Stepper grew up in the desert, but is a child of the rain. She lost her heart to Seattle (both to the place and to the boy who grew up there). She loves to write and draw, and used to get in trouble for doodling all over her homework. She graduated with a Bachelors degree in English Literature from Utah State University. She loves to sing, play the violin and guitar, and is learning the mandolin. She bakes a mean spice cake with pinoche icing, hates caramel, and has a real thing for old keys. But her very most favorite thing in the whole world is her cute husband and three amazing kids.
Looking for a simple one-sitting summer project with a big wow factor? Please, friends, look no further. Guest blogger Tamsin has done it again with her fun fabric marker pillow tutorial! And really, why stop there? I see a lot of potential here for graphic canvases, window curtains, clothing, etc.
(Tamsin blogs to us from over at Project Project.)
Do you ever feel bombarded with unrealistic expectations for parenthood? Pinterest, Mommy Blogs and carefully crafted Facebook posts can make us feel a bit inadequate at times. Or worse, like we're failing all together! It's nice to have a breath of fresh (and real!) air to clear our heads and remind us that parenting is messy! We're only human. And what our kids need most is not perfection, but US.
Guest blogger Ari Terry joins us today to tell us her story of one of the "other days".
FAMILYSTORYTELLING.COM enthusiastically welcomes guest blogger Tamsin North, who joins us to share her tutorial on how to create these gorgeous Scandanavian painted easter eggs. Enjoy!
Saint Patrick's Day ought to be fun for all—young and young-at-heart—whether you can claim a heritage from the Emerald Isle or just get enthusiastic about the idea of a pot of golden wishes at the end of the rainbow. But, let's be honest folks. St. Patrick's Day can also be dangerous for those caught unprepared. Keep your tender arms pinch-free with these SIMPLE and FUN do-it-yourself St. Patty's Day shirts that are not only green, but festive.
If I were to stand boldly before you and with great and slightly unnerving earnestness state, “You have a story somewhere inside you that is important and powerful and would like very much to be told,” would you believe me?
I admit, I crossed the threshhold into the new year with the pressure of recording the last one still hanging over my head. So many things happened during 2013—so many lessons learned, so many adventures had and discoveries made—yet I only had a dozen journal entries, and even fewer blog posts. I didn't want to give up on telling last year's story, but the idea of trying to record all that happened after the fact (let alone remembering all that happened) felt too daunting. Nobody has time for that!
So I simplified.
There was something striking about the woman sitting in the plastic chair by the edge of the pool. I remember being struck – something emanated from her that went so far beyond the pink and red scar that pulled an angry line up from the neckline of her bathing suit, dividing in two her freckled chest—a chest that, even at my tender age of naiveté, I understood was abnormally flat.
Stop or Slow: A Road Construction Story
I have the best and the worst job in the world. It is intimidating. Most days, it feels impossible. Every day it's terrifying. Like, Russian Roulette terrifying. But I love it. Every second. And I wear my job title with boastful pride: Mother.
The Very Beginning: Actually NOT a Very Good Place to Start