I knit some booties for a friend (the same friend who got the embroidered onesie).   Technically I knit her just one bootie, because the first was finished years ago (2006?), but was languishing in storage.  Lately I’m trying to clear out hoarded craft supplies and turn them into things that will serve some purpose in the world.  It feels really good.  I also finished a hat to go in this package.  And then I wrapped everything up (along with Hanna Anderson PJs and cashmere baby socks) with old USGS quad maps that my mom salvaged for me.  Coincidentally the one I used for these gifts actually depicted an area in WA near where they have a family vacation house.  My friend liked



kitMy crafting genius friend sent me this great book several months back.  I finally bought myself a set of threads, a hoop, some little scissors.  Also some clearance organic onesies from Hanna Anderson.   Here’s my first attempt at embroidery (for the daughter of a good friend due in June).  It went ridiculously fast and was overall very gratifying.birdonesie

Vintage wrapping paper

It’s baby season again.  Today I mailed off two new baby packages to the midwest- each with the Charlie Harper book and an organic newborn outfit from here.  I had fun wrapping them with vintage paper and packaging them in reused boxes with matching labels.  Goobie had fun helping.


My friend Bethanne’s new place does indeed have an amazing view of Bellingham Bay (I failed to take a photo that captures it).  We mostly sat inside all day and enjoyed it: the eagles, the deer, the train in the distance, the rain, the wind.  Also: olives, cheese, roasted peppers, tea, rosemary salt bread, wheat-free ginger bread.  And a walk down to the beach.  Ursula and I got to catch up on the way there.  Henry got to hug and kiss Moose, Bethanne’s insanely adorable poodle.  All in all a lovely day.


Here’s the crazy little puppetmaster of my heart.  Today I was eaten up with stupid maternal anxieties.  It’s unproductive to give them energy.

It wasn’t a good day.  I wanted it to be.  It was pretty out but cold.  We started off to the zoo but aborted because of the wind and headed to the children’s museum instead.  We ended up eating out downtown (and watching a yo-yo tournament!) and letting Goobs fall asleep on the way home in the car.  Unfortunately he woke up when we got home and that was it for the day.

Whiz and I fought some.  Partly over the fellowship- which actually was more of a productive talk than a fight.  The rest was nerves and fatigue.  The last week has been hard.  Not only because of the flu.  Other things happened: my mom broke her leg; the Whiz’s dad started chemo; George went into a diabetic coma while driving and flipped and totaled his car (but was miraculously unharmed!); Sam found out FWS will no longer allow the importation of ivory for research and suffered what he described as a minor stroke- temporarily suffering from a partial loss of cognitive function; Rebecca had to put down her cat of 18 years.  Ouch my heart.  I guess these developments put everything in perspective.  And with the exception of R’s cat nothing has been lost that can’t be recovered.  I’m sending up prayers for everyone I care about.

appendix: the day wasn’t all bad.  I found $20 on the floor in Whole Foods and splurged on some beer and cheese for the Whiz.

Party Planning

Check out the sweet blueberry hat that my sister in law knit for Goobie as a Christmas gifts.  It’s one of her first knitting projects ever and- there’s no way to fully appreciate this from the photo, but take my word for it- every stitch is PERFECT.  I’ll never knit that well.  Goober wore it over to the frisbee golf course this morning and we had a rare sunny morning with an empty course to run around on.

It was a busy day- walk to the park, met Cara and Bodin at Gymboree, nap/ cleaning, had Anne, Jamie, Anna and Lilli over for a playdate, met daddy for dinner and grocery shopping, bedtime.  Not much time for an improvement.  But the day’s not over yet, and that blue and red combo has me thinking about the fourth of July.  I asked my mom about using her house in Gearhart for a party.  Back when I thought we were moving to Portland for a Fish and Wildlife job that I didn’t get I developed this fantasy of spending our forths at the house- decorating bikes for the parade, building bonfires on the beach, eating deviled eggs and hot dogs.  You know.  Some while later I realized we don’t need to move to Portland in order to do that.  Anyway, my mom’s excited about it.  So I am right this minute planning who to invite.  It’s complicated because of the rooms.

Superbowl Sunday

This morning we had popovers with friends.  I brought the popovers, wet separated from dry and we cooked them up there.  They provided the homemade cheese (failed mozzarella that ended up as a delicious ricotta) and marmalade.  Yum!  I’d never made popovers before.  They were simple but exciting.  I highly recommend it.  After nap we went to a toddler friendly superbowl party while Whiz worked at home in preparation for a conference in L.A. that he attends tomorrow.  Wow yellow pants.  That’s all I have to say about that.