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 InstagramHomeownership (ok and the competitive DC housing market that led us to skip a full inspection), has had many... surprises. Like years of flood damage in the basement, the skylights that were never sealed, the kitchen pipes that were not threaded, the complete lack of water pressure in the shower, the apparent absence of studs in any walls (how?), and the shower door that was hung backwards- to name a few. But there have also been other surprises. The light that fills our home at every moment of the day. The different blooms in the yard that show up unexpected. The tv, patio furniture, lawn tools, 12 cans of orange juice concentrate that the former owners left. The neighbors that have been a welcoming. The way a place can become home so quickly and deeply and happily and expensively and surprisingly.This fall sight on my doorstep is the most beautiful thing. I find reasons to walk outside and analyze my mums multiple times each day, constantly moving pumpkins and turning squirrel bite marks to the back. The kids have picked up on it, and Henry heads outside “just go see if the mums look pretty” and Etta is always pulling off blooms to bring to me. We all love climbing through flowers to come home. Really wanting November to go as slowly as possible.