My Mountain

This is Mount Timpanogos, the peak that looks over my town. She looks different every day,  depending on the weather and pollution, and I take a picture any time I get a clear shot (then I crop out all the unsightly power lines and pesky trees for drama).

I know our mountains are the result of tectonic troubles that are destined to come again (have I mentioned that I'm ridiculously afraid of earthquakes....like I wish I could live in a tent because a tent can't crush you), but they make me feel safe and inspired.

[photos by me]



Well, that was an epic break! There are two parts to the explanation. First, I now write the Freshly Picked blog. And second, when I'm not doing that, I'm taking pictures with my phone. It's a bit of an addiction.
I spent December NOT finishing a giant cross stitch and NOT taking pictures of snow. Wait, no, I took TONS of pictures of snow.
In January, my grandpa died. There's no way to make that light and casual. He was a wonderful, kind man whose memory is inspiring all my work this year.
February brought our first family bowling night. Surprisingly, 18-month-olds really love bowling. And I really love 18-month-olds.
So if you want to keep seeing random Internet prettiness, head over to Freshly Picked. Come here for (maybe sparse) postings of pictures and personal projects. And alliteration!

[photos by me]


CRAFT, the second

You know I hate to skip Thanksgiving, but Kersey and I figured we had to get a Christmasy CRAFT in before December came and got all crazy like it does every year (is that what adulthood is? feeling busy at holidays instead of thrilled?).

So twelve of our best and/or newest best friends signed up and came over for snacks and stocking stuffers.

We made leather bracelets, security envelope pins, and polymer clay earrings. And I smiled the whole time because I love seeing all these internet/instagram friends in real life. Then I forgot to actually make any of our crafts because I couldn't stop chatting, but oh well.
Happy holidays, here we come!


My Life in Costumes

This post is dedicated to my mother.  She spent years executing costumes for kids without the aid of Pinterest, and she had no blog or Instagram to show them off when she was done. So I'm gonna do it for her.
 This one is a classic in my family. A two-month-old clown (that's a pillow) with roller skate booties? Brilliant. The yawn was all my idea.
 Duck! This one is so cute I want to pinch my own baby thighs. (FYI, we have many pictures of me on tables and chairs because it was the only way to keep me from running away while my mom tried to take my picture...again, brilliant.  Maybe dangerous...but brilliant.)
Blonde Asian. My guess is that I broke that fan before the night was over.
 Here we have the start of the sweatsuit years. Warm and practical and easy...but still.  This one is pretty cute, but then there was the star year (yellow sweatsuit) and the siamese twins year (matching blue sweatsuit with my best friend). Someone needed to invent the Internet.
 Then we get into the independent middle school years. Obviously my minimalism started early, and I decided to dress all in black and be a shadow.  The mask and hat were added to make it look like a costume. The name tag was added so at least someone would know what I was dressed as.  Not my best moment.
This. This costume was my all-time favorite. I wore it every year from 7th grade till the end of high school, and I'd probably still be wearing it if my mom hadn't given it to Goodwill in a fit of craziness (I called her to see if she'd send it to me TWO DAYS after she'd donated it...ugh). The thing about this costume is she made it.  She cut each of those letters out of felt, and it's all to scale.  I watched her meticulously measure each part of the Skittles package (tropical was my favorite flavor...hence the light blue), and I knew she loved me.

So good work, mom! Now the world wide web has seen your hard work. I hope my kids can forgive me for buying their costumes this year.  (Crazy mom guilt peaks at holidays.)


Baby Graham

I've been meaning to post something this week, but things came up. My new little nephew was born.  Joy! He has a rare congenital heart defect called hypoplastic left heart syndrome. Sorrow. And as I type this he's undergoing his first of three open-heart surgeries. Terror.

I believe in the power of prayer, and I know all our well-wishes will bring clarity to the surgeon, strength to this beautiful little boy, and peace to my sister and her husband.

Update:  Success! He is doing great, and the doctor said the surgery went really well...textbook. We all might actually sleep tonight.