Here is the current state of affairs in the great room:


This summer I finished the couch slip cover!  Let me guess- you are thinking, “Amber!  You started that slip cover 20 months ago.  Why are you in such a hurry?”

I can’t help it.  I’m just an over-achiever like that.


I also sewed up some throw pillows.


The one in the front is made from a cloth napkin from Crate & Barrel. The one in the rear is a lovely silk one my mom got for me.


I made these pillows from a great piece of fabric I picked up at an antique mall. It said it was hand-woven in Guatemala.


These, too, are made from cloth napkins.


Things on the wall:


More things:


Our Summer- Month 1

Brief recap of the first month of summer break:

Pool pass!  (That’s Levi in the bright orange swim shirt)

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Lemonade stand!
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Cherry picking!
Fun with cousins!
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Girls weekend! (I spent a weekend in Chicago with my best friend and we pretty much looked like this the entire time.)
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Community garden!
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Vacation Bible School! (They’ve been to two so far.)
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My birthday!
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All the parks!
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Signs Your Mother is a Chemist

1.  She packed up her mother’s crystal and delivered it to you like this:

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I’m afraid to open it.

2. You’ve never heard her say, “fingernail polish remover”, only “acetone.”

3. In her cleaning supplies at home, the spray bottle containing diluted bleach is labeled with its molar concentration.

4.  She owns a bumper sticker with Avagadro’s number on it.

5.  You have seen her get really peeved at news reports about a meth house exploding and you get the feeling that it isn’t based in moral outrage but rather a deep annoyance at their sub-standard work endangering a neighborhood.  Like, “Come on, Meth Cookers, IT ISN’T THAT HARD NOT TO BLOW UP THE HOUSE.  Just stick to the standard laboratory operating procedures.”

6.  While having never smoked or drank (nor danced the hootchie-coo), you mother has told you on more than one occasion that she “has dropped acid.”  Thankfully this is in the literal sense and is usually followed by forlornly examining the bottom part of her skirt which sticks out below her lab coat and finding many holes burned through.

Gallery Wall

What do you give the Mom/Nana that has everything? A wall full of her beloved grandbabies.

This is what I made for my Mom this Mother’s Day. There are currently some guests on a prolonged visit at their lake house. When it’s empty again, I’ll hang this on any wall she would like.

Top: a vintage photograph of the Smithsonian.  My parents love to go to D.C.

Clockwise: My niece and nephew; a dessert plate from my grandmother’s china; a drawing Levi did of Nana and Papa’s house.

Pictures of the grandkids taken on our trip to Florida last November.
The number 14 has recurred many, many times in our family history; I made the arrow from shims; a picture from my sister’s wedding rehearsal.  The boys are wearing fedoras and it was so cute.  The baby outfit was my brother’s.
And here is one of my all time favorites.  Every single part of this picture makes me laugh.
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Bye Bye, I mean, Hello Birdie

Well, another bird flew into our house.

Apparently she was building a nest on the light fixture on our front porch. One of the boys left the door open a bit and she just flew on in and proceeded to flutter around and scare me half to death.

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Milo and I managed to get her out of their bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom. My plan was to leave it there until Lucas got home but during a play date that afternoon (during which I said things like, “What? I don’t hear any loud chirping coming from upstairs.”) the boys again let the bird loose.

My friend Wendy is very brave. She led us in a thirty minute charge to direct the scared and not-very-bright bird out of the house. Finally she left (the bird, not Wendy. Well, Wendy eventually left after an appropriate amount of time but that was to be expected. She has her own life in her own house. A house probably quite bereft of fowl).

Here she is standing on the edge of the tub, so plucky that one.  Yes, that’s a badminton racket she’s using.


I’m not tall enough to peer down into the nest but I held my phone up over it and got a picture of the eggs.  Such a pretty color.  I don’t know that I could build such a sturdy and tidy nest and I have hands- two of them.
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The eggs hatched while we were out of town this weekend. Unbeknownst to me, Levi dug up worms and tossed them up into the nest. I hope that’s ok with Mama Bird.
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