I’d like to tell you how lovely people are.

3 Jun

A couple weeks ago, I spent the week in St.Paul taking a continuing education course at Luther Seminary. It was a wonderful, awesome, inspiring week. [For those interested, we explored church leadership through the lens of Brene Brown, author (most recently) of Rising Strong.  It just may have transformed my life in super good ways.]

But you know me. I can’t be far from a craft project for any too long. My fingers need to craft. So I took along with me a yellow Pyrex dish filled with buttons, floral wire, and a pliers. I’m making a button bouquet (a la this) for the wedding.

Here’s what I have so far, just stuffed in a jar for now. As you can see, color scheme is any and everything. Just the way I like it.FullSizeRender 3

So as I had time, during breaks or lunch, I’d assemble a few more button “flowers.” The instructor of the class, ever curious, asked what I was up to. I explained the whole button bouquet idea.

The next day I found a little sandwich bag of buttons on my spot at the table.  Sarah brought me buttons to add to my bouquet!

I got an email from Sarah-the-instructor just yesterday.  She’d found more buttons. Cool ones, she wrote. What was my address? She’d like to send them to me.

How lovely is that?

It kind of made me think how awesome it will be to have a bouquet of buttons from people I know and love. Marilyn at work has already brought me some. I hope to find some earrings/brooches of Grandma Vera’s to add in.  Maybe I’ll track down some other buttons from family members as I go. Maybe I’ll ask some of the women at church.  The button bouquet will continue to grow!


A mouse story.

1 May

Should I tell you the mouse story?

Here’s a mouse story. (I have too many of these.)

I was in the basement, switching laundry. Emmett followed me down. No biggie.

Until he found a dead mouse behind a box. And he picked the dead mouse up with his mouth. And refused to let it go.

I am FREAKING out. Drop it! Drop it! I yell, as if Emmett follows commands that well this early in his life. (He’ll do it with a ball if we’re playing fetch. But a mouse? Of course not.)

I remember that there is a box of Mabel’s old things in the basement. With a bag of bones inside. I start throwing bones at him, hoping he’ll drop the mouse and eat a bone. But I guess, to Emmett dead mouse > bone. Because drop the mouse he did not.

Next in his effort to keep his prize, Emmett runs upstairs.  I follow, frantically, grabbing a handful of paper towel on the way through the kitchen. He finally drops the mouse. On the couch.


Using the paper towels, I pick it up and take it away. No more mouse for Emmett.

On my way to dispose of it, I throw him a mouth-freshening puppy chew, as if to pretend that will take care of the mouse cooties in his mouth. (I know it won’t.)

Let’s just pretend anyways, as he’s a kisser.


Life lately.

25 Apr

Internet and time have been slim at my house so I haven’t been able to update you. On life. As if my life is exciting enough that you want to read about it. Maybe not. But I bet you do want to see CUTE PUPPY PICTURES!

IMG_6215Like that one. Adorbs. Doctor Emmett Brown is growing and learning and biting. And jumping. And getting this housebreaking thing down. (*raises roof*)

In other news, I survived Easter, yoga continues to float my boat, and I’ve started to condition my straw bales for the garden. I tried to mow the forest-of-a-lawn that is my backyard but after five minutes I broke the mower (Okay, not really. But the blades stopped spinning.) and I’m kind of super excited for other yard work to come.

IMG_6212That’s life lately.

Friday Favorites.

7 Apr

friday favorites

This guy. (Are you surprised? No, you’re not. He goes between super naughty – jumping, biting – and super cuddly and sweet. I’m sure it’s all part of his plan to rule the household. It’s probably working.)IMG_6183

I’ve rediscovered overnight oats. Super delicious. (Old fashioned oats + unsweetened almond milk + fruit + a splash of maple syrup soaked overnight = lovely breakfast.) A church member also gifted me two dozen eggs from her chickens. My breakfast game has been top notch this week.

I’m in love with this quilt (by Crazy Mom Quilts – one of my favorite modern quilt/pattern person) and its ability to use up those favorite teeny tiny scraps I can’t part with because I love the fabric so. I’ve made two blocks … more to come when I have a house-trained puppy and Easter is behind us.IMG_6138.JPG

Nick Offerman and Amy Poehler (my Parks and Recreation favorites) are planning a new reality show … for crafters. The Handmade Project. I want to apply. I think I may …

This weather. Super excited to spend some quality time with the sun this weekend.

My sister sent me a new mug that says “Future Mrs. B-.” Super sweet! It is iced coffee weather but I wanted to drink out of it all the same so there is a straw sticking out of the top this morning. FullSizeRender


Doctor Emmett.

28 Mar

Emmett has been with us for a week.

And it’s been an adventure. (Is that the right word?)

He’s adorable and cuddly and fluffy.  He’s a great sleeper at night and never had much whining to do, even the first night.  He has learned the ins and outs of my house, Dave’s house, and my office at church. Today I began to see some progress on the house training front which is super-duper exciting. We’re working on “look at me,” “sit,” and “lay down.” We use Honeynut Cheerios as our training treat – we tried regular Cheerios but he had none of that.  (Understandable, really.) He greets me with kisses every morning when I carry him outside. (I have to carry him down the stairs of the back stoop; he hasn’t quite mastered those.)

That’s all true. What else is true?

My whole house has been rearranged.
He has learned to go upstairs and even climbed over the baby gate at the bottom at one point.
His teeth are sharp.
He doesn’t like his kennel during the day.
He finds any small space and army crawls under it or hides in it.
I’m super tired.
He’s in love with my slippers.
I can’t wear scarves; he eats them.

An adventure indeed. An adventure I’m excited about, even if it is frustrating and tiring at points. We’re figuring it out. (Dave and I spent last Sunday evening watching dog training videos on YouTube.) We’ll get there.


20 Mar

You guys.  Tomorrow is the day.  This guy comes home with me. We pick him up in the early evening!IMG_6137.JPG-1

(If you’re already tired that my last however many blog posts have been about the pup, be prepared to become exhausted from puppy pics, posts, and stories.  I’d apologize … but I’m not really sorry about it.  He’s too cute!)


An Emmett update. 

27 Feb

Seriously. I can’t even. 

Three weeks until he comes home with us!


18 Feb

It’s not Friday but here’s what I’ve been loving lately:

Dreaming about a certain dog, projects and all.

THIS WEATHER.  Sunny.  50s.  I actually opened the patio door yesterday and it was wonderful.  I’m hopeful for a short bike ride tomorrow.  On February 19.

img_6104Today I successfully threaded and used a serger.  It was given to me and it’s sat in a closet for months.  The dream of making cloth napkins (yup. crazy person here.) for the wedding gave me the push to get it out.  It needs to be serviced but I’m so excited.  (After the photo was taken, I learned that  the spool holder needed to be pulled up.  Got it now.)

The MPR news app on my phone.

About four weeks ago, I started taking a yoga class twice a week through Austin Community Education.  I have fallen in love with it.  The course is six weeks long but the instructor decided to offer another session.  Thus, I will continue yoga-ing with a handful of other people on Monday and Thursday evenings for six more weeks once this first course is over.  We spend the last ten minutes laying on the floor in the dark.  It’s pretty great.

Crazy Mom Quilts released another quilting book.  She’s all about scraps to the point it blows my mind.  (I have her first book to credit my gumdrops quilt and Sunday Morning quilt currently on my bed.)

Debating making hundreds of these over the next year to stick everywhere on the day we pick for our wedding.  (Still undecided.)


Warning: Cute puppy photo ahead. 

13 Feb

Dave and I went on Saturday to pick which puppy in the litter would be ours. At three weeks, they were all adorable. We landed on a red-colored male with a white patch on his chest. And he is the most adorable, if-I-don’t-say-so-myself.  We learned that the day he will come to live with me/us is March 21. A Tuesday. 35 days and counting.  In the meantime, the breeder will send us photos of our little guy each week so we can see him grow. (Are you sick of me talking about this puppy yet?)

Meet Doctor Emmett Brown.*

* It is where we have arrived.  How did we arrive here?  Doc Brown = crazy hair on Back to the Future.  Puppy Emmett = crazy curly, fluffy hair. (I do not claim this logic but someone I love does.  I, however, do love Back to the Future. So I’ll go with it.)


8 Feb

fullsizerender-1Let’s rewind three years and some odd weeks.  I got a new message on Match.  Something like this:

I admit I got scared when you said that you are a pastor so I shied away from messaging you before.  (more words … conversation goes back and forth a few times) You sound like a very interesting person that I would like to get to know a little more. I hope I’m not being too forward, but would you like to meet and maybe do a fun activity – bowling?  At the very least, we could walk away friends. 

(Okay. The words weren’t something like this.  Those are exact words.  Because I still have the messages saved in a gmail folder. True story.)

Last Friday night, the boy that sent that message and the girl who received it got engaged. TO BE MARRIED.  Here’s how it went down:

Three or four weeks ago, as we approached the third anniversary of our meeting at the bowling alley, Dave, out of the blue, asked me to go look at rings. My response?  Wha – wait – WHAT?  Silence. Smirk. Confusion.  Hug.  What?!  Okay.  YES.  Insert many days of Lindsay thinking of nothing else and filling her Pinterest wedding board.

We went to look at rings at the local jeweler but nothing quite fit my fancy.  (Quite honestly, they were too fancy.) Afterwards, we out for pizza at the same place we went three years ago. I have the split-screen photo to prove it. (Yes, I’m a sap.)

I found a few rings I liked online. Dave purchased one and it was shipped to his house via UPS with a signiature required upon delivery.  Tracking information was delivered to Dave and, naturally, it was scheduled to be delivered while he was out of town for work. Practical people we are, I worked from his house that day and signed for my own ring. (Why not.) I promised him I wouldn’t open it; I put it in a drawer, and left.

I knew the first night I saw him once he was back in town it would happen. We both were excited – after weeks of knowing it was coming – to share the news and move to the next phase of planning.  So after I got crabby at him because he was fiddling with his trailer so he could leave early the next day to pick up a pinball machine or two (A glimpse of married life to come?)  … after we made supper … after it got really awkward because we both knew the moment was coming … after we started giggling … he asked me.

And that’s when we learned the jewelry store sent a 5 instead of an 8.5.  Boo. It fit on my pinky. (It’s currently been sent away. One that fits should return next week. Until then, my hand feels naked.) We called our mothers, both of whom concluded the conversations by saying, “I love you both.”  (Aww.  Lovely.)

We’re looking at early summer 2018 in Wisconsin, meeting our families a bit closer to where they are.  We are pretty darn excited.

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