Meet Darcy – Littler House (RV)

Meet Darcy – Littler House (RV)

Since, well, as long as I can remember I’ve always enjoyed miniatures, from dollhouses to helping (cough, cough, doing) my kids diorama for school projects. As I got older I was shamed into putting my dollhouses away (and my kids graduated). I moved on to miniature gardens. I really got my tiny on, until I found Tiny Living was a way of life, what?! Okay, I’m all in! My friends and family stopped laughing at me years ago. They just learned to lean “away” when an idea got trapped in my head.

With a change in status came a change in lifestyle. My 15 year old son, Colin, and I moved into our Tiny House. Putting aside the snobbery of the Tiny House community, we live in 500 sq ft. Just large enough to bring 20% of my stuff into our new chapter. My son was a champ about letting his stuff go. Me on the other hand had to hide things and pretend they never existed before I could let then go.

My oldest, Robert, lives in Portland, OR (I hear it’s beautiful country), my daughter, Cecily, lives in Cincinnati, OH (cool place, but beautiful is stretching it.) I miss my kids, wish I could see then more. Which led to me thinking, then obsessing about “Littler Living.” An RV that Colin and I could take on great adventures!

We had taken a road trip in April, stayed in a “snug” hostel in NYC and imagined what it would be like to travel our great country, spend more time with family and friends (all who live outside of Indiana) and build memory upon memory. When the opportunity presented itself I was introduced to my newest passion, Darcy (I named her) – the RV. One quid pro (and a less a wedding ring later) we were united.

I’ve been involved in so many projects I haven’t had a chance for a good chat with her, or even a good look around. What if there is like a million dollars hidden inside, or better yet a Picasso? I am eagerly rubbing my hands together to get to the part where I gut everything and create a vision of how the re-model will look.

Would you join me on this journey? Sharing this experience, getting advice, and a laugh or two is all the motivation I need.

Darcy, meet the world…

Bullet Journaling – my newest passion

Bullet Journaling – my newest passion

Bullet journaling has become my newest passion.  I say newest because there are a lot of them!  I have always been a pen to paper kind of gal.  I’m also highly organized, so I always have my planner close by.  When I stumbled across bullet journals (or BOJO) I was immediately fascinated.

These journals combine two of my favorite things.  Organization and creativity!

I’ve found some really helpful sites to get get me started on my journey.  I warn you there are so many different ideas out there that it can become overwhelming (at least for me it did).  Here are a few of my favorites.

Georgia Nicolaou has a comprehensive guide to get started.  She includes all of the valuable information for beginners.  As you move through the process of creating your own you’ll probably integrate ideas from different sources and start to create your own.

 

Travel – DC/NYC Road Trip

Travel – DC/NYC Road Trip

I have done my fair share of traveling around the United States and a few places outside our borders.  However, that was what feels like a lifetime ago.  My son and I created a new chapter in our lives a little over a year ago and would like to share this chapter with my readers.

Excited to announce that we are taking a trip to Washington DC, then to NYC.  Colin (my son) is a huge Hamilton fan.  (Let’s face it, we all are).  He has been pleading with me to take him on this trip to see historical sites regarding Hamilton, and our Founding Fathers.  ROAD TRIP!

First we get to see our good friend, Kristen, who lives in VA (just outside DC).  We plan visiting the Museum of American History, Library of Congress, National Post Office…these are all of my son’s choosing.  Perhaps we’ll be able to see the Washington Monument from a distance or stumble by the Lincoln Memorial.  #momskillfun

Off to NYC we go!  Our big plans are Hamilton Grange, Trinity Church, Weehawken, NJ and the 9/11 Memorial.  There is a good chance we’ll drive past the Empire State Building or through Times Square.  I actually lived in New York for about 3 years so I have a pretty good idea what to expect while we are there.

Back home again for us as we travel the mere 11 hours to our front door.  Did I mention my son is too young to drive?

So follow us on our new adventure which starts Sunday, March 13th.  Love to read your comments!

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

I’ve been trying to create a schedule for myself to manage anxiety and depression.  I found some great morning meditations on Audible that are about 10 minutes each, but has really helped me to focus on the day.  I then spend another 10 minutes or so reading the Bible (it is so hard to figure out where to start!), but I decided on Matthew.  I close in prayer.  This routine feels like I’ve put my armor on for the day.  I would encourage  you to find your routine to wake up your mind and spirit.

Bullet Journals – My Newest Passion

Bullet Journals – My Newest Passion

Bullet journaling has become my newest passion.  I say newest because there are a lot of them!  I have always been a pen to paper kind of gal.  I’m also highly organized, so I always have my planner close by.  When I stumbled across bullet journals (or BOJO) I was immediately fascinated.

These journals combine two of my favorite things.  Organization and creativity!

I’ve found some really helpful sites to get get me started on my journey.  I warn you there are so many different ideas out there that it can become overwhelming (at least for me it did).  Here are a few of my favorites.

Georgia Nicolaou has a comprehensive guide to get started.  She includes all of the valuable information for beginners.  As you move through the process of creating your own you’ll probably integrate ideas from different sources and start to create your own.

 

 

Dabbling in the Abstract

Dabbling in the Abstract

Beauty.  That term means different things to different people.  You can see beauty in a person, in nature, in a gesture, in a day.  I see beauty in the abstract.  There was a time that everything needed to be controlled in my day.  My expectation with people and tasks were set at a bar so high that I ended most days going to bed, disappointed…not so much so now.

Now the abstract is peaceful, meaningful to me.  I sit down when I feel unfocused, out of balance, overwhelmed and I dabble.  You could also view this as escapism from the 20 sets of problems that I have waiting or have passed while I waited.  I like that I have chosen to stop.  Pick up a brush or pen, open a blank page in a canvas pad and wait.

What am I waiting for?  Inspiration I suppose, but mostly I am waiting for my mind to give me permission to do nothing, nothing that is important to anyone or anything else immediately in my life.

Dabbling doesn’t hurt anyone, it certainly doesn’t hurt me.  My relationships don’t suffer, I’m not being rude to another person.  To think of it I consider that I’m being kind to the world by just sitting in my private personal space giving everyone else more room to move about, being mean, being kind…but I think most times being mean.  This is a spot in line I’m willing to wave other people in front of me in. 

There is a peace that comes over me when I see a blank piece of paper with all sorts of possibilities.  I close my eyes, really thinking of how I’m finding my way in this world.  How overwhelming it all is.  Whether I will ever truly figure it out, and when I might know when that moment arrives.  But in that moment, I’m ready to create something that was once, just nothing.

Why dabble?  Why not really learn to paint professionally or perhaps even take the leap to learn how to draw a flower?  Painting abstract flowers is a real niche of mine.  I think it is first inspired by the film “What Dreams May Come”.  If you have never seen this movie, you should stop reading this and find some streaming channel that you can find it on and watch it.  I’ll wait.

Okay, you’re back. That probably means you have seen it or you are too lazy or pretentious to take my advice.  You lose. 

Dabble is where perfection isn’t expected.  If someone happens upon what you are painting, there is no judgement, no explanation, “I’m just dabbling”.  Plus, I don’t think we use the word dabbling enough (pretty sure I’ve taken care of that problem in writing this).

My favorite part?  Is when I decide I’m done.  I could spend hours working on a concept, that when I am done, tired, spent, relaxed.  I set everything down and take a moment to appreciate that where there was once nothing, there is something.  Most times that something is beautiful.  To me.  That is the only person I want to be pleased.

It has been a long time since the only person I wanted to feel pleased with what has been accomplished is just me.  After a very long life of pleasing so many around me.  Working hard for acceptance, praise, loyalty, unconditional friendship or love.  The only person that is judging me is me.  Guess what, I’m not a judgmental person – so me, my paper, brush, and new creation leave the whole interaction feeling pretty good about the whole experience, because it is the one time of the day (or week) that I’ve just done something for me.

Dabbling in the abstract is just a base lesson in life for me.  Not everything thing needs to meet the standard of what someone else thinks you should be, and it is nearly impossible to let yourself down because you had low expectations going into it.  But the amazement you feel when you created something that give you pleasure, that accomplishment, that feeling of freedom.  It’s just a small slice of this world that no one can take away.  Well, unless they burn my house down or the abstract painting police bust in because I have broken some painting law I’m wholly unaware of.  This could be a thing, I’m just putting it out there.

Dabbling in the abstract is a way to see the world and accept it for what it is most of the time.  A place where things are unplanned, unexpected, and at the end of the day I can cock my head to one side and find the beauty in it, even if it is only me that can see it.