I went dark.

I’m all blackbirds and moonlight right now.  As much as it frightened Oliver when he woke up this morning, I’m loving being a little bit more Zooey and Arwen.  I’m pretty proud because I think I picked out a color pretty close to my au natural. Dark Ash Brown. It’ll lighten up in the coming weeks, too.  It’ll be a nice chestnut brown by Thanksgiving.

So here are some things on my mind.

STONE COTTAGES.  I want to go somewhere like the Lake District or the Cotswolds and stay in a small stone village.  I want to explore Oxford.  I want thatch and stone fireplaces and tiny turrets! I need to watch the Holiday and pause it and rewind and drool over Iris’ cottage.  I just need to live in that pretend space in my head.  Did you know it’s a set? Do you know what that means?  It means that you could create the same facade in your home.  Certainly the same feel with the right paint and pieces.  This has the cogs spinning in my brain.

HERBS AND SPICE.  I have herbs in my windowsill growing.  Rosemary, oregano, and thyme.  I’ve been adding them to anything I can think of.  And egg sandwich here, a pizza there.  Fresh is so much better than dried!  And cinnamon.  I cannot get enough cinnamon.  Today I added about 1/4 cup of cinnamon to a pumpkin bread mix.  It’s so much better!  I like cinnamon to have a little bit of bite.  The way that bark was intended to taste!  (I keep my zantac at the ready for all the ginger and spice I’ve been gulping down!)

FUR HATS.  On kids.  Waddler has a fun one.  A bit pricey so I’ll have to look around if I really want one on Oliver’s head.  Or the new baby!!

NAMES.  I’ve been having so much fun with names!  Meanings and feels and sounds and combinations.  I don’t think I’ll ever be bored of them.  Even when I’m all done having kids I think I’ll still be buying baby name books just for fun.

GOD’S COMFORT.  I’ve been thinking about suffering.  My mind starts to boggle at all the injustice in the world and I begin to wonder where God is.  I’ve been pondering that maybe God’s comfort is more important than his saving us from pain.  It’s hard for me to think of abused children and poverty and pestilence and bareness without getting angry with Him.  But since it’s pretty clear God allows these things to happen, I think the only conclusion is that he really wants to show His treasure in jars of clay.  His power is made perfect in weakness. (2 Corinthians 12)  I don’t fully understand it, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about.

BEAU COMES HOME tomorrow.  PHEW!  I’ve managed to keep it off my mind and stay on top of everything in the last week, but this last 24 hours is brutal.  I knew it would be.

I think I’ll break out the glitter and twigs and pom poms for my enormous sparkly wreath I plan to make for the holidays.  It’s going to be ridiculous.   ly awesome.





2 thoughts on “I went dark.

  1. I had a very vivid dream the other night.,.one where you wake up and just knew somehow it was real. You had a little boy named Sawyer!! Isn’t that the cutest?? It so fits…and it’s so adorable!
    Hope you are doing well :)

  2. You’re the second person to suggest/mention Sawyer! The first time was when I was pregnant with Oliver. Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn? That would be fun :) Believe it or not, the name Tom has always been on our long list. It’s my Grandfather’s.

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