Has anyone else out there discovered the treasure trove of $1 Wild Things goodies currently at Target?!? Good grief. Just when I've vowed to cut back on the amount of stuff we accumulate, Target draws be back into the consumer fray. But how could I resist? You know how we love the Wild Things around here.
We spent the weekend with good friends up on Whidbey Island. Exploring the woods, charming waterfront towns and saltwater driftwood beaches. Perfect. So perfect that I largely forgot to take pictures. Except on the ferry. It always feels extra vacation-y when there's a ferry involved.
The view from the back of the boat was lovely
but the front decks were a touch windy.
Today I had plans for an adventure into new antiquing territory with a good friend, but the baby woke up this morning with a runny nose and a foul temperament. So disappointing. And typical. I was really looking forward to this trip and, as tomorrow is my birthday, I was hoping to treat myself to some new wonders and curiosities.
So now, even though the baby has been inconsolable all afternoon, and I'm largely covered in mucus, I feel a touch stylish nursing in my antique chair. Thanks retail... er... thrift therapy!
Whoever said that glitter is the herpes of the craft world was a genius. And quite possibly a co-op parent. My first official out of class assignment for Beckett's new co-op preschool was to make and decorate 10 birthday crowns. B helped or, more accurately, did most of the work. But the result, apart from the obvious whimsical masterpieces, is that there's glitter everywhere. Tiny bits of sparkle on my hands, my couch, my floor, my dog?!? Ridiculous.
I know I haven't been a "gardener" for very long, but it never really feels like March til I've cut my first ranunculus. This year they're sharing a container with these lovely purple anemones. I only have a small deck now, a fraction of the size of my old rooftop, but even just a few containers go a long way to making this place feel like home.
However, as much as I immediately fell for these, there was something missing. Without the over the top patent leather detailing of other, fancier wingtips they lack the proper whimsy to make them seem fashionable. You know? So I added these ribbon shoelaces and it seemed to do the trick.
Pretty obvious, I know, but it made a big difference. These are darling with my jeans or leggings - though I do have visions of poodle skirts in my future. Must... resist... the poodle...
Before the move, Beckett was going to school 3 times a week, 3 hours a day, less than a mile from our house. His new school, fantastic as it is, is only twice a week, 2 hours a day, and it's 15 miles from home. It's been tough. I don't even bother to trek home, let alone delve into any projects. Instead I've been spending my time at the local (excellent) thrift store. Dangerous and awesome. I'm hoping to do some alterations/ refashions to share with you all while I set up the new apartment for full blown sewing. I just have to carve out the time!
