I am packing our bag to go to Tour de Farm this afternoon. It is a locally run version of Outstanding in the Field, which we went to last year, at the same farm. This event is a family picnic, which seems like a fun idea. The little one is worried they will serve stinky cheese.
And the award for first card of the season goes to.... the Sorenson's! Good work people.
I was so very excited for this
to be the picture for our Christmas cards, until I came across this one last week.
The dad took it with a timer. Sorry super cool feet idea, maybe next year.
a dad who will stand outside for over an hour to get me a copy of the Cities 97 Sampler Volume 21.
The families in our neighborhood are getting together to watch movies in one family's backyard. We are watching the original Parent Trap. The adults are VERY excited.
Breakfast on the deck. Most Saturdays the dad makes breakfast.
Today Swedish pancakes, strawberry jam still warm from the pan and creme fraise.
Pretty, right? Except if you had a video you could hear the bickering over who got more caribou thin steaks (ish) and the little one whining because she was coooooold, but she didn't want to go get a hoodie because none of them looked good.
The dad and I both have really fond memories of motorhome trips in our childhood. My family trip was to California (from Minnesota) and included Disneyland and the Grand Canyon. I remember dancing in the aisle to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, which probably would have made it 1977 or 1978 and I would have been eight years old.
As a result, I have agreed to go on an RV trip this summer with our family. I hesitate, because as an adult, I hate camping, and campgrounds, and bugs, and being dirty.... I tried to convince the dad that we could drive in the RV and then sleep in a hotel, but apparently, this goes against the essential nature of an RV trip. But we are doing this for the kids. Childhood memories. Exploring the United States. Living simply.
My mother has recently revealed to me that she HATED the motortrip I remember so fondly. Great.
To ease myself into the trip, I purchased this print on Etsy from Leah Giberson.
It will go in our family room to replace the winter calligraphy print from HelloHandmade because once it hits 70 degrees and you are on your way on out to the deck, it seems weird to walk past a print that says "let it snow..."
We are back home from a week at the cabin. There was a lot of family time. I am ready for a little break.
We went swimming
Picked strawberries
Went to a family picnic
Visited the headwaters of the Mississippi.
Saw the biggest pine tree (white, red?) in Minnesota.
Climbed a firetower
And saw the state flower - Showy Ladies Slipper, which I was always led to believe was a small delicate orchid. It is huge with leaves like a hosta and flowers the size of my fist. Crazy!
We got home to lots of sheppard girls orders and a garden that looks like a jungle. It is going to be 95 degrees today, so I cannot guarantee that much more than a visit to the swimming pool will be accomplished today.
This is the first year the little one is having a friend party. Last year she didn't have any friends. Seriously. She has "come out of her shell" considerably in the last ten months. As mentioned earlier, things are kind of Charlie and Lola-esque.
They are also kind of Danielle Thompson, Martha Stewart and Sally Shim-esque, but as always, I am betting that most of the people in our real life don't read craft blogs.
And I am really hoping so, because I am feeling a little guilty that I didn't change out the label on the bubbles. How crazy is that?!
My grandma sewed a ton of crazy things. My bib and potholder patterns came from her, and my mother brought up another one of the pattern earlier this spring, along with a pile of fabric and feed sack cloths. The old clothespin holder that my mom has been using was getting threadbare and she was hoping I could make a new one from my grandma's pattern. And by pattern, I mean two piece of paper bag from Ehlert's Clothing and two piece of the Fairmont Sentinel.
Here are the results. It turned out so sweet, although the feedsack was a little discolored. I might try to bleach it a little, or add a little big more design. I think a little embroidered clothes pin would be adorable.
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