Just a few random thoughts at the end of a busy week.
I love this idea of Julie's...for anyone wanting to have a handmade holiday but aren't sure where to start or just need a little motivation, this just might be the ticket. Knowing Julie, it will be amazing.
This guy and his talented feet kind of blew me away. I can barely walk with mine, and he's making chess pieces with his.
I miss the days when kids could bring homemade treats to school. Where are the sticky popcorn balls and pretty homemade cupcakes? Can we get back there please?
This article comes off as a little "you kids get off my lawn" but I enjoyed it anyway.
I can't decide what I want to add more to my ultimate christmas list, a foraging trip with Steve Brill, a new workshop, or a nap.
I've had four kids, so how did I forget how difficult the 2 year to 3 year old transition is? Shouldn't I be way more relaxed about it by now?
I've been (finally) playing with the clay that I slaked from the yard.
Snow is coming.
There are 57 days until christmas.
Yikes.
Have a great weekend everybody.
7 comments:
Do you ever feel like the build up to Christmas is so crazy that once it's here and over with it's almost like you don't know what to do with yourself? lol
57 days?! Don't remind me! ;)
x Katherine
that is a lot of varied and random thoughts, but nearly all of them made me smile. wishing you a great weekend, Lisa, and stay warm!
Wow! - the guy with the bow lathe is something!
Reference the Eat the Weeds article, there are still people championing some of those apparently lost causes, such as washable (non-disposable) nappies/diapers - in fact, I was one of them. For three years I lobbied away on their behalf, but the might of the disposables/paper industry is very great indeed.
i love your mind
These random thoughts are also befitting of a Monday morning, Lisa. Loved them. Have a great week.
i read this the other day from the iPad, but wanted to say thank you for the shout-out! and i'm still reeling, imagining that you can't take homemade treats to school. that's pure madness. i can't even imagine how it came about...
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