Mayfly

this winter has been kickin' my butt.

Nothing is wrong. Everyone is fine. But as anyone who suffers from even a little bit of seasonal depression knows, it is never logical. My migraines have been unusually bad this winter (they are always worse in the winter) which of course makes me more depressed. It's a bad cycle. But this too shall pass.

I'm working on it, in all the ways I know how, but I just wanted to take myself off the hook here at this space. Someday I'll be back with art I've made and things I've sewn to show you. But for now, I'm backing off. I may stop in now and then with a few words or a photo.

I need to give myself the freedom to step away from the internet when I feel that bad pressure (not the good, hopeful, inspirational kind) sneaking up on me. The kind that makes me feel like I can't keep up. Right now I need that freedom.

So now you know.

Take good care,
Alicia

Posted by Alicia at 2:23 PM | Permalink

The Daddy Daughter Valentine dance, a perfect little dinner party last night, fancy breakfast with my valentines, dinner at my folks' tonight, and an extra day off school tomorrow.

The little house was a most fitting little gift for my sweetie. He works for Habitat for Humanity, you know.

Happy ♥ day!

Posted by Alicia at 4:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

The kids both had their friends over for their birthday parties this weekend, and the differences were pretty funny. She had a tea party, and he took a few friends swimming at the community center then headed back here for cake.

Her:

Fancy table with dainty snacks. Sipping tea & eating heart shaped sandwiches. Chit-chat. Good manners.

Him:

Swimming, sliding, dunking. Whooping, stomping, crazy nerf gun war, ganging up on daddy.

Her: Hello Kitty craft kits, Barbies, flowery headbands and necklaces.

Him: Nerf guns, flying helicopters, Nerf balls, more Nerf guns.

Her:

Pink cake, chocolate covered strawberries.

Him:

Baseball cake (again), ice cream with chocolate sauce.

Her: Little girls in dresses calmly painting tea cups, giggling, playing with dolls.

Him: Fart jokes, planning the cuss words they'll be able to say when they're 18, tackling, hording "ammo", taking prisoners.

Her:

Three gentle little breaths to blow out five pink and purple curly candles.

Him:

One giant wolfish puff to rapidly extinguish all nine crayon candles.

Me: Dog tired.

(Hope you're having a good Monday. We're laying low, watching it snow, making soup.)

Posted by Alicia at 12:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (16)