
I used to be quite the avid thrifter and then, well, time and life and moving somewhere with crappier thrift stores interfered. I mostly thrifted clothes and if I ever turn up my college photos showcasing my 90s uniform of vintage dress-white tights-black mary janes, you guys are in for a treat. In the mean time, I thought I would link up with Mandy (of The Haps) for High on Thrifting Thursday.
Of course, I didn’t go thrifting this week, but as I’m trying to dip my toes back in to blogging with words and things, I’m hoping she’ll make an exception. These are my absolute favorite thing I got at the thrift last year.
Happy Flower Mugs!
We are repairing and rebuilding. I appreciate everyone’s kind words and thoughts. I have no plans to ever discuss details of what happened in this space. The internet never forgets and Spencer never needs to know. Honestly, I hope I block most of it out. Some details are still there and some are already getting fuzzier.
Physically, I am much improved. Apparently I had massive blood loss, received a transfusion and my hemoglobin is on the way up (YAY!) They used those pneumatic cuffs to prevent DVT after surgery, but it looks like I have some issues with my superficial (i.e. minor) leg vein and ended up in the ER this morning. My mom had some pulmonary embolism issues, so better safe than sorry, but everything checked out ok.
I plan on just moving forward with regular content. Week in pictures will be up tomorrow. I may dwell here or there and I have a few choice things I would like to say to fate/the universe/someone but perhaps those things are best left private.
Thanks again for the understanding, sympathy and kind, kind words.
I lost our sweet girls on Tuesday at 21 weeks. I think because of preterm labor. I don’t know. Still processing. My water broke and everything gets blurry. Thanks for everyone’s kind words on twitter and facebook. I’m home from the hospital, my husband is home for the next two weeks and my sister is coming tomorrow. People saying nice things to me makes me cry, so I probably won’t be responding to comments or messages.
xoxo
Scene {kitchen}
Spencer: What’s dat, mama?
Me: It’s a bagel. I’m going to toast it and put cream cheese on it. Do you want one?
Spencer: No, just help you.
Me: I’m putting it in the toaster, it’s too far back for you to help, but you can help me put cream cheese on it. Do you want one?
{toaster reads 3 min left}
Spencer: No. Just help you. Done now?
Me: No, when it says 0:00
{gets out cream cheese, toaster reads 2 min left}
Spencer: What’s that? Done now?
Me: Almost. It will beep.
{toaster beeps and blinks 0:00}
Spencer: Done NOW!
{puts bagel on plate}
Me: Ok. Hold my hand and help me spread it. Do you want one?
Spencer: Spread it, OK!
Me: Ok. Do you want half? I can cut it.
Spencer: No. Just help you eat it.
{grabs full half a bagel, licks it makes a face}
Spencer: Yuckers.
{drops on floor, cream cheese side down. Of course.}
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