little lovelies handmade

Handmade Parade is back!

And we are SO EXCITED! This year we have a larger location which means room for MORE handmade awesomeness, as well as a number of workshops! We are working on getting some crafty stations put together where people can sit down and learn to knit or crochet, make cards, jewelry and so much more! There will be plenty of local indie fun to be had!

If you or someone you know has an indie crafty business and you would like to be a vendor, sponsor or swag contributor take a look at our website at www.handmade-parade.com to get the scoop. And don't forget to mark your calendar!

Handmade Parade Spring 2009
Giovanni Hall
1333 58th Street
Sacramento, CA 95819

The Whole World is in Her Hands

My wee baby is giggles and sunshine all day everyday. I have never seen such a happy, aware baby in my life and that's saying a lot because my other two babies were pretty dang happy and aware children. She just smiles and takes in the chaos around her. I know she's taking notes for later, but we are too charmed right now to be worried about what that means for later.

Big sister is showing flashes of what is to come for us: attitude, drama, independence, stubbornness, but also irrepressible, sweetness, kindness and a goofy sense of humor. We are standing in a weird place with these girls, one whose personality we can't wait to see blossom and another who is growing up so fast right before our eyes.

Wouldn't It be Lovely?

I would love to still be curled up nice and warm with a book right there...Every morning baby and I cuddle for a an hour or so during her breakfast. Sometimes big sister and brother join us, but usually they going running down the hall with daddy in search of more important things like breakfast or cartoons.

Journaling 2009

A couple years ago a few days after Christmas I sat down with a pen and paper and wrote out a sort of "life list" - stuff I wanted to learn and do and see. I suppose you could call it a bucket list, but that is a tad bleak. So I had this list and it had probably 100 things on it. I had at times contemplated taking a picture of it and posting it on my blog, but never did, which is a shame because I believe that one day in a fit of 'I'm never going to learn and do and see half these things anyway, I suck!' frustration I threw it away. Leave it to me to give up on life List two years into it (dummy, the point is to learn and do and see all these things over the course of your LIFE. I swear I am my own worst enemy sometimes).

Anyway, I have been thinking about the list quite a bit lately and how I wanted to bring it back in some form. I made this journal, which I can tell will be the first of many many journals of its kind. I have always been a journaler in some form or another and have always had a bad habit of re-reading them a few years later and in utter embarrasment over whatever I wrote I would throw them away later. The one I am most thankful and regretfull at tossing is the one from the eighth grade where I shamelessly professed my undying love for one junior high twerp or another, but also once finally dating one of them (and if you mean by dating holding hands in the hallway) realizing "Oh crap, my mom is totally right not to let me date until I'm 16, I have no idea what I am doing here." I actually wrote that along with a not to my future daughter stating that MY mom was right about dating, and to listen to me when I tell them about dating, cuz I'll be right too.

I swear to you this is the kind of weirdo junior high kid I was. Now my daughters will never know that my 13 year old self told them how smart I was going to be when I said they couldn't date till they were 16 (cuz that is going to be the rule, don't care if it's 1993 or 2021). But, I have spared them having to read their mother pour out her soul in all capitol letters (though the lowercase "i"s will still have hearts for the dots) in colored pencils (OH MY GOSH. I LOVE HIM SOOOOOO MUCH. Why won't he PAY ATTENTION TO ME).

I can't promise that the grown up version of my journal won't have all capitol letters in colored pencils, but I can promise that there won't be any broken hearted tirades about how UNFAIR it is that I DIDN'T get the part in the school play or how I'll NEVER GO TO SCHOOL AGAIN.

To get you in the mood here is the Flickr photostream of Jen Osborn's journal, which is GORGEOUS. (see, I just can't help myself)