts.

Cookie Magazine
Design Sponge
Decor8
Apartment Therapy~ The Nursery
IkeaHacker
Craftzine

Thanks so much for posting about the things I create here in my home for my family.  It is truly appreciated.

A few fun links:
Divine Children's Clothing from France: La Fee Clochette
Inspiring Blog: Good + Happy Day

Resource: I purchased the high chair above- probably the most impractical high chair ever- when I was pregnant with my son at a consignment shop in Maplewood NJ.  I assumed it was vintage at the time, but when I got home closer examination revealed a sticker at the bottom marked "Druker Inc. Wooster St., New York, New York, made in France."  After investigating it a bit, I realized this is a high chair manufactured by the same company who makes the woven bistro chairs you see all over France (and that when I am a wealthier person I will have in my kitchen).  So, it is a modern highchair, complete with seat belt, made in France.  It is one of my favorite things, although we don't use it.  Maybe for dollies someday?

And if you've made it this far, a little prize for you.  Leave a comment here by Monday night, let's say 10PM (my bedtime) and I'll draw a name and send off a little prize.  Not sure what it will include, but I'll cook something up.

Yay- glad that's over!  Didn't mean to drum up so much praise, really.  And the winner is #125- now I just need to figure out who that was:)  Thanks to everyone who commented.  I'll show you what the prize was soon, I promise.

The Blue Bird Wish

We've been cleaning out our garage, which resulted in a rather large pile of things to be donated, so I decided to brave the thrift store today with the kids.  To be honest, unlike most bloggers, I'm not a huge thrifter.  I actually love old- particularly vintage- things, but I really don't feel like this area has very good thrift stores.  I've lived places that do, for example, I think Minneapolis is thrifty Heaven.  Garage sales and estate sales every way you turn.  Why is that?  Why are some places better than others?  That would be an interesting anthropological study, or at least a fruitful one.

So anyway, out we head to a new-to-me thrift store, and I had a feeling there was a treasure to be found.  I got a few things, which is really all I wanted-- after all I'm supposed to be getting rid of things, right?  I happened upon a book called The Blue Bird Wish Comes True published in 1960.  Now, I was a Blue Bird, and I remember very little about it except for the very adorable wooden blue bird name tag I got to wear.  Who knew that this book holds the very philosophy that my life is built upon?

"The Blue Bird Wish"

To have fun
To learn to make beautiful things
To remember to finish what I begin
To want to keep my temper most of the time
To go to interesting places
To know about trees and flowers and birds
To make friends

I don't have lofty goals, people.  Just keep it simple.

The illustrations are completely adorable, little girls making handmade puppets and showing them to each other.  Sound familiar?  Filled with recipes and crafts and ideas for helping around the house, it is really a charming primer for domestic life.  And it just happens to match Lucie's room perfectly.

Also picked up- one soft cotton floral sheet and one old school desk, where Elliot's lunch was consumed today.  See it there under the book?