You can see this is all much better than ranting about coupons.
Have a good weekend my dears!
It is so awesome.
That jar is looking pretty empty. Time to make the granola.
Fargo is less than springlike with snow covering my gardens. Still.
Except there is a spring flood that's lurking as soon as the snow melts.
Regardless of which comes first, gardening or flood, I'm ready.
And waiting.
What resolutions? Oh yeah, those. Well, it's not all bad news...
As a refresher:
Status is!
How are your resolutions coming along?
You may remember that I refreshed our upstairs bath last summer, it was like this.
This is the before picture, I direct your attention to the rug. I liked it because it was big and blue. However I desired a change. There is a church bazaar that happens in one of our malls every November. Several of the churches sell flat woven rugs that I truly love. So in November I hied myself off to the sale and searched high and low for a rug I deemed long enough for this room. No go. Then a delightful little lady offered to have her son make one to my specifications.
Wonderful!
Didn't hear from her and figured I'd check them out again next November.
Then. She called! Her son had woven not one, but three, so I could have a choice! My choice was all three. A dear friend picked them up, she kept one, I kept two.
Ta freakin da. I'm happy. Every time I see this rug I'm happy. Every time I set foot on this rug I'm happy.
What made you happy today?
I'm just fine, thanks. I have a little cold, well, actually, a monster cold, but it's fine.
How about those resolutions? How you doin'? I'm pleased to report, that while I'm not perfect in my resolutions, I'm making a solid effort and can say I'm fairly successful. I do need to walk more, the cold is slowing me down considerably, and come up with a new vegetable recipe for this week. Then I'm golden. At least for now.
The other day I had the opportunty to talk to a reporter from our local paper, the subject was mudrooms. Or rather, the lack of a mudroom in most of our houses. I totally relate. We have a tiny entry inside our back door that doesn't even come close to serving the purposes of today's mega mudrooms.
How to cope?
If you're drowning in stuff by your door, the first thing is to declutter mercilessly. Anything that doesn't absolutely have to be there right now needs to go. Either store it somewhere else or get rid of it entirely.
Use your space as wisely as possible. Use hooks instead of hangers, go vertical and take advantage of wall space. Add shelving and boot trays to corral shoes that have to stay. Take advantage of baskets and plastic dishpans to house mittens, hats, scarves, etc.
To keep it looking good, edit brutally, every day. That's right, every day. Why? Because you want it to look good, you want to be able to find your things, you want to cut down on the morning frenzy. Add this area to your daily routine, supervise your kids as they pick up and put away their things. Sure it's hard, it's hard for me and I'm only picking up after myself. But I really, really like what I get out of the effort. Keys I always find, shoes where they belong and my choice of cute scarves.
That's how you live with a tiny entry.
Even one this tiny.
Yeah. I know. Small.
Don't forget the swell mirror, nothing like checking yourself as you go out the door and giving yourself a great big smile. You go!
These are resolutions I've been mulling for a while, the first of the year is the perfect time to implement some small changes in my life that will result in keeping these resolutions.
To wit:
Here's what I really want:
What about you? Do you have resolutions? More importantly, do you have plans for keeping your resolutions? If you're getting discouraged, sit down and think the resolution through. Give some thought to what you really want to feel, then make a plan to make those feelings happen. It's not hard, but you will probably learn something.
Seeing as how it's January in Fargo, ND, the wind is howling around my house and my personal snowbanks are about 4 feet deep, I'm thinking of this:
That's right. Spring! Because it's going to happen. I promise. Pinky swear.
PS. I love my smart phone. I feel smart using it.
Have the holidays given you the joy you wished for? I sure hope so. We should probably talk about making room for all the gifts you and your family received, and maybe we will, just not now.
Instead I want you to know that I wish you well in 2011, really, really, well. I hope it's the best year EVER! That all your goals are reached and your resolutions met.
It's New Year's Eve, I'm not going anywhere thanks to a winter storm, how about you? Why don't you join me in taking one more day to relax and enjoy. You deserve it. We'll talk about the rest of it later.
Thanks for hanging with me in 2010, I'll still be here in 2011.
Peace.
It doesn't seem to be enough that we have to worry about social obligations, food and less than lovely relatives during this fabulous season, we have the dilemmas of gifting.
Oh, and they are rampant.
There's lots you can do to be a better gift giver, and getter. Here's one simple thing that can save you a lot of angst: Give everyone, including yourself, permission to be wrong.
That's it. All you need to know.
Imagine if you gave your spouse permission to be wrong when he gifted you something horrific. It really is the thought that counts, if the gift was bought with loving attention, can you really ask for more? If it wasn't, well perhaps your problem is of a different nature. Just sayin'.
Imagine giving yourself permission to be wrong. If you're simply wrong, the gift you slaved over and isn't appreciated, well, you tried. Give the giftee permission to regift or return the item, then move on. What more can you do than try? You are not a mind reader. Are you?
If you want to give yourself permission to be wrong, try this. Give your gifts merrily. Graciously let the giftee know that it's ok if you have made an error. Be happy, be joyful, because you've tried. And if you are on the receiving end of an unwelcome gift, remember the gift came from love and thank that person. Take it home and let it sit for a few days before deciding the best course before letting the gift leave your life. If the gifter asks the fate of the item they gave you? Simply letting them know it didn't work for you so you were able to pass it on to someone who could really use it should suffice.
Do you recognize what this is? It's a step toward removing yourself from the emotional land mines of an over commercialized holiday.
Now. Isn't that better?
Number of organizing and gift giving rules I've broken this week: Too many. Today I'll be back on track.