Winter To-Do's.

I think it's safe to say we've officially hit the longest stretch of the year....mid January to mid-March. It's at least eight years long.  I go in and out of loving it--an excuse to stay cozy in the house, nest a bit, finish projects, cook, watch movies, not feel like a sloth if it's noon and I haven't showered yet, and the whole hunkering down bit--and hating it.  I'm trying really hard to hard to love it.  I do every year.  And mostly I'm successful.  However it doesn't help when your three old, out of the blue--on her own accord, starts saying we should move to Florida so we can always be warm.  It's hard to argue with that when it's 1 degree outside. 

But we're not moving anytime soon.  I'm still working on our move two months ago and the projects I want to finish. 

Here's our 1/2 bath off the mudroom.  That big wall staring right at you--I'm going to wallpaper that baby like it's 1985.  Something good.  I just need to start looking. 

I'm still collecting stuff for this gallery wall.  It comes together little by little.  There's a few things in the mail and some more brainstorming that needs to happen.  By the end of the winter doldrums--this will be finished. 

Georgia has this fabulous play loft at the top of the stairs.  I have some plans.  I've ordered a lot of paper lanterns and honeycomb balls from Oriental Trading.  I need to put them together  and hang them in one corner and work on my husband for what I want to hang in the other corner.  It could be cool--I just need to win him over to the cool side.  I think I have it in me. 

My front sitting room...a hem...parlor.  I'm in need of a whole bunch more Ikea frames to finish a project I've started on the other walls--they just haven't been in stock the last few times my mom has gone to get them for me.  Ikea--don't you dare discontinue them before I'm done. 

What are your winter to-do's?  The way I see it, you've got two solid months to knock 'em out and then they'll be suffocated by spring/summer to-do's.  The kind that involve garden hoses, top soil, sidewalk chalk, and deck stain, not frames, wall paper, and tissue paper party decorations.  

No Clothing Challenge

Please note.  I don't feel like this accurately portrays my problem. It's just a glimpse. 

Let me be clear.  I am not naked as I write this. Nor do I plan on becoming so in the immediate future as the title of this post suggests.  There are no nudist colonies in my future. But I'm proposing a challenge to myself and to anyone else that wants to join me in a "no clothing challenge."  A no "new" clothing challenge.  Clothes are my vice.  Like really my vice.  Some people collect tech gadgets and are in line at five a.m. two weeks before the new iPad comes out, some people collect jewelry, some people have toys like boats and jet skis and expensive bikes.  I collect clothes. And I'm not picky.  I'd like to have a dress from Target as much as a dress from BCBG.  Heck....if I see something cute at the grocery store I can work it into our food budget.

Ruche.com is a horrible website for me to know about.......it's criminal how easy it is for me to just, whoops, I bought a shirt.  Or I wander over to ModCloth's sale section and find something that I don't have and I probably for sure need--and that's it--once I get this one thing my winter clothing selection will be complete.  And it doesn't stop with me.  I also love to buy clothes for Georgia.  It's just so easy.  Cute tights at Target?  Check.  A vintage inspired t-shirt on Etsy?  Check. Crewcuts clearance pants?  Check. Do you ever wonder who actually clicks on the Facebook sidebar ads because they see a pair of shoes?  I do.

It's so stupid.  Really.  And you know stupid it is?  I'm even tempted to buy cool work out clothes.  I DON'T work out.  And for the few times a month year I get a hankering to do it, I've got plenty of them to meet those needs.

In fact, in addition to a (big) closet full of clothes,  I have three full wardrobe boxes in my basement that I haven't unpacked since our move two months ago.  To make myself feel better for one moment I'll also state for the record, that I don't really get rid of clothes, so some of what I'm talking about is over ten years old.  But still.

Therefore, I've decided to challenge myself to no new clothes until my daughter turns four at the end of March.  I know--I could go longer--lots of people do.  But I don't want to sabotage this challenge before I even start.  And when I say no new clothes--I mean it.  Not for me.  Not for Georgia.  Chris is exempt--he's much more reasonable to begin with, so if he needs a new work shirt, he deserves it.

I read about someone else doing a "no clothing challenge" and they committed to no new clothes, except essentials, until March?  What are essentials that you don't already have that you wouldn't be able to make it without until March?  I'm good on underwear, socks, shoes, and coats.  I mean really?  I suppose if I got invited to a White House dinner for mid-February I'd need to go get a new dress--that would be an essential.....but I'm confused as to the other.  (And for the record Michelle O'Bama--I am fairly open mid-February......867.5309.....call me.)

This is seriously going to put a cramp on my Target trips.  Because Target?  Target is enemy #1 when it comes to new clothes.  I'm like a moth to a flame when I see those Mossimo cardigans in every color on sale for $8, or their guest designer collections, or when their maxi dresses start showing up for spring break, or when I see their shoes................gotta stop.

Anyone with me here?  Anyone? And even if it's not clothes for you....what could be your "no __________ challenge"?

I think personal challenges like this are good.  Sure, in the grand scheme of world events they are trite and pie-in-the-sky and fairly inconsequential. But they are good for you personally because they help to curb a habit that isn't a great one.  And when you curb one bad habit, others will follow.  Hopefully.

So here I go.  Keep me in check.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step.

So I guess we're into stuffed animal hoarding here.

One of them was getting out of line so Georgia quickly let them know what was up.  I think it was probably Mary Todd Lincoln over there against the wall.  You know how she's a little off.  And whose three year old has a Mary Todd Lincoln doll anyway?

Anyway--just stopping by to say Happy Monday!  Lots of DIY's coming up over on Mom Colored Glasses in the next couple of weeks so we've been working on those today with a Little Red Riding Hood puppet show for the troops above thrown in there too.  Georgia is always my 'helpful' assistant!

Adios!

I swear Georgia was happier than this picture indicates.

News. The Best News.

Last Friday I posted this.  I spent the rest of the weekend crying on and off.  I spent the early part of this week crying on and off. And a lot of yesterday, the day of their hearing, crying on and off.  And to be honest, I've spent a lot of time since last February when this situation first arose crying on and off. And in the midst of those tears and on either side of them I prayed, like a mad woman, for this situation to be resolved in a way that would be best for Asher.

And all over the world, and I love that I can say world--because I know it's true, people were praying their hearts out for Asher and his mommy and daddy.  Thousands of people, many of them who don't even know Karen and Aaron and will never meet them cried out for them and their amazing little boy.  They prayed that what was best for Asher would be done; pleading with God that what would be best for Asher would be that he'd stay with Karen and Aaron.

And today.  January 10th.  An amazing judge ruled that what would be best for Asher is for Karen and Aaron to be his parents for the rest of his life.  He belonged with them.

There really are no words to describe how I feel about this ruling.  Elated? Relieved? Thankful? Overcome with emotion?  They're all true.  But they just don't feel......good enough.....descriptive enough.  And I think that's how it is when something is that good.  It takes the words out of your mouth and reduces you to a shaking, sobbing, laughing, mess in the Subway parking lot while you're picking up lunch and people walk by you wondering what's wrong with the crazy woman in the white car.

I can never say thank-you enough to everyone that took up this burden and inquired about it over and over, the stories you've shared with me about people you know and that I don't asking about it, the comments I've read on so many of your Facebook walls after you shared Asher's story that were brimming over with love and support and sadness and faith, the e-mails I've received from adoptive mamas who I've never met who've been in this situation offering a listening ear, and ultimately....the prayers.

The prayers have blown me away.  It's been one of the defining moments in my life. To see so many people come together for this amazing family and hurt for them when they probably didn't even know them was life altering for me and taught me so much about what it means to pray without ceasing and to have faith in a God who is bigger than legal precedent and a judicial system that is so frequently frustrating and illogical.

I'll leave you with Karen's Facebook status tonight.......

It’s over! We won! Asher is ours!!!

The Lord so graciously went before us today. He gave us a wise judge who cares about the law. He spared all of our witnesses from the horrible task of having to testify. He granted us an immediate decision - a dismissal - from the judge, within 20 minutes of when the hearing began.

We celebrate so many victories today, the greatest being the Lord’s presence in our lives. We always knew we were called to be parents - and today that was reaffirmed for us in mighty ways. We’ve seen friends, families…even strangers come together on our behalf collectively pounding down the gates of Heaven through prayer and petition. We’ve experienced 12 days of AWESOMENESS with Asher…and locked precious moments from each of those days deep down in our hearts to carry with us always.

And above all, we believe that the Lord has been glorified in mighty ways…glorified by your response to us…glorified by the final outcome…and most importantly, glorified in the praises we hope you’ll shout to the heavens when you read this post.

Psalm 118:15
Shouts of JOY and VICTORY resound in the tents of the righteous: “The Lord’s right hand has done MIGHTY things!

Thank-you.

A word about Friday's post.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support so so many of you have shown for my friend Karen and the sad and very difficult situation she is up against when it comes to the adoption of her son.  The sheer quantity of shares, I lost count at thirty and beyond, and many of your heart-felt comments are a support that was definitely felt.  

I understand that there are many differing viewpoints within the adoptive community and I believe that sharing them, when it is done respectfully--especially about something as raw and sensitive as this topic was, is a learning opportunity for everyone.  I am an adoptive mom who is part of a very open adoption, and therefore, I am proudly an advocate for adoptive parents and birth parents who are working together to provide the most loving, stable, and healthy environment for their children.  And while differences of opinion are a natural and normal and healthy part of life, it is difficult for me to entertain them on this site when they are mean-spirited and cutting.  

So again, thank you to those people who were able engage in a conversation in this space in a productive and kind way--even if we all don't agree with everything we have to say and even when every detail can't be shared.  And most importantly, thank you for the prayers for peace and support you have extended towards my friend.   

When I can, I will relay how this situation turns out.  As you can imagine there are so many details and things always take longer than one would hope.  But in the mean-time, those prayers for peace and guidance and for Asher are coveted without end.  

One of my favorite songs is below.  There's no video for it.  The words speak for themselves.