Photographing Back-Views

I’ve noticed that a number of women like to pose for clothing pictures by putting their hands against a wall with their backs turned to the camera. I can’t help but wonder what’s going through these women’s minds as they take this position, allow it to be photographed, then post it online for anyone and everyone to see — this is definitely not something that I would ever degrade myself by doing. Back-views work much better without the “bracing yourself against a wall,” motif and the implications that such a pose carries.

When you present yourself with dignity, people will treat you with dignity. Posing like you expect to be mounted is anything but dignified.


My Blogging Future

Now that I am undergoing a new Call to Spirituality, I want to start writing about it. However, since this blog is mainly about crafting and I want to keep sharing the things that I make, I’m unsure if the two subjects would mix well together. I’ve found myself feeling a bit annoyed at blogs that try to cover too many topics, because they are inevitably difficult to navigate and there are never quite enough posts on the subjects that I care about, and I don’t want to inflict that on my readers.

However, managing multiple blogs can be tricky — it’s very easy to start focusing more on one and neglecting the other. I don’t want to turn into the sort of person who never updates!

I’m also worried about time, which is probably silly of me, but I can’t help myself. These days I’ve been putting a lot more energy into making sure that the baby doesn’t hurt herself, and occasionally I feel like I can’t concentrate on anything — she is a very determined climber. Having more than one blog will definitely take up more time, and I don’t know if I’m capable of meeting the challenge.

On the other hand, spirituality.

So, what should I do?

Henna Hair

I felt like it was time for a change with my hair, so I dyed it with henna!

IMG_1661Henna powder.

IMG_1662Henna powder mixed with lemon juice.


IMG_1672My natural hair color, which already looks surprisingly red in the sun (and here I thought that my hair was regular ol’ dark blonde).

IMG_1693The henna goo after sitting for 24 hours. We have achieved dye release!

IMG_1695My hair, immediately after. It was VERY orange.

IMG_1779My hair, a week and a half later.

IMG_1782The close up looks a lot more red.

Timeouts and Tantrums

The baby has learned how to climb on furniture. She’s a very stubborn and determined sort of person, and since she’s decided that she wants to climb on top of the cedar chest and dance around, she’s going to climb on top of the cedar chest and dance around, come hell or high water.

So, we’ve had to implement a new procedure: timeouts. If she ignores me telling her ‘no’ enough times, she has to sit in my lap for a few minutes. I know it’s working because she’ll usually throw a tantrum.

I think of tantrums as my baby learning emotional control, and in that light they are surprisingly adorable to watch. It’s like her body is too small to contain all of the upset that she’s feeling! So I hug her and kiss her, and tell her that I love her and that I’m helping her grow by teaching her how to regain control when her emotions flare up. In the end, it’s not that bad.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Being a wife and mother is the most exquisitely delightful thing that I have ever done.


My mind has been a muddled mess lately, with a tangle of thoughts that have been hard to sort my way through. I’ve been thinking about the future a lot, and what I want to do with my life.

I’ve decided that I need to stop pressuring myself so much to always keep busy. For awhile I’ve been telling myself that if I’m not actively doing something then I’m wasting time, while I’ve been simultaneously wasting an extraordinary amount of time on feeling burnt out and unmotivated. So, I’m going to give myself a break. If I don’t feel like sewing or crafting, then that’s fine — I can play with the baby and contemplate the color blue, if my heart so desires. Outside of making sure that my family’s needs are met, what I do is entirely up to my discretion, and the only things that are truly a waste of time are vegetating and moping.

I love sewing, but I don’t feel like I’m supposed to make it my life’s work. While I like the idea of making something and selling it as is, I don’t want to start taking commissions. I want the focus of my projects to be doing something nice for myself, my family, and my friends, not trying to crank out an overly-perfect garment in a reasonable amount of time for a complete stranger.

Lately I’ve been feeling The Calling. A few years ago I was sure that my life purpose was to be a healer, and I planned on helping and inspiring others through my writing. Then shortly after my husband and I pledged eternity to each other, the storms hit and life became very, very hard. I gave up on the idea of being a healer, because honestly, after learning how poorly people treat each other, especially those at the bottom, I felt sure that humanity didn’t deserve any sort of help. Now that I’ve had time to recover and regain perspective, I’ve realized that humanity needs help because of how poorly we treat each other. I want to start down the healer’s path again, though at the moment I’m not sure what it is that I need to do.

I’ve been spending a lot of time meditating, and hopefully I will figure out what steps I need to take next to ensure a happy future. The phrase, “Don’t be afraid,” is my new mantra, to remind me that I shouldn’t make decisions out of fear, lest I bring about the very things that I am afraid of.

The Zoo

I went to the zoo yesterday, and after a day of wandering through crowds and ogling exotic animals, I came to the conclusion that I really hate maxi skirts. They emphasize fat, cellulite, and underwear lines, which is bad bad BAD!

I’m feeling really annoyed at modern fashion again. It’s like the current clothing trends are designed to make everyone look hideous and feel bad about themselves.

The zoo, on the other hand, was a blast.