We got the last bit of the packages out in the mail yesterday. Both to family and customers. (thank you to our customers for the amazing support this season – it was our busiest yet and we are so grateful!) We're not heading to NY to visit family until after the holidays so I have a bit of extra time to gather up the last few pieces of those baskets…. and a baking date with my kiddos this Friday.

There is a lot of elving going on too. The kids have reached the age where very little is needed from me in their gift buying/making process. They tend to squirrel away in their rooms or slip away at art fairs and come back excited and wide-eyed and accusing me of peeking. (I never peek!)

I love watching them all carefully wrap their treasures-to-be-gifted and place them under the tree. Joe & I never put anything out until Solstice – and then only one gift each for the kids. The rest we save for Christmas Eve. Santa only fills stockings here and we keep things pretty simple, but it is still fun to have gifts the kids have not seen around the tree Christmas morning. I must admit to rearranging and fluffing everything up to make less look like more. I often wonder how these simple holidays will transfer over into their own traditions someday…

We got a few boxes from my mom yesterday and they had so much fun opening them and handing them to the recipient to put under the tree. (mom, I put the books under – I didn't even peek inside them!) There were a few things in the box from their oldest brother who moved out this fall and up to Alaska – he wrote a few funny things on the tags which made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes all at once.

I've got a bit of last-minute knitting to finish up at some point today and then I'll have a little handmade something for everyone here to accompany solstice pajamas – a long-standing tradition of ours.

Gosh, I managed to wander all over the place in my thoughts while writing this post. I suppose it's time to leave this cozy spot by the fire and start checking off that to-do list a bit more.

Happy elving to you…..




corners of home…..








This marks our fourth winter in this house.

It seems that each time we move and settle in, the time zips by more quickly than the last.

Didn't we just get here? Oh goodness, look at those little faces!

We're once again in the waiting phase after filling out the list, though this time we didn't put anything on it other than a request to stay here longer. Joe's command is trying hard to keep him. I am hopeful, but not counting any chickens so to speak. I think we have a good chance of getting one more year. And while I am grateful for that….. a one-year extension sort of just stretches out the waiting game even l-o-n-g-e-r. Instead of 6 months of worrying and waiting – you get 18. And so it goes.

Right now I am looking around this too big house that has held our family with the soft, kind eyes that I always do when leaving is on the horizon. With gratitude. I am grateful for this house & the people around us we have called home. Tidy, messy… all the corners of this space. I am excited to think we might be closer to starting our life on the farm and sad to think the time is nearing to leave. Again. Bittersweet, this leaving.

All these feelings mixed up inside my heart and belly. And my long time go-to for dealing with them? Tidy, organize, purge. I've actually laughed at myself quite a bit this time around at how predictable this has become – at least according to my family. 

I guess that's mostly all for now.


One last thing, a few bits to share…..

Honey Sweetened Marshmallows (top photo in sunday-morning-mochas – the BEST marshmallows ever!)

Currently on my needles (fluffy, squishy, goodness)

A Holiday Book List (c)heck the comments for even more books)

Squam Art Workshop Announcement (last call!)

New Facial Goods (by me!)


Happy Weekending to you….







The renewal is up for the blog this month. I looked over the last year and realized I had posted a small handful of times. Less & less in the latter half of the year. 

Joe asked me awhile back why I stopped writing. Not here on the blog so much, but real writing. In notebooks. On pages stuffed into notebooks. I didn't have a real answer. I'm just so busy, I said to him. He nodded. 

The blog has become this strange thing for me – it's mostly in my head mind you – but because I wrote less and less real life here….. it started to feel separate from me. A memory of what was. The kids growing older. My career path popping up and taking hold of my time. It's funny really, this sense of self and how we paint it with words on screens to people we've never met. How much truth do we tell? What stories do we share? How vulnerable are we willing to be – or can we be, while still being mindful of the way our stories are interwoven with those around us…. Are we just another voice in an already loud and busy place? Perhaps.

I'm not sure of any of these…. but I've been thinking about them over the last few weeks. Debating the level of my bravery to show up here in the moment I am in and share that. I mean, posts about good food and living creatively and pets in sweaters are great – but for me – they become fluff if there isn't a raw-truthful-uncut-holy-shit-it-isn't-just-me bit every now and then. Soul connection, you know?

So I ask myself (renewal looming) how to start again.

And the answer comes…….softly.