Lately I’ve been:
1. Getting really crafty. I’m in the middle of knitting my very first sweater, and I’m gearing up to start piecing my first quilt. A trip to the Mennonite thrift store in Goshen when Isaiah and I visited family there this weekend got me all stocked up for all my projects. Gear is expensive, and there is a lot that you need when you’re starting from zero. So I’m trying to responsibly collect things that I’ll use for years.
2. Feeling really topsy-turvy and blue. Trying to remember that I can’t muscle my way into the life I think I want, that my power is only an illusion, that it’s best to relax my tense body and open my hands a little bit. But it’s hard. It’s really hard. I’m waiting to hear back from a job opportunity that feels really bright, really important, really maybe exactly what I need, but the waiting is terrible, anxiety-inducing. I want to hope, but not too much. Not so much that I don’t know what I’d do if the answer is no. So, deep breaths, open hands, open eyes, long walks, one day at a time. Isaiah and I have been waiting for the dust of our lives to settle, and now we are wondering if it ever will. Maybe it sort of doesn’t ever. Maybe that’s okay.
3. Reading a lot of things, but mostly Madeleine L’Engle, because she is my adopted grandmother and her quiet wisdom makes me feel like the world is more possible.
4. Feeling angry about politics, and unwilling to speak about them. Just angry, and a little aghast that things have gotten so weird in our country. Bracing myself for election day.
5. Trying to spend as little money as possible (HARD), but still keeping a mental wish list and window shopping lots because I can’t help it.
6. Needing new winter boots (maybe these to cool myself up a bit), all the wool socks, and a big fluffy duvet (this cover is the prettiest, and the pricey-est) because winter is coming and it’s going to be BAD. We came home from Indiana last night and almost ALMOST turned on the furnace. Not yet. Not yet, but soon.
7. Enjoying autumn while it’s here with mums on my doorstep, a tiny white pumpkin on my coffee table, cinnamon on everything, and cider as often as I can handle the sugar. I’m dreaming of beeswax candles and pecan pie and lots of things that I’m not sure I have time for in these days that slip away too quickly. It’s all dissolved into coffee shifts and waiting, but the weather is fine and there are mums at least.
8. Listening to George Winston December on vinyl, which Isaiah magically found for me me at Goodwill, and feeling all the nostalgia. This is the music I used to create ballets to in my living room as a kid. It still makes me want to dance and sway and cry and look out the window and eat Archway cookies all at once. It’s a little early (October), I know, but I don’t care, not at all. At least I haven’t pulled out the Bing Crosby yet. Maybe in a week or two.
9. Needing a sewing box, and drooling over this amazing, completely too expensive one from Best Made Co. Maybe I’ll somehow magically find some sort of antique like it? Maybe? It’s too gorgeous to be real. Maybe this for a cheaper and still lovely/utilitarian option.
10. WANTING TO BAKE BREAD AGAIN, WHAT HAVE I BEEN WAITING FOR, PROBABLY DIDN’T BECAUSE OF TRYING TO AVOID OVEN USE BUT NOW I’M COLD ALWAYS SO BACK IN ACTION! Pulling out my double dutch oven and will try again with a sourdough starter, because things didn’t go too well last year and I resorted to yeast and this magic recipe which turned out very well after all. Also, the speedy version, apparently! Will try!
Lately in photos:
Sometimes your sister visits and buys a tiny tree.
Squeezing out the last bits of summer in Chicago.
Made a big batch of cookie dough, froze it, baked them two at a time for a month. Highly recommended from this household.
Lots of my days look just like this.
When in doubt, pom pom crown.
Living our best life sometimes.
Loved being with these women in this lovely city.
Saw some Shakespeare in Wheaton and wept the whole way home.
I frequently ask Isaiah to go on a date to the grocery store with me. It’s no different than a regular grocery visit, really. Just with added love.
Loved having these two New York babies in Chicago for a little minute.
Bought myself some mums for my doorstep and a tiny white pumpkin. Fall is actually happening.
Coolest dog in the village!
From Pond. One to read again and again and again.
O lovely plate on which the perfect sandwich lay, may we always remember your crumbs and smears. O silver fork, O little bowl, what treasures passed your way!
(It was the chicken parmesan sandwich at Publican Quality Meats, if you must know. Goodness.)
It’s very beautiful here.
These two fancy people are very engaged!!!
Our local Sprout Home, helping us get our fall on.
A not sad desk lunch thanks to WAAM Industries! Love my new canvas lunchbag, and keep finding excuses to pack a lunch even when I don’t need one! Also, cheese popcorn has been a mainstay in our household this fall. How about yours???
Goodbye for now, oh special place.
Tis the season for oatmeal bake! Used Molly Wizenberg’s recipe, of course. She’s my go-to for all things oatmeal, and all things edible, really. Ignore the splotch of egg. Sometimes I don’t beat things well enough.
A VISITING YACHTSMAN!
Sometimes I let things get messy.
Back when we had our best bud around.
Run right now to the Cultural Center to see this exhibit. It’s narrative art at its finest.
I’m not kidding. It’s very special.
It is one of my favorite things to visit this quilt in the Cultural Center. It reminds me of this, actually, Dr. Seuss’ spookiest.
Donuts in White Cloud, Michigan. Donuts as they really should be.
Birds of a feather.
Some urban gorgeousness, not expected but very thankfully received.
Fell in love with some yarn, don’t worry!
My street, 7 am. So golden.
In a canyon with my best boys, finding circles of quiet, remembering what it feels like to have room.
Glory be! Mums!
IT IS INDEED WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. WE GOT TO BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENED. Thank you Chicago for being cool enough to be a new home for Hamilton.
IT WAS BETTER THAN I EVEN IMAGINED IT WOULD BE.
When we got to the park, the fire was already burning, courtesy of the Treekeepers. We did not ask questions, we just set our own firewood aside and got warm.
If gardens aren’t magic, then I don’t really know what is.
Bounty, and for pizza even!
FORESHADOWING! FORESHADOWING! (Said with the voice and hand gesture of Mrs. Bobola, sophomore English teacher.)
She told me what each plant was, and I was glad because I didn’t know, not at all.
Two favorite small girls, one favorite small cat.
Morning light, grandma’s stairs.
Asked grandma my knitting questions, ate shredded wheat, made progress.