This weeks lovely, inspiring things on Instagram...
26 January 2015
We had moved to Pennsylvania less than a month before this, on December 15. But I feel like we were making decent domestic progress.
Mmm... I made orange honey dijon salmon for Shabbos that week. It was particularly moist and tasty!
Aviva was still two at this time last year!
She seemed so much older than that, my pretty girl.
Aryeh has just turned one the month before. Those cheeks!
Get out of my yarn basket, mischievous boy. That Road to China Light costs upwards of $15 a skein, child!
Such a serious artist.
So much face. I want to grab all of his face fat and kiss kiss kiss him.
at 1:27 PM
18 January 2015
15 January 2015
A little bit of winter foliage from our backyard.
"We are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things."
William Wordsworth, 1888.
It's raining little bits of ice, more like heavy snow than hail, creating a tinny tapping sound on the old awnings over the windows. The heater is warm on my feet and I hear the washing machine rushing below; together these things all make a honey sort of white noise.I've got my knitting in hand as I watch a little Pride & Prejudice to pass the time before I switch the laundry. The house is asleep. Aside from the scampering of the kitties, I am the sole conscious being in the house. Last night, Aviva had a dream that she needed to become a grown up, that someone came up to her window and told her she had to grow up but it made her sad, as she just wanted "to be a child". It sounded both distressing and vivid and broke my heart. Joshua soothed her back to sleep. All I could think was just let them sleep and dream and be children. Just let them sleep a little longer before they have to grow up.
at 12:47 PM
05 January 2015
Here is an honest look into my messier days. I do keep a decently clean home, but today I had tons of laundry to do and fold. And let's be true, some days you just don't make your bed. But there was something inherently lovely in the mess of colors and patterns from all of the chaos. So I decided to let my shield down and share my mayhem shamelessly.
We've had sick kids for the past two weeks so our room was filled with neglected clothes and tons of kids toys, books, plushies, tissue boxes, various remedies, and so forth. Ah, the weight off of my mind to get rid of some of it!
I'm sure I'm not the only one who cannot sit through folding laundry without some sort of entertainment (today's being the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film; not my favorite, but I love the aesthetic).
It was sunny with few clouds and yet there were little snow flurries about through the day. The light was relaxing and was well lent to the dull task of folding laundry, which I had been avoiding for a couple of days.
Ah, Marceline, you look so noble sometimes. But I know your brains are fluff.
Aside from noting that there was an abnormal amount of gold hues in the attic bedroom, I noticed that I was wearing (the top one is me) and folding exclusively golden shirts for myself. Literally there were no other shirts for me to fold besides this color. ... It was even a little weird to me.
Ah Marce, blank stare... tongue sticking out a little bit. You're my kind of cat.
Thanks for looking! Have a relaxing winter day, friends.
at 8:07 PM
01 January 2015
It's a new year. Taking a deep breath in the brisk winter weather can be so refreshing. The new year is always filled with hopes for improvement and change, often times feeling unrealistic and beyond reach. This time around I've decided that nothing is beyond my grasp and that I just have run after my goals and dreams and get them by my hands and make them mine. In the past I've let fear of failure, laziness, and so on block my from a productive path. This year is different. I made a list of goals that I feel are achieveable but not beneath me.
♥ Nurturing a happier, more fun atmosphere for my family, starting with a happier me.
♥ Blog consistently for year, proving to myself that I can still do it.
♥ Return to my former dreamy state of mind, seeking beauty in everything.
♥ Be creative every single day, whether knitting, crafting, drawing. Anything.
♥ Work on my dream: a creative business.
Please help encourage me on the path to my goals for the year and I hope that anyone else that happens upon my journal is also encouraged to work on their goals for the year.
at 4:40 PM