I’ve been working on what might be called spring cleaning here. I’m purging and organizing cabinets and it feels so good to do it. It’s definitely true for me that clearing physical clutter removes mental clutter as well. When we moved to this house a little over a year ago, it was such a last minute crazy thing that I didn’t unpack and organize as I would have liked. Of course I also had a baby on my hip and two wild little boys making messes everywhere (Both of these still apply. The baby is just heavier!) Then we spent the next nine months working on our old house rather than really settling into the new. Now I’m tackling those places where we just shoved things on the shelves. I desperately want to simplify. It’s hard with such a large family, and I have to adjust my expectations to meet my reality. I suspect I’ll never have a truly “simple” life (does anyone?) but I can at least have organized bathroom cabinets.
The other night I dreamed that I cut Mabel’s bangs. I guess that means that despite all the more important things going on in our lives, I have her hair on my mind. It’s a mess, but Jonny is opposed to cutting her bangs. With our other little girls we didn’t, preferring to let them grow out. But I don’t remember their hair being quite so messy and in their eyes. We try clipping it back, but Mabel pulls clips out. Oh, well. I’m actually not too worried about it regardless of what my dreams say.
Many years ago, when I graduated from college, Jonny threw me a big surprise party. Friends and relatives came from all over to celebrate at his parent’s house. Graduating felt like such an accomplishment (Seth was born at the beginning of my last year of college.) I never suspected a thing, and it was a wonderful surprise that made me feel very loved. Since then, he’s tried to surprise me a few more times, but has made the mistake of telling me before the surprise happened, usually quite necessary because when you have children it’s hard to pull off a surprise. I remember one night when I thought we were headed home from Mass, Jonny told me that instead we were going out to dinner with friends to celebrate my birthday. I panic a little over unexpected social situations, and this can translate to anger. For a few minutes, I was so mad at him! That must sound awful, but if you’re introverted like I am, you probably understand. One place that I’ve found that I do enjoy surprises is when I’m dyeing yarn. For me, that’s part of the allure of natural dyeing. That little row of mini skeins above is a set that turned out quite differently from what I envisioned when I started. The colors I ended up with remind me of spring, and match what I’m seeing outside right now. Definitely a happy surprise. And of course that birthday dinner with friends was happy too and I’m grateful that Jonny risked upsetting me a little, knowing that in the end I’d be glad he did.
Sometimes life feels like a series of risks. Or maybe that’s just me…
p.s. I’m planning to update my shop on Monday at 11 am ET. Not a huge update, but there will be some yarn, soap, and silks. Do you see that crazy bright blue/green egg in my picture above? I can’t get over it. I have three skeins of yarn that almost match it. Quite unintentional, of course.
p.p.s. Don’t be fooled by the crib. Mabel prefers to sleep with us at night, because sleep is best when you have a couple of heads to kick at regular intervals all night long.