If you have been reading around here for long, you were probably getting very worried that you would be spared the annual family photoshoot that I always drag you through in excruciating detail following Christmas (like these fine bits of memory lane from 2010, 2011, 2012, apparently 2013 disappeared somewhere, and 2014). But fear not– we dragged that tripod out into the woods as always and rocked our delay-timer photographed Christmas shoot.When preparing for photos, it is important to select a color palette that is easy to follow and instantly understood by everyone. This is why I declared “muted woodland” and inflicted it on everyone. Some members of our crowd seemed confused by what that meant, and I had to repeat the obvious answers -beige, cream (obviously different than beige), hunter, sage, gray, chambray, tan, maroon, leather, denim — multiple times. But eventually, we were appropriately frocked and ready to whip out our best poses… Like the one where we cluster in couples and pretend to be goofy, minus some members of the family who participate by not participating. …Or the one where we prance around like the cast of Friends, strolling through a path not quite wide enough for us to all saunter arm in arm. And Zach’s introduction of Liz into the family makes the sibling set complete! Oh what, these old things? We just happen to have matching blankets wrapped around our necks as we toss our coiffed hair in a woodland clearing- NBD. Ok fiiiiiinnnne- we can all admit that maybe Zach and Liz win for best interpretation of “muted woodland.” They are like a flipping Eddie Bauer add for love over here. But Lyman and Ruth win “best coordinating outfits,” and James and I get to have a baby, so I guess we are all winners of some sort. The boys… The girls… … and the in-laws who have learned to tolerate our crazy pack. Team #winlaw forever. No one I love better than this bunch in their muted woodland finery. Till next year, O Faithful Tripod!
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramAfter a week of parties, I just took down the bunting this morning, and it has me feeling all sorts of Monday-ready. This space. I still am in awe that it is ours. Especially in the quiet and clean early morning moments before the couch cushions become flatbed trucks and the table is covered with crayon marks and requested food that was subsequently rejected.We don’t have a headboard, or proper frame. The mattress needs to be replaced, as I think it might be the culprit for my constant hip pain. The built-in nightstands were clearly meant for a king, making our queen look laughably small in our beautiful, yet undecoratedx master bedroom. We don’t have plump throw pillows as they have all been sacrificed to cushioning me through two pregnancies, and all the bedding is from Target. But when I see it like this, all I see is perfection.