what’s the rush?

With three kids under 4, I find this is a question I have to ask myself on a regular basis. When seemingly simple tasks turn into messy, multi-step processes interrupted by emergency diaper changes and spilled milk, I can get frustrated.

And when that happens I apologize to the kids, slow down the old tick-tock of my internal clock, give myself the old “what’s the rush?” pep-talk, and change my expectation from “this should be quick” to “this should take a really long time.”



Recently I started up a little Etsy shop as a hobby and experiment to see if I could turn a little bit of yarn into a little bit of profit. I started with one listing and plans to add more but what with life moving at a breakneck pace, galloping into summer, tearing through head colds, the implementing of new laundry systems, spring cleaning and decluttering, pizza making and basic survival (you know, life being life), not much progress has been made. Life is like that, you know. Sometimes it gets in the way. Of… life.

I’m embracing slow progress because even though it can feel like stagnation, nothing really stands still ever and that’s actually why I’m not making any progress :p Slow progress= life progress.

Anyways, I made this scarf as a potential summer item to add to my shop. There’s not much to it, more style than warmth, so it should have been a quick project but it actually took me several weeks because of… life. So that’s all good. Maybe eventually I’ll perfect the pattern and list it in the shop but for now, I’m enjoying the slow life and adding a pop of Serenity Blue to my gray outfits.


mother’s day


I don’t have too much to say on the subject, just some pretty photos to commemorate the occasion. We had a busy but sweet mother’s day and in the day’s leading up to it I received some flowers, a card, and bath bombs that Isaiah made in preschool. It made me feel very grown up that I have a child old enough to be making me mother’s day gifts in school!





the wall

Because I love house tours I assume everyone does, so I think I shall give you a little tour of mine. In small doses. Corner by corner as small sections are tidy enough to photograph.

I will begin with what is affectionately known as (by me, starting now)



Moving from Left to Right, we have a motivational painting by me (not pictured: the letter T as in TODAY! as in don’t procrastinate), a Vancouver map by Ork Posters, a sweet Vancouver alley print by Jon Shaw, a black and white etching by my talented cousin from her art school days (Cara Bain), some old photos of my grandpa’s fishing boat, a caligraphy of a Bible verse, a painting by Addison’s hairdresser in the Yukon, Addison’s old Yukon Territory scooter license plate, a print by a Yukon artist whose name escapes me (still in the packaging because Ikea doesn’t sell frames in that size :p), and our favorite wedding photo.

And a pink water bottle which I inexplicably didn’t think to move for this photo.

I guess The Wall is our rebellion against the minimalism trend. I’m a bit of a maximalist when it comes to pictures. Maximalist is fancy for I like LOTS of pictures (haha, anybody else reading Fancy Nancy these days?). Everything here has some sort of significance to us, the unifying factor of all the pieces being that we like looking at all of them.


One of my favourite features of the mantel is the three treasure chests which we have collected from here and there in which we store the kids tiny toys (plastic animals, peg people, letter magnets). I really like the concept of “hiding” toy storage throughout the house; gotta be creative with space in the city, amiright?




In my Father’s house are many mansions…

John 14:2

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We live in a wonderful neighbourhood in East Vancouver and on long walks I entertain myself by looking at every house on the street and deciding which I like best and what it would be like to live there. “I would put a vegetable garden right there” or “That corner is where I would keep my chickens” (Hypothetical chickens, of course. I’m not really an animal person) or “I would drink my coffee on that patio every morning.” 


My favorites are the classic old houses. The ones that are impossibly small and have somehow managed to survive the developers and bulldozers that are changing our city so rapidly. The homes you can tell someone has lived in, cared for, and loved for years by the elaborate network of vegetable gardens, clothing lines, and boulevard takeovers.

I also love the run down ones- the rental units that an unengaged landlord has passed from tenant to tenant, or the REALLY run down ones that are in all probability some kind of grow-op. These ones give me endless entertainment because every time I walk past them I mentally make them over one tangled mess at a time. I tear down the junk-filled shed and build a new one, I trade out the chainlink fence for a cute picket fence, I clear the yard of weeds and plant veggies in tidy boxes. Mentally it is a very rewarding process.

Some houses are so intriguing on the outside either structurally or style-wise that I am dying to see inside. I love house tours! One of my favourite things is going to someone’s place just after they moved in because usually they will offer a house tour. I guess I’m nosy but there is just something really fun about seeing the layout, the decor, the function, and the anomalies. One of my childhood friends lived in a house that actually had secret passageways you could crawl through. It was incredible. Just yesterday I visited a friend whose guest room had stairs leading up to a rooftop patio that overlooked the whole city. Amazing. Our neighbours have a fireplace on their patio! So cool.

This all feels like a lead up to something meaningful, but really I’m not sure where I was hoping to go with all this banter. But at least now you know how I feel about houses (I love them). Please give me a house tour next time I come over.

Tell me, how do you feel about houses?