These songs have been pretty heavily represented in my playlists lately:
I Bet My Life, by Imagine Dragons
I’m a fan of this band and this song is very Imagine Dragonish. However, it was just released a couple of weeks ago and I’ve already heard it in a car commercial and in a TV show so I hope it doesn’t take over. (I’m looking at you, ‘Happy‘)
Always Gold, by Radical Face
Holes, by Passenger. (radio version)
Greater, by Mercy Me
You’ll Be Okay, by A Great Big World
(This isn’t the official or a lyric video but I was mesmerized by the signing)
My MOPS group started up again this morning. I made this little video as part of the first meeting.
One of the tough parts of mothering is that just as I figure out one stage, the kids race along to the next one. My fellow MOPS have really helped me with that. This video shows where I’d be without them.
mops sept 2014 from SugarSugarHouse on Vimeo.
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:
1. She packed up her mother’s crystal and delivered it to you like this:
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.
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.
It’s a little hard to make out. Here’s the original: