Dear Isabella

You are 7.  You’ll be 8 in a few months. Can I tell you how much I love you again?  I know..you know but somehow it’s something I have to do over and over again.

Tonight as we drove your brother back to school you spotted someone.  I never saw her.  You said “that poor lady can we please give her my blanket?”  I didn’t see her your brother didn’t either but you did.  I told you as soon as we got Ian settled we’d come back the same way.

An hour later as we were driving back you were worried I took a different route. It was too dark for you to recognize where we were but I assured you we were going towards the direction you requested.  You pointed to a bench.  It had box on it as well as a dirty quilt and next to that an old shopping cart full of someone’s belongings.  She was not there, this woman you spotted but you insisted we leave her your favorite blanket.  I let you walk out of the car and watched as you placed it gently next to her other things.  Dear Isabella. I’m so in awe of you and your heart which never lets anyone go unnoticed or unloved.

I love you my girl.  My little Bubbi.

Mommy.

-Esteem.

My daughter asked my husband  what self esteem was.  He told her it was about loving yourself and all the things you are.  

She looked at him and said so ELF esteem is when an elf loves himself just the way he is.  He lost it.

Memory Bank.

I read a post today that made me think of something I had tucked away in that memory bank of memories.

One Thanksgiving my father & my brothers came all the way from NYC to NC where I was stationed to deliver a delicious turkey prepared by my mom who had to work on Thanksgiving. 

I can see the smile on his face as he held the aluminum wrapped turkey and the love in his eyes to be sharing Thanksgiving together.  There are so many memories like this I have stored in my heart. 

My parents..I could not have asked for better.  Sometimes what we may forget in our minds suddenly surfaces in our hearts.

So in love with this color combination..this space.

by photographer Nikolas Koenig

My daughter..a very wise 7.

  • Me: (frustrated after a morning of major spring cleaning) Do you really want to keep this toy it's kind of babyish?
  • 7 year old: I'm not embarrassed about it. It doesn't matter what people think as long as I like it.
  • Me: Hugging her.) You're so right. It doesn't. I love you so much.

Student Exhibit at MICA.

alexanderfnewton:

A great theatrical experience.

alexanderfnewton:

A great theatrical experience.

Nice. (hands up ..SCORE!

mynylife:

treasurespotter:

I found these at Goodwill the other day, sitting among the vases. But they’re not vases! They’re Mid Century Murano glass pendant lamps.

If you look inside, you can see that they are actually made of two layers of glass: orange on the outside (and what an orange!) and white on the inside.

Finding the parts to resurrect them as pendant lamps shouldn’t be too hard. There are several lamp parts distributors online. Can’t wait to put them together.

So remember: when thrifting, look at everything! You never know what you might find in the “wrong” place.

If you love thrift shopping, or recycling, or just like to look at interesting vintage objects, I invite you to check out my other blog, Treasure Spotter.

Would love to find a print of “Girls” by Alexander Girard to place in my daughter’s room.

Want.  I can already envision the hours of learning through play I could have with a certain 6 year old.