240/366: Staples

Every freezer.
Should be stocked.
With chocolate chips.

This is a necessity.

239/366: Hello, world!

It's been awhile.
Like a few months.
Since I've done.
The dreaded self portraits.

I'm digging my new do.
So I thought it was as good a time.
As any.
To put myself.
On the other side.
Of the glass.

Hello world.
Thought I would say hi.

238/366: Special Delivery

I love.
Receiving packages.
Even if it is something.
I order myself.
Finding the box.
On the doorstep.
Tearing open the tape.
Digging through the wrap.
To uncover what's inside.
Always makes me feel.
Giddy.

237/366: Too Cute

They are too cute.
I can't say no.

So I blame them.
For my dinner.

Which was.
By most standards.
Not very healthy.

236/366: Coloring

Love letters.
In the shower.

Thank you Crayola.
For bathtub crayons.

Every adult.
Should have them.

235/366: Procrastination

Is there a specific timeframe.
In which one.
Should unpack from a trip?

Typically.
I unpack right away.
However, this time.
I have been home.
For three days now.
And my suitcase sits.
And stares.
Taunting me.

I look at it.
Sigh.
And walk right by.

I'll unpack tomorrow.

234/366: The Artist

It is not uncommon.
For me to come home.
To find my husband.
Sitting on the couch.
Sketching.

As I am someone.
That struggles trying to draw.
Stick figures...

My husband's talent.
Leaves me.
In awe.
Inspired.
and a bit jealous.

233/366: Generations

This weekend.
When visiting my family.
I was given.
A great surprise.

A treasure.
Beyond words.
Delivered in brown cardboard.
From a cousin.
I haven't seen.
In far too many years.

Inside.
A quilt.
Sewn by the hands.
Of my beloved great grandmother.
One that my own grandmother.
Had never seen.

It has been mine.
For three days now.
Everytime I look at it.
Tears well in my eyes.

My cousin stated.
She wanted to hand it on.
To someone that would cherish it.
Love it.
Pass it on.
To the next generation.

I am speechless.
Touched.
In awe.
Of such a beautiful.
Unexpected gift.

232/366: Cookies

I brought home.
Six.
Of the best.
Cookies.
Ever.

231/366: Supermodel

A trip to visit.
My newborn niece.
Wouldn't be complete.
Without a photo shoot.
With Auntie.

Perfect. Model.

 

230/366: Clementine

Before my niece was born.
Clementine.
Was the little girl.
In the family.

229/366: Baby Love

Today.
I met my niece.
She.
Is.
Perfect.
From head.
To.
Toes.

228/366: Three Little Words

It only took.
Three simple words.
For me to jump.
On the Toms bandwagon...

Burplap.
Ballet.
Flats.

227/366: Threshold

Step into.
The light.

226/366: Butter Makes Everything Better

If you're afraid of butter, use cream.
                                          - Julia Child

225/366: Be Mine

Frozen Pizza.
Scary Movies.
Wine.
(Not pictured.)

This is how.
We do Valentine's Day.

Happy Heart.
Full Belly.
And hopefully...
No trouble sleeping.

224/366: Tiny Shoes

Baby Shoes.
For.
Baby Feet.

223/366: Character

I love the details.
That give character.
To old homes.

222/366: She's Back...

You first met Millie a couple of months ago.
We are visiting our friends for the weekend.
That means time with Millie.
The only other girl.
I think my husband loves as much as me.

221/366: Remember When?

Remember when
You didn't have to
Put all your stuff in baggies
Before catching a flight...

220/366: Let Them Eat Cake

Never underestimate.
The power of a cupcake.
Or two.

219/366: Hats

A hat is a flag, a shield, a bit of armor, and the badge of femininity. A hat is the difference between wearing clothing and wearing a costume; it's the difference between being dressed and being dressed up; it's the difference between looking adequate and looking your best. A hat is to be stylish in, to glow under, to flirt beneath, to make all others seem jealous over, and to make all men feel masculine about. A piece of magic is a hat.
                                                                                                  -Martha Sliter

218/366: A Very Good Day

Today.
Was one of those.
Monumental days.
When everything.
Magically falls into place.

Today was the start.
Of so many things.
So much that you will see.
So much I will share.
Over the coming months.

Then.
At the end of the day.
At  11:30ish pm...
Eastern...
7 pounds and 13 ounces of lovely.
Entered this world.

I love you darling niece.
Happy Birth Day.
We are so glad you're here.

217/366: Cabbage

I am lately.
Obsessed.
With the concept of cabbage.
As a flower.
Rather than cabbage.
As a vegetable.

It is popping up in flower beds.
Floral arrangements.
Wedding bouquets.
It is bright.
Colorful.
Beautiful.
Convienent if you get hungry.

216/366: Smoked

All day long.
As I sat at my sewing machine.
My neighbors down below.
Were smoking something.
In their grill smoker thingymabob.
That smelled decadent.

The scent of bar-b-que.
Drifted up through the window.
For hours.
It was heavenly.
And left me feeling hungry.
For hours.

Now.
I want a grill smoker thingymabob.
They smell REALLY good.

215/366: His Desk

I love my husband's desk.
It is filled.
With work stuff.
With toys.
With car parts.
It is uniquely his.
Right down.
To the wall of post its.
Next to the desk light.
And the Magic 8 Ball.
I sent him when we were dating.

I can't look at it.
Without smiling.

214/366: Peppers

Today.
For the first time.
In my thirty some years
I had green peppers.
On pizza.

I totally.
Loved it.

213/366: Dinner

Yes, this is my dinner.

It was wonderful.

We ate burgers from the grill.

With avocado slices.

And crispy crinkly fries.

Baked in the oven.

As we sat at that table.

In our jammies.

Talked about our day.

Made plans for our future.

It was simple.

It was normal.

It was sweet.

It was my favorite part.

Of today.

213/366: Do you hear what I hear?

One of the things.
That I love most.
About being able to hear.
After years of silence.

Is the sound of windchimes.
In our window.
Each morning.