Just a little Ethan update before I wish you all a wonderful weekend!
Ethan went to his follow-up appointment with his pulmonologist on Wednesday. While there wasn’t much conversation about his remaining asthma and the steps toward getting med-boarded (like a part of me couldn’t help but hope for!), Ethan did receive an upped dosage of one of his medications, the max amount before adding steroids into the regime. Yikes. I hope we don’t have to go that route, since long term steroid use causes extra problems!
It would seem to me that there is no point anymore in dreaming we will be home for good before Ethan’s official release date of August 8, 2015. Good thing that doesn’t sound as far away as it once did! Only seventeen months, people. That’s probably the right amount of time for me to finish some needlepoint and novels, yeah?
| Project Holly Reveal by Bailey McCarthy |
Here I go again…lusting over luxury designer products, this time for the home. Bailey’s reveal of the Project Holly house peaked my interest in the monogram loveliness that is the Hermes Avalon Blanket. In rich cozy hues, the bold H is a stunner tucked on top of a sofa or folded neatly at the foot of the bed. After seeing the wool and cashmere blend blanket’s price tag however, I couldn’t help but crave a slight tweak in the design.
How fun would a similar design be with your own last initial on it instead? This is a product that tried that idea out, but I don’t think they succeeded in capturing the original’s chicness. I wish I had the skills to handcraft my own version as I think this typeface is comparable in proportion (talk about being the ultimate renaissance woman!). And because I think in threes these days, below are examples of my family’s perfectly symmetrical initials…what a wonderful future gift they would be.
Anyone have a loom I can borrow?
…Thanksgivings at home. With everyone together with a million things to do and a few hands to help. With pie in the oven, turkey cooling on the stove, and the men in sweaters tossing a football in the backyard.
…movie nights with the family. Foreign films, in black and white, some in color. With salty hands from eating popcorn, squinty eyes from reading subtitles. A projector and a white wall, comfy chairs and discussions afterward.
…thunderstorms and soft rain pelting the windowsill. In-progress puzzles and just finished Scrabble. Books that are dog-eared and weathered and loved. A soft carpet for curling up on with a blanket and a pillow, because the couch is too squishy and the floor feels just right.
…feathering my nest. With treasures from flea markets and gifts from afar. The clock from the basement on a wood paneled wall. Art on the wallpaper on the walls, cool bathroom tiles, and a fire in the hearth. A place in which all of these dreams can come true.
Dreaming of my creature comforts lately…actually caught myself thinking of how nice it will be to work on my needlepoint stockings for future Christmases. I feel the ache to be home for good in my bones. I don’t feel more like myself anywhere else.