Willabee Wallabee Woo

Finally I have found them...the mythical toddler size Wallabees. I take what I think might be an unhealthy amount of pleasure in having my husband and son in matching shoes.

ps. they also have fuschia ones for little girls.

Welcome to Hard Times

I neglected to mention that Ian had a poem published on the website Starting Today: Poems for the First 100 Days. He is a humble poet, not given to self-promotion. I am a lazy blogger. Still, you should read it!

I sit and listen to them by myself

we got our record player up & running again. I'm loving some old records today.

Home Stuff

I bought some new things for the house today:

Truffaut Film Poster for the bedroom. Muy Romantico.


Embroidered Kilim Rug, for...not sure yet. But it intrigued me, so I adopted it.

cabin fever

I admit it, I've got cabin fever tonight. There's 16 inches of snow outside my house right now and I've only left the house once in the past 3 days. I'm just dinking around on the computer and listening to a little Neil Young. Look at this cool blanket I found:

Helsinki blanket by Henrik Vibskov - found at Stand Up Comedy

a little zig, a little zag

Ever since I found that Africa rug I've been trying to figure out how much it costs. I know, setting myself up for heartbreak. Trouble is, now I have my heart set on a zig zag rug. A google search for "zig zag rug" yielded the wonderful Etsy shop Finnishweaver. I adore her rugs and wall hangings.

NEW/OLD

I've realized the look I'm after is NOLD.
photo via Remodelista

I love you, Rug

"Africa" rug by The Rug Company
Price upon request. That's not a good sign.

1000 Words

and...exhale.

So, I've decided to come back to this space again. I took an extended break to move & enjoy the summer (and, uh...fall too) with my family & friends but I've been told that my presence here was missed, and frankly I miss it too. I've felt rather uninspired and unmoored for the past 5 months or so since we moved and I think that's why I stopped writing here. I just felt busy with life and otherwise blah with not much to share.

One of the things that had me holding my breath since we arrived here was the fact that we desperately wanted to buy a home where we can put down some roots. I must say the search was disheartening. Nothing in our price range was even remotely considerable, and we would come home heads hung low and wonder if we'd made the right move coming back here. UNTIL! We found it...a 1951 ranch with tons of windows and natural light - an open floor plan and a rumpus room. TWO fireplaces. It needs work but we are pleased as punch and I can't wait to start cataloging my inspiration here. As well as the trials & tribulations of renovation & home improvements. I'm happy to have something to look forward to and a nest to feather. This has been a dream of ours for such a long time.

I promise pics soon!

Like Death Warmed Over

Things in the Harris household took a turn for the worse over the weekend with poor Max coming down with hand/foot/mouth disease. Essentially it is a common childhood virus that entails a mouth full of painful sores, a mad diaper rash, and often blisters on the hands & feet. Poor baby can't really eat or drink and is utterly miserable. It is these moments of helplessness when I really feel what it means to be a parent. To bear witness to the suffering, even if I can't make it go away. To hold him and stroke his hot little head and sing songs to him. There is absolutely nothing worse than seeing your child in pain, and I am amazed to find wells of patience and empathy I never thought I was capable of.

We just need to make it through this week -- we are flying home on Friday and there is so much to be done before then. I am terrified, and tired, but mostly really really excited.