I thought my tomatoes would never stop growing. We had them all the way through the middle of November. Next year - less tomatoes.
I'm growing restless with our bedroom. No room in this house is safe from my nesting.
I am gathering frames and bits of interesting things for the walls.
My husband, the constant adrenaline-seeker.
I stopped coloring my hair about a year ago, so there are a few gray hairs making their presence be known. I think they're pretty, little shiny streaks here and there, reminding me that I am one year wiser.
Protea flowers. Now that it's Winter, one of the best parts of my day has been walking to a little flower shop and picking out bits of sunshine to warm up the house. They have been my favorite flowers, and last almost 2 weeks before they start to turn the most curious shade of gray. They look like fuzzy, newborn birds right before they die.
We finally found the perfect changing table for the baby's room. We searched antique stores, junk shops, and thrift stores for 2 months before finally settling on this pretty French Provincial piece. We high-fived in the car when we got it in.
Happy Monday, friends. How was your weekend? Anything exciting?
I have been mending a poor, torn ab muscle. A new symptom of pregnancy that I learned about this week is Diastis Recti. It's the separation of your ab muscles from each other, and when you refuse to switch to prenatal yoga, still move furniture around, and generally pretend that you're not 7 months pregnant, it can worsen the condition. I found this out the hard, and painful way.
Otherwise, we made lots of hot tea, bundled up, and slept in this weekend. I finished 2 sewing projects, and we played the little bird music all weekend long.
Sing-alongs and Lullabies
B is for Bob.
Her favorite song is High Tide or Low Tide, and I couldn't agree with her more. It's one of my favorites, too, baby girl.
It reminds me of the sea.
Have a great week, friends.