Lust List :: Twin Peaks

Last week, James and I finished watching the Twin Peaks tv series. And tonight, we are going to watch the movie, Fire Walk With Me. To mourn the conclusion of this amazing chapter of my summer, I would like to share some Twin Peaks goodness from etsy. Feel free to gift me any of these. They are all insanely inexpensive. 

 First off is this brooch of Nadine. She was one of my least favorite characters to watch, but I still think this brooch is the bees knees.

 Ahhh, Audrey Horne! What a style inspiration her eyebrows have been to me these last few weeks! I love her attitude and determination. And her wicked bod. (buttons)

 I need these for school. I really do. And I Get What I Want. Only $6 for the set...

 This is the most perfect design. Is it not? But where shall I hang it in my home?

I can't really imagine my future without this shirt. 

Tricking the Kids

They have no idea they are consuming a huge portion of green beans. We hid it well in the midst of fruit and oj and yogurt. LOL.

Lunch

I'm so proud of myself for actually eating right this week. No, really, this a huge accomplishment for me. My schedule during the day is built around kids activities and naps. By the time they are napping, I am ready to rest or work on art. Eating just gets in the way.

This week I made these fresh tacos every day for lunch. Honey mustard and cheese on the bottom. Then whatever veggies I could get my hands on: cukes, tomatoes, green and black olives, roasted red peppers, bell peppers, lettuce, avocado. Maybe not all at once, but some combination.

Yum. Let me say it again: Yum.

Beatrice This Week

This pretty little three year old has given me a run for my money this week. I feel completely drained.

Tantrums, I guess you would call them. But they are usually not over anything at all. For example, one began when she was served a dinner that she was particularly excited about. She laughed until she cried and then just got out of control. The tantrums last from 10-45 minutes. She gets so hysterical that all the normal forms of discipline/consequences only make it worse. She won't be cuddled or hugged. She's fallen and hurt herself during the tantrums and has run into the road. She lashes out at the rest of us.

Today I felt like I was really at the end of my rope. I just held her, despite the thrashing and sobbing. I sang her hymns and rubbed her back. It's heart breaking to want to help your child, but not know how.

Only one thing in the world has worked to calm her down and I'll be damned before I go through that again. (It's telling her a Thomas the Train story that I had to make up on the spot about Thomas delivering sunglasses to all the engines on the Island of Sodor to keep Sir Topham Hat from becoming quite cross. Ugh.)

I'm going to try to get her in to the pediatrician Monday. We are staying home all weekend to work on this. Then I will stay home all next week if I need to. Whatever it takes to get back on a good routine and an even keel with happy, healthy kids.

If you are parent, please share any insight you may have in dealing with this kind of situation.

What I Wore :: Rockabilly Cowgirl

This is another bedsheet dress. I used a vintage pattern for this one. I made it ages and ages ago, but I didn't get up the nerve to attempt the zipper until last week. You know what? Zippers are not that hard.

You know what is hard? Doing a top knot with shoulder length hair. I had to bend over and do an upside-down french braid in back to keep the bottom layer form coming down. BUT, yay for having another style to wear now and again. If I go more than two or three days with a boring old ponytail bun, I will chop every bit of this off. I declare.

Our internet/home phone connection was down for a good 24 hours. I cannot even begin to describe the sense of isolation that I was forced to endure. Thank God it is over.

A Letter From Hudson

Hudson, you newer readers may be interested to know, is the eldest of my five younger brothers. He is one of a number of black sheep in our family. He roughs it up north in a green and wild place. We write letters. Long, almost indecipherable letters. 

(These excerpts were the best I could do. Hard to translate, ya.)

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Making coffee involves an ongoing mutiny among the ranks -- of a course colander, a fine screen and a scrap of t-shirt -- tastes great with condensed milk but makes a scalding mess first. Or can become so unless cap'n is severe (after aussie bad-boy Russell Crowe fashion, right?) yet patient. I wonder why I don't just buy a dag blamed french press... "This isn't Thailand" I often mutter around puddles of caffeinated, spilt mud. Shucks.

I now have Toby for going around and the like (my little red toyo-truck), a triple feature duo (one of each) Chuck Norris and Bill Murray, a portable chimbly, a dozen sundry splinters (for a while at least), some firewood, an egg (chkn) connection, no mustache, poison ivy (barely, at this point), a good solid though not windproof outdoor shower screen and three magnets.

I love you sisterwoman
Hudson
P.S. I can't read it either, sorry.

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I'm not sure what pleases me more here, that he got rid of his mustache or that his outdoor shower now has a privacy screen. Either way, a visit is more likely than before.

These are pictures taken by (most likely) Ali last summer. Used without permission. 

What She Wore :: Trailer Trash

So at our parties, we encourage costumes. Lucy embraced this most gloriously the other night. She served Trailer Trash Realness with an uncanny authenticity. Seriously, Lucy, how do you do it? No, really, send me links. 

This is an outfit that will be remembered forever. I can't even explain how much I love it. 

John Waters should see this.