I have this annual tradition of writing a birthday letter to my daughter. And this year, when I sat down to draft my little love note, I noticed an old file on my computer, titled: “Letter to Future-Violet as a Mom” …I had completely forgotten about this letter. I wrote
dear beth, (dear me) dear naive sweet-eyed girl of 12 hours ago. i’m so sorry to hear that your Mother(s) Day was… a disappointment. if it’s any consolation, your husband is surely kicking himself square in the balls. and like, you can always “sleep in” when you’re dead. plus, you
And when you find you have arrived, there will be no applause; No comfort or assurances that you indeed belong. You will not find it right away; Alas! the growth is slow. But once you’re there, you’ll feel the air has lightened undertow. In truth, it is the absences that
On November 12th, 2018, I cast on my first sweater. I had no idea it what I was in for. It was a “flax sweater” intended for my husband’s Christmas gift, knit from Berocco Vintage yarn, in a duck egg blue that had been in my stash for years. I
When I was in college, I worked in an art supply store. I hated it. I hated it so much. But that’s not what I want to talk about at ALL. (HAHA) What I want to talk about is… I had this wonderful co-worker at the art supply store, who
“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” -Simone Weil So twenty-one days ago, I posted this family photo on Instagram where we’re smiling radiantly near a sparkling lake at dusk. And I look really pretty. And Violet is making a sweet, silly face. And Jacob is lookin’ the
It’s been a quiet December on the blog-front, because… well… when you’re a parent, Christmas is a lot of WORK! I mean, of course I enjoyed it! (I don’t want to sound like I’m in a huff. LOL). It’s a privilege to impart that Christmas magic to my daughter! To
My husband has this thing he likes to say, in a cheerful voice, accompanied by an uber-fake smile and a thumbs up. He says: “My hopes are high, and my expectations are low!” LOL. Usually it makes me laugh. But not always. Because my expectations are high. Like. Reeeal high.
K, raise your hand if you have ever known someone who *liked* to do laundry. Anyone? Any takers? …*crickets chirping, as NO ONE raises a hand* … …Well, I HAVE. YUP! Ding-ding-ding! It’s… My Mom!!! Haha, I’m being dramatic. I actually love that my Mom likes doing laundry. In fact,
I was inspired to draw this illustration as a tribute to all the wonderful friendships I’ve made through Swift and Bloom! So I’d like to share this with everyone, with love and gratitude. You are welcome to use these files below as a DIY art print and a DIY notecard!