Jewelry and Clothes

Noa was immediately drawn to Mom’s jewelry cabinet. Mom immediately offered to let Noa take the whole cabinet, and the vast majority of its contents, home with her.

I immediately shook my head “NO!”

So, Yessa just settled in to look in each every box and drawer the magical jewelry cabinet had to offer. She picked out a gazillion “beeeuuutttiful” necklaces and rings, many of which were mine from my childhood, and she’s been wearing a balloon necklace most days here.

Zoe, too, picked out a peridot necklace, but it felt too short for her, so I have been wearing it.

Jewelry is not a big part of our lives out in VA. I wear 2 rings, and I like to have one necklace I’m devoted to. I wear it until it breaks. Then I pine for a new necklace until one makes it way into my life somehow.

I think (fear) my girls are going to be different. Not just about jewelry, but branching over into clothes, too. For me, clothes are for wearing. The vast majority of my clothes are: A) From garage sales; B) From Gina; C) Clothes I was forced to buy due to changing body size/shape.

Both of the girls are really selective about their clothes. For Monkey it is a lot about how the clothes feel, but for Yessa there is some underpinning of feel and look that she is always looking for. She has to wear pants, shorts, or a skort, all the time. With a dress, with a nightgown, it doesn’t matter, must have bottoms on.

The interesting thing is that Yessa has always just worn Monkey’s clothes, which suited me well. Many of those clothes came from Gina, who has great taste in clothes, so my children were always well dressed.

Well, Monkey is slowing down in growth right now, while Yessa is spurting, so the clothes cross-over is slowing down. Just had to go get Yessa size 8 unners. I realized with Monkey we just went from 6 to 10, because she grew like a weed around that time. We didn’t ever buy size 8 for her.

This is the long way of pointing out to the future me that the odds of me being of service to the girls in the fashion realm are so numbered.

The Buster is also tough, but in a different way. For him, it’s all about texture and feel of the clothes. He’ll wear most anything, as long as it feels right to him.

Oh, great news. I hate shopping for clothes in a store as much for my children as I do for myself.
I introduced the girls to the joy of garage sales today. I sure hope they catch that bug. Got some great clothes for all of us (except Buds…he’s on his own.)

The girls and necklaces


This visit to Iowa has been a mixed bag of blessings.

I’m so grateful I have the freedom of good marriage, career, and children that allows us to move to Iowa for a 3 week visit. I’m so thankful to have a mother that is open to us taking over her house and life, though this is not how she would have preferred things to go. I’m even more appreciative of her willingness to put up with my bossiness and planning ways. And, despite still feeling plenty of pain, and not at all back to normal, she’s willing to hang with my kids for an hour each day so I can zip to the local box to get in a WOD. That has made all the difference for my emotional health.

Being back here has been such a strange feeling. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so torn by this visit: More than I remember I have loved being outdoors here; I loved going to the Farmers Market with Zachy and Noa last weekend; Walking around Colfax and giving the children a tour of the church where we were married yesterday; Using the Altoona library a couple times a week; And hanging clothes on the line today. All these things are giving me such peace.

Buds is definitely not on board for a move back to Iowa, and I’m okay with that, but there’s a seed growing in my brain somewhere. I wonder what it will sprout into.

This makes me so happy.

Water Drop

We’re at Mom’s, mostly settled in.

Mom has a vast number of sippy cups, so the children are pleased.

Yessa just drained a sippy cup of water, looked at me and said,

“Mommy, I just drank so much water in this sippy cup, I sink I’m going to turn into a rain drop!”

Ahhh, long drive, laced with humor. I’m awfully grateful for my family.


What a hellish week, though in the big scheme of things, it all works out.

Sunday, have beloved cat of 17 years put to sleep. Can’t talk about it without sobbing.
Monday, tweak neck doing shoulder presses in a.m. WOD. Still grateful to have two arms and two legs, even with a sore neck.
Tuesday, Mother, who is visiting for several weeks, trip and falls in living room. Result: fractured left humerus, finding out tomorrow if surgery will be necessary.
Wednesday, 42nd birthday. Couldn’t do birthday burpees due to neck, but will get them in this week.
Thursday, fine so far. Keeping fingers crossed for an uneventful day.

Though exhausted, this is a great reminder to me that life is going to unfold however it does, and being thankful for it, whatever happens, is the way I choose to live my life.