on this Friday, the 24th of February…

I finished reading the Hunger Games trilogy this week.  I never intended to like them, but they were so sneaky and amazing and now I’m going through withdrawal in a bad way.  The husband is reading them now and I’m bursting because I can’t talk to him about them yet.  Every other moment, I’m all, what part are you on now, which I’m sure he loves, He does. He does.  I need a book club more than ever.

I had been losing badly to the  combination of winter, potty training, and a sleep hating baby.  I regret to inform you that one day I even wasted an hour of my life watching the Kardashians, something I plan on never repeating.  Immediately after, I scolded myself.   But, the day I finished reading Mockingjay, I was came alive with creative energy.

This week, everything feels better, I finished a dress from this book, whipped up a sleeve for Matt’s Kindle, and started on the Little Things to Sew play town project for the month.

I’ve been packing a few boxes every day, you know, for that move that is coming next month. And you might be wondering, where are you moving? We have no freaking clue and my I-love-the-unknown game face is growing tired. But, we signed up for this, with all our adventurous-change-craving antics, so really I’m not sorry, just brutally aware of the fact that I am hardly in control, which is beautiful, but painful too.

Sometimes, I want to change this declaration to, Oh darling, let’s just be predictable people who live in cute little house with a laundry room, art studio, and a perfect yard, in a neighborhood full of our best friends, and never wonder what will happen next because nothing will ever change again.

But even considering that creepy-truman-show-esque utopia  makes me shudder and and desire to pack a bag for each of us and jump in the car, destination unknown. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that everything is just as it should be.

And it’s the weekend.