Holistic Mommy

I kept a blog for nearly six years. The entire time, I wanted, I asked -- I begged for people to leave comments. Comments are validating and fun and when I saw notification of a new comment, or best case, three comments received, it was an exciting morning. This is what I blog for -- the comments. Now, it is 2018. The internet has sucked all of humanity out of our communities and households. People spend way to much time indoors. I do not want people commenting or tainting my funny, beautiful blog posts. Bring your burning comment to your dinner table --  or staff room, the cashier line-up or to your bank teller. This is a one-way blog -- but I'm grateful to spark conversation in your life. Now it's 2024 and I am starting to write here regularly again. I didn't realize I have been getting comments all of these years. I have to moderate them. There were a lot. Bots, spam, who-knows-what. Glad I wasn't paying attention. I deleted them all. And I'll delete more in ano...

In celebration of my new job I made bean bags today. This is my second attempt at creating these little corn holes. I made a set last year for other children I work with... Those ones didn't turn out so well. Eventually the corners gave way and beans began to slip out. A true sensory experience to randomly find beans throughout our space over a period of a month and  half. Eventually we tossed them -- ha ha get it. These new bean bags are solid. I sewed them on my Janome QDC 8100 and followed the instructions a lot closer. I'm stoked to bring these into my new play place this week.  

My first art submission. Overdose Awareness Response Team booth at Arts Alive. I sewed patio cushions.                             One of my portal dreams. We lived here for three weeks in the Fall. I returned to stand-up comedy after exactly one year away.

I think I'm supposed to move over to WordPress. What do you think? In the meantime, I have this to share: I went for a hike today. My friend took a couple of pictures of me because it was my first time up there. Both pictures have something going on around my head... Do you also notice the monkey in front of me in the second picture? Here are zoomed in shots:  

 

Mortgages, hey? I dunno. I let go of home ownership when Little One was young. A home at that time was over $800,000. I couldn't even cover groceries let alone build savings. We got through it though and over the years, I stayed true to my value of providing for her a magical childhood filled with incredible memories. Now she is older... I get to revisit home ownership. I am currently petsitting on a farm in my hometown (population 1500) for the next three weeks. Where I am situated there is food storage, cold food storage, greenhouses, a giant garden, fruit trees, lush marijuana plants, a well-stocked pantry, pets and three months of food stored... Wandering out of the land of impossibility and back into our rural mountain town, possibility returns. Living in a metropolitan area for the past 15 years, I witnessed so many humans putting all their life energy into mortgages. The level of joy and quality of life in those locations is underwhelming. Renting for life has been an incred...

I realize that sewing has been something big inside of me for a lot of my adult life. My mom (Little One's grammy) was a seamstress; thus, sewing was a part of our lives growing up. She didn't teach us to sew (and none of us were too interested in sewing). Sometime around my early 30s, however, as I got into graphic design, typography and screen printing, I developed an incredible love of working with fabric. Sewing became something that I finally just had to do. My mom clearly saw the inner textile artist in myself and Little One, however, as she wanted to give me her Pfaff Creative 1471. It never made it to us, however; she died before it did. (I later found out my sister hijacked it) Now, I've had some crappy sewing machines over the years and recently, as I was working on a crappy Singer Prelude (given to me by the same sister), I simply had enough. I went to Facebook Marketplace to find a machine. I found one, gave the seller a heads up that I may come by later -- but ...