8 years later...

So, it's been like 8 years since I've posted, but if I don't post I will lose this account and it will be sucked up into non-existence. I don't have much to say, but I want to copy this blog before it disappears as I was nostalgic last night reading some posts...

So much has happened since them and this is like a window into that time. I was stressed. I had three young children, and an almost teenager I was dealing with daily. I didn't sleep much, but I was younger and could deal with it.

I have said often that I would re-boot my blog with "One Closet; This Year", but I haven't gotten around to it. I still am 99% thrifter and gifter, but I haven't been so motivated to make "interesting" outfits. That said, I do often get complimented on garments and my reply is often: "I got it at Goodwill." So. There. That's it. I'm hoping that this will not evaporate. But if it does, that's ok...

I will try to find semi-recent photo on this computer to upload...

This is the latest outfit on my computer. All Goodwill (save my skivvies)... I wore it to the opera!

That's it for now.

Signing off!!!

Broken!

As if things weren't crazy enough, Charlie had to go and break his arm! Right before we were supposed to drive cross-country for the summer!

I honestly don't know if we will make it now. We'll see what the orthopedist says on Thursday. On Saturday, we enjoyed what was probably the best baseball game of Charlie's entire season. Charlie and his novice crew, were pitted against a very organized and skilled team of bigger kids. There were also twice as many of them as there were of us. We had 7 players to start, and one left in the middle of the game!

Charlie's team was outmatched, but they were hitting balls, stealing bases, and seemed blissfully unaware that they were getting hammered. Or maybe they knew and they were just having fun. God knows we parents were! We were laughing and cheering and I'm sure the other parents couldn't figure out why we were so darn happy that we were losing.

Who would have known, after our last game of the season, that just a few hours later we would be with Charlie in the E.R., waiting to have his Condylar Fracture repaired. Richard stayed with Charlie in the E.R. for over 8 hours, letting me leave when the doctor told him that Charlie would have to be sedated and have his arm reset. Richard also missed poker night. He never misses poker night.

HaHa channels he inner Richard Simmons!

Ahhhh... The stuff of life!!! Good times!

When I was downloading pictures from my camera, I found this photo Leo secretly took when I wasn't looking. He loves to take surprise pictures!

Making the Post of It!

Richard told me that I needed to post, and you all know how I do EVERYTHING Richard says!

The main reason I haven't been posting is that I have been preoccupied with trying to figure out what path to take in the next few months. I usually have such a strong sense of what feels right, but in this instance I am truly confused. What is the universe telling me? What is my own gut telling me? For the first time I can remember in a very long time, I really do not know.

The other night Richard pulled "the universe" language out of his "hat" (to put it politely), and I knew he was just humoring me, trying to make me feel better. At least I have that.

As for clothes, I still have NOT bought any new clothes in retail, although I did pick up a few great things at the good 'ol GW (Goodwill, for those of you who don't know me well)! I also got rid of MORE stuff, which makes me feel good.

HaHa picked up a slip I had in a basket to be mended and wanted to wear it, so I have included some photos. She also put together this very "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" outfit today. All on her own!

HaHa Style 4!

This is a "vintage" HaHa photo. NYC 2010.

My little "Re-fashionista" continues to create outfits that I would wear if I could. She's pretty adept at putting an outfit together for the ripe old age of two, but she also has the luxury of being a kid, which means she pretty much looks cute in everything. I guess it's like supermodels; they can rock a potato sack if they have to!

HaHa had her first preschool visit day, and I was completely aware of how ready she is to move on from the nest. She needs to start hanging out and exploring with peers and teachers rather than with me all the time. I truly think she is bored being with me all the time, as demonstrated by her constant requests to go to "Ildiko's house" (her daycare provider and patron saint of generosity ) and "Tay-Tay's House"(her amazing caretaker and cousin/aunt). What can I say? I'm her mom, and therefore am boring by my sheer abundance in her life. Familiarity breeds contempt, right?...

Now don't get me wrong: I know my little sparkle pup HaHa loves me, and does have fun with me, but even she needs a break from our daily routine every now and then...

This week we got to go on the Sony lot to dine with one of HaHa's favorite aunties, and she did get to go to Ildiko's! Lucky girl. She leads a charmed life!

HaHa adores her big bros!

Wearing her beloved "sparkle skirt"

On Sony lot with fashionable Auntie Eek-o!

Divorce Chickens!!!

As I mentioned earlier, we inherited some chickens after a co-worker of Richard's got divorced. I had been longing for chickens for quite some time, so they came as welcome guests to our humble abode. However, as they came to our house, so did flies galore, poop-fest 2011, and a ridiculous amount of self-induced stress as I worried that all the predatory animals in our neighborhood were sitting at our gate, wondering when they would have the chance to devour our brood.

That said, the chickens have grown on me, and I've grown accustomed to their care. However, my cousin is getting married in September and she's having her reception in our backyard. Somehow, I just can't picture the reception with my feathered friends pecking about the yard, or frolicking in their fly-filled chicken run. So they have to go. There are other reasons too, but the wedding is the foremost in my mind.

We will have chickens again, but when we do, we'll make sure there are no foreseeable formal activities planned in our backyard!

P.S. If you or anyone you know wants 5 chickens and a coop, let me know! Otherwise, they're going on Craig's List!!!

Outfit:

Richard and HaHa enjoying The Misfit.

Wore this to meet Richard for lunch at The Misfit. His company generously provided lunch there for their employees!!! How's that for perks?!

Skirt: High school favorite.

Floral dress: New Year Goodwill find.

Tee: Worn inside out. Gift from friend.


Shoes: These are some of my favorites, bt they are falling apart. I'm hoping to find a similar pair soon!

Blogger Buzz!

I got a message from my mom this morning asking if I had removed my HaHa Style 3 post because of some comments she made about my tantrum-ing as a child. I did not.

When she left the message I went to my blog to see what she was talking about and sure enough, no HaHa. My last entry gone.

Unsure about what happened, I went searching on blogger and I found this page: Blogger is Back.
It made me think that I should try to print my one year project lest it be lost in space one day...

It was a lot of work, and I'd love to have a hard copy to peruse when I am old and gray!

Here are HaHa's photos again!

Have a great weekend!!!

HaHa Style 3!

So HaHa has taken a turn for the worse. She is moody and whiny and belligerent... Could it be that spending too much time with me has made her cranky?

Could be.

A few days ago HaHa asked me, "Mommy, what's your problem?" I think I just stared at her because I was surprised she asked me that. "My problem is coughing", she said. She had just been coughing a few minutes before, but where, oh where, did she get that language?

When HaHa saw this picture of herself on the ground with her baby she said "I look mad, MaMa." She does. Perhaps the "terrible two's" have finally taken hold. Or perhaps, as I said before, I am killing her exuberance with my own stank attitude. Uh-oh, Mama, time to get with program and snap out of it!

Keeping out of the sun!

A tender moment with her bro.

Fascinating.