Oh, Seattle! And hellooooooo out there! comments: 22

Oh my, guys. Hi! How are you? I'm sorry I've been gone for so long! I've been so busy and life is changing! Our baby is growing up, and as she gets more independent, I am starting to change, too. I have been very focused on pivoting my career to work on making books more than making crafts. I'm not exactly sure how this has come about but I think, so far, it's a very good change for me. It has, however, been all-consuming for the past few months. When I am not actually designing books, I am watching videos about how to design books, or reading about how to design books, or reading Reddit boards of freelancers who are designing books for other people. I am still working on my cookbook (and thank you so much to every single one of you who volunteered to test recipes for me—more on this below) but at some point around August, I realized: Um, holy shit I really need to make some money. So I reworked my Upwork profile to reflect my new book-designing abilities (I'd started doing freelance copyediting and proofreading there a little bit in 2022, so I already had an Upwork profile), and got new work right away. And through Upwork, I've been doing a little bit of editing, a little bit of proofreading, a little bit of book design, a little bit of fixing other peoples' book designs (wow—there are a lot of wild books that get published on Amazon KDP, with even wilder [read: horribly formatted] book designs), a little bit of cover layout for other peoples' books, a whooooole lot of InDesign-learning (wow, what an amazing program—I seriously love it), and a little bit of working on my own book. Zero crafting. Zero soapmaking, zero earring-wire twisting, zero sewing, still shipping Posie orders a few times a week, zero embroidery, zero quiltmaking, zero home-decorating, almost-zero knitting, even almost-zero cooking. Just—books. Headers and footers, heading styles, drop caps, aligned-to-grid text, font styles, paragraph styles, export settings, margins and bleeds. With a lot of Chicago Manual of Style thrown in (new 18th edition released on September 19th! Editors represent, what!).

I know. You're bored. I cannot help it. I am changing. I don't know what I will be. But I'm excited and I'm learning so much, and I'm making some nice books, and helping some nice people, and that makes me feel really good. So I'm giving myself a chance to grow (and pay my bills!).

Now. In June! June! A hundred thousand years ago! We went to Seattle. 

It's impossible for me not to think about my life as it was when I first went to Seattle to visit my friend from college, Pam, who lived on Dexter Ave. and had a second-floor back porch where we would sit and drink beer and look out over Lake Union, and then again a few years later, after I'd moved to Portland, when I was working for Alaska Northwest Books and our main office was in Seattle and I used to travel from Portland to Seattle by train for work. I still remember what it felt like, how I felt, then. This was before my accident, when I was newly married and had just moved to Portland from Montana. My boss was the senior editor and she took me under her wing. She lived in a gorgeous A-frame on the water on the Kitsap Peninsula. When I would go to Seattle to work with her in the Seattle office sometimes I would stay at her house. In the morning we would drive a little car she had from her house to the Kitsap ferry. Then we would take the ferry in the early morning with all of the other commuters to Seattle. At the ferry dock in Seattle, she had another little, old, beater car. Then we'd get in that and take it to the office. It was just so much fun. I loved Seattle so much and felt like such a big, grown-up girl, going to work on the ferry. The ferry!

We took the train up with Amelia for the first time a few weeks after school got out. We only went for a few days but it was such a fun trip. We stayed at the Inn at the Market, which is such a nice, nice hotel with incredible views, literally across the alley from Pike Place Market. This is the hotel that Andy and I have always stayed at when we've visited Seattle together over the past twenty-five years. It's a splurge for us; we don't usually stay in such fancy places right on the water. But it was so worth it, even just to have access to their beautiful rooftop patio. We spent a lot of time out there, watching the sun rise and set, and watching the boats go back and forth (and the planes approach Sea-Tac—that was really cool).

The first day we got to Seattle at around noon and went straight to the Inn and checked in early. Then we went down to the market and had lunch at Lowell's. I had fish and chips and I can't remember what Andy and Amelia had. Then we walked around the market for a long time, and it was insanely crowded—much more crowded than I was expecting. But it was fun, and Amelia loves to go to shops so it was fun to see her enjoying everything there. Eventually we went back up to the hotel and spent the late afternoon-evening on the rooftop deck (and we wound up getting Thai food delivered for dinner). My foot doesn't really do that well on vacation, when I'm out of my routine, so we try to keep it pretty low-key. The next morning, Amelia really wanted to go up in the Space Needle but I didn't want to (I have done it before, but I really don't like heights). So Andy took her up there while I waited down below in the park. Later that day we went to the Seattle Aquarium (we are big fans of the show The Aquariam so it was really fun to be at an actual aquarium [though not the same one] in real life). Our Lyft driver was flabbergasted that we wouldn't just wait until the new aquarium is open to go, but as it wasn't opening that day, we didn't really have the choice and will have to save it for a future visit. It might be open by now. I'm not sure. The next day we took the ferry to Bainbridge Island to go to the yarn store. Again, the ferry was the best. Cities on the water are so cool.

It is just an absolute joy to watch Amelia discover Seattle. We didn't do anything off the beaten path by any means, but that was okay with us. Amelia still talks about Seattle every couple of days and says she's going to live there someday. I am all for that. Andy and I almost chose Seattle over Portland, way back in 1997 when we were deciding where we wanted to move when we left Montana (we're both from Chicago originally, but I went to grad school in Montana and he came with me when he was just my boyfriend). We both love it and love going there. I'd like to take Amelia back to see The Nutcracker at Christmastime, but she has so many of her own Nutcracker performances (she is a Dancing Doll this year, which is the part that she wanted and that she got, so she is thrilled) and rehearsals in December, it gets hard to figure that out! But wouldn't it be fun? I need to think about how to do that.

Andy has a few weeks off starting today and I am so happy. He tends to take some time off around Amelia's birthday, coming up soon, so he is busy crocheting her a space shuttle and making stickers for her birthday-party gift bags and watching Only Murders in the Building with me. Amelia is taking the clarinet this year, and it is seriously loud and it is hard to listen to. He's more musical than I am so he's kind of taking the lead on getting her to practice. It's kind of hard to encourage her to practice when she prefers to practice while standing right next to us. :) 

I hope you are all well! I miss you and hope everyone is safe and sound. My heart is so heavy seeing the news reports from North Carolina—the photos are just staggering, and I am just heartbroken hearing the stories. I wish you all warmth and safety and peace in your world right now, from all of us here, and I send you our love. Thank you for checking in here, and let me know what you are up to!

P.S.: THANK YOU very much to those of you who volunteered to be recipe testers! I WILL take you up on that as soon as I get myself organized. Thank you very much, and I will be in touch!!! XO, a

A Weekend at the Farm comments: 26

Hello! How are you?

Summer is here and I am thrilled. Amelia has three more days of school and then we are FREE. I've never been so happy about the end of the year before in my life!

Andy Paulson turned FIFTY a week or so ago! I spent the week before his birthday making a secret video (which turned out to be over 38 minutes long). I texted all of our friends and family and asked them to make a quick video of themselves saying "happy birthday" to him. Like, everybody. Literally every single person did it. It was epic. Some people were so creative they made entire little movies and wrote original songs! And so many people dropped in little comments in their videos about something very specific to themselves and Andy together. That was so moving to me (let's just say that when I showed Andy the video on his birthday morning I literally wept, sobbing, through the entire thing, ha!). But some people remembered stuff from college, from Missoula, from childhood, just all sorts of inside–Andy Paulson jokes that kept adding up into something just . . . I don't know, but it was pretty spectacular. I am a genius for thinking of this and feel free to steal the idea because it was epic!

The day before his birthday we went for a two-night stay at Dolan Creek Farm. What an enchanted place. From the minute we got there it was so pretty, the weather was so nice, the birds were so vocal, the sunset was so rosy, the breezes so cool. I mean, it was literally magical. The pictures above of Mt. Hood in the distance? Those are taken from the porch of the studio. Just, right from the porch. Where you sit and drink your coffee. And cows come up to the fence to say hello. And swifts swoop across the fields. And bullfrogs call across the pond. Agh. Andy kept saying, "It's just so big! There's so much space here! I'm never in this much space!" Amelia was beside herself with delight, getting to help gather eggs, bring the chickens in, and feed the horse her dinner. On the full day that we were there, I carried a quilt and my little chair to a big tree down by the pond and finished my book (All My Puny Sorrows by Miriam Toews). Birds and bullfrogs kept me company. Andy and Amelia explored the farm and found another hidden pond. They played cards and ran through the fields. At night we barbecued and the owners, Kirk and Chris, started a campfire for us and showed us around the barns and talked to us about the history of the farm and the pumpkin patch they have in the fall and what it was like for their kids to grow up here. (Several nights later, Amelia stayed up way too late listening to music on her iPod and when I came upstairs she said, "Mama, I just listened to a song that reminded me of the farm ["Thank God I'm a Country Boy," which she and Andy had been playing all weekend] and I'm so sad! I want to go back to the farm! I want to go to the farm! Why can't we go for my birthday! [We can, but we can't stay overnight, because they don't let you stay overnight in October because pumpkin patch, etc.]" Anyway, she just utterly melted down, went downstairs to get a drink, came back up with her dad and did the whole thing again, crying true tears. I turned into broken pieces of hay. My god, my darling girl, I would give you a life on a farm if I could. It was my dream when I was a little girl, too, though I've never really mentioned it. Farm Fever is real. I was a bit older than she is but I used to cry myself to sleep I wanted a horse so bad. My parents' garage fell down in a snowstorm when I was ten and they rebuilt a new garage and painted it barn red with white trim and I thought I'd die of longing. No horse in there, just bikes and floaties and tools. Evermore.)

Anyway, it was the first time that we had been off the property at home in almost a year, and my god, it doesn't take much for us Paulsons. Two nights and a day at a farm forty-five minutes away on the backroads and we are REBORN. Ready to tackle these last few weeks of school, make some plans for the summer that involve rivers and trees, text friends to invite them along, hope for our own invitations, etc. Let it be, let it be! Vaccines!!!!!

My electric bicycle has arrived, and though I need to make some modifications to one petal so that I can fit my wonko orthopedic shoe on it safely AND figure out how to lift it into the back of the car (it's so heavy! it's so heavy!), I am further on the road to freedom and reinvention and I need it. Yesterday I saw a video on Instagram of a bunch of people dancing and singing to a band on the road by the reservoir in Mt. Tabor and I've never vicariously related to anything more. If only I had my pedal and could join them! I will get there. I'm meeting a bike guy on Thursday after I visit my friend in her rose garden and . . . just . . . life on earth. It can be so hard and so beautiful.

Much of the soap that Andy and I made six weeks ago and beyond six weeks is now cured, and wrapped, and ready to go! I think I'll have a launch. I've got two new patterns/kits, one a hoopdy and one a cross-stitch that will be ready within days of June 16, which is when all printed patterns get here. We'll have some reissued older kits, too (and just, for the record, this is literally the only time ever that we are reissuing kits — it is happening, and has already happened for some), and we'll have seven kinds of soap, and lotion bars. No, guys, I don't know how I do it either! I'm thinking Monday, June 21, 2021, at 10:00 a.m. PDT. Here's a cool chart that tells you when that is for you!

So, I'm making fish balls for dinner tonight, and this is one of those recipes where you can make almost all of it in the morning and then fry it up at dinner time. And I need more recipes like this, because I am good at things in the morning and I am bad at things in the evening, especially at dinnertime. I recently had my knives sharpened by a mail-in service called Knife Flight and I cannot recommend doing this enough. It is unbelievably great to have nice sharp knives — today I sliced green onions into transparent wafers (not like I have awesome knife skills, but that's how much having a sharp knife will do for you) and chopped up a pound of cod, and it was pure pleasure. I've also cut myself five times just by waving the knife around carelessly and touching it where it used to be dull (the bottom corner edge, hello; the tip, ow). Anyway, it was really perfect timing because I'm trying to cook a lot more. Here is my cake I made over the weekend and other stuff on Instagram, too.

I mean, just look at this. I can't wait to go back either, Amelia. It was just so, so nice.

Weekend Away comments: 36

Aw, helloooooooo out there. I feel like it's been so, so long since I've had time to be here. The holidays are so busy. New Year's always stresses me out. It was my birthday a couple of days ago. My brother-in-law's is today. My mom's is tomorrow. My sister-in-law's is the same day as mine. My other sister-in-law's is in a few days. It just goes onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and on! Andy, Amelia, and I went to Skamania Lodge in the Columbia River Gorge for the weekend. It was really, really nice. It's about an hour east of Portland. We got there on Saturday afternoon and left Tuesday morning. It's a nice place. We splurged on a fancy suite with a fireplace. There isn't a whole lot to do there at this time of year — we took a hike on Sunday and it poured cold rain the entire time. But it was nice. We spent hours and hours in the pool and hot tubs both Sunday and Monday. I think my favorite time was floating around in the outdoor hot tub on Sunday when it was cloudy and rainy and foggy and freezing. It felt like we were in some medieval hot spring. We had it all to ourselves on Monday, literally. We were the only people in the pool all day. It was so weird to just have so much time to do nothing. I clutched a big rubber ball and just floated around aimlessly. Paddled here and there. I thought about my life and the new year and the new decade for me, thought about all the things I am happy about and all of the things I want to change about myself, all the things that worry me, all the things I want to accomplish this year. I never think this way at length but I was thinking this way in the pool. I was making lists in my head. I have so many ideas and things I want to do.

At night, we always turned in early. Andy was fighting a cold. We watched Nickelodeon shows that we never watch and it was a blast. All these kid sit-coms. I laughed out loud at every single one. Mimi stayed up late. We snuggled in the bed. The wind howled outside. It's very windy there and the wind whistled in the fireplace and against the windows. On Tuesday morning, the morning we were to leave, it was basically starting to rain ice and I couldn't see across the river we were in such a cloud . I flipped out and hustled everyone into the car because the weather report seemed to indicate things might get worse. I really did not want to get stuck out there. And honestly, I was ready to get back to regular life. Turns out that right where we were at the lodge was the worst — the road was fine. But I was still ready to go home. We drove back through the gorge through the rain and the pines, listening to Woody Guthrie singing about the Columbia River. Amelia had learned the song at school and we sing it around the house often now. When I asked her if the river was what she expected, she said no: She said she thought it would be "rolling," and made big circles with her hand. It was so adorable. Roll on, Columbia, roll on. When we got home, we found this gorgeous cake that my sister, who had been house- and pet-sitting for us, made for me. I squawked with delight. What a treat. Andy and Mimi went to the grocery store and bought stuff to make individual lasagnas and they spent the afternoon making them. We had such a nice dinner, and such a nice weekend. I feel just beyond blessed in so many ways. Andy and Amelia are literally two of the nicest, sweetest people I have ever met in my life. I love them so much.

Today it's been back to school and work for all of us. When I got home after drop-off, I realized I hadn't been alone in the house for weeks. It was quiet and clean. Luckily I had done a lot of cleaning before I left, and we'd put all our Christmas decorations away. Everything was nice. The studio and office are not nice because we're in the process of reorganizing them. But everything else was nice. I felt my shoulders dropping. I photographed all of the advent calendar treats I just haven't had time to show you yet. It felt good to get a little bit caught up. I made some things I want to put in my web shop next week. I watered my plants. I drank a cup of tea. I ordered a 2019 calendar. Then it was time to go back to school for pick-up, and then ballet, etc. But honestly, I'm so happy to be back in the routine. Hello, January. Here I am.

P.S.: I have done a lot of knitting that I need to photograph and get on Ravelry. But I did finish a little hat for Mimi and it is the Faded Splendor Tam. It actually matches her plaid coat perfectly, but she didn't bring that one on the weekend. All of the yarns I used were various fingering yarns that I dyed myself. This hat is supposed to look like a beret (we were trying to make a hat that looked like the one Annabelle wears in Mary Poppins Returns [which we've seen three times now, and it is awesome] but I think I need to block it on a plate to give it that beret shape. Alas, it's cold here and Amelia doesn't really want to take it off! I'm so pleased by that I can't bear to swipe it from her for the time it would take to block and dry it right now. But I really want to see if it can be a beret! :)

Wind in the Willows comments: 48

Ohhhh, I want to go back. Three days at the river. It was short but felt long, in some ways. You follow the sun, there, moving chairs and blankets to stay in shade or face the river, from morning until dinnertime. The day passes in quiet arc of meals and trips down to the river and trips back up the hill to get out of wet, sandy swimwear and rinse off the sunscreen. Bald eagles circle lazily above. Ducks splash and dive and surface. It's absolutely incredible to be in a place where there are no roads, no cars, no other people. Where there is complete freedom to do whatever you want, for as long as you want, for Amelia to just wander around and find things to do, or not do. For me to be able to hear her wherever she was, even when she was out of my sight, building fairy houses or stacking dominoes or taking a bath. At dusk, the crickets come out and their chirping is the loudest sound around. Each night, after Amelia went to bed, Andy and I sat around eating bowls of cherry ice cream and watching a Christmas movie on Amazon. I don't know why we watched that but it just felt like a vacation thing, and required nothing from us in any way. I read (I did not finish my book, nowhere near) and knit (I ran out of yarn) and none of it bothered me one bit. I spent countless hours just watching the river roll by, and watching the light change, and watching the birds. The air smelled like mud and green things. Amelia saw a snake in the brush — twice — and screamed the house down. Andy pulled her up and down and across the river in her raft, going ashore often to explore, looking for the beaver carcass they found last year, finding a beaver den, finding crayfish claws, gloopy seaweed, snail shells soft as fingernails. Families of ducks flew up and down the river roadway from morning until night, landing with a collective sploosh. We rolled around on quilts on the grass and took long showers. We all slept so late that we missed the mist rising off the river in the mornings. We cooked and ate and let the house get so messy you would've thought ten people were living there instead of just us, just us three. It was just wonderful.

On the way home, we stopped off at Amelia's new school for her first meeting with her new teacher. As the teacher led her around her beautiful new classroom, and introduced her to the class bird, and showed her cursive letters and told her she was going to learn how to write them this year, Andy and I sat off to the side and whispered quietly to each other, talking about the room and the teacher and Amelia and everything, and feeling so full of hope and nervousness and pride and a thousand other emotions I don't know how to name.

One More comments: 49

One more weekend away, squeezing the last golden drops out of summer at our favorite place on the river. It felt slow but it went fast. Crickets sang, ducks floated by. The beds were cozy and the coffee was hot. The mornings were dark and freezing, the afternoons bright and blustery and filled with falling leaves and spinning maple seeds. The river was low. The bees were plentiful. We laid on the quilt and looked up at the sky and listened to the wind in the trees and the birds calling to each other. I didn't get a picture of the bright green bullfrog that sunned himself on a rock right next to me yesterday morning. We both sat watching the river roll by. And what a lovely time it was!

Vacation, Part 3: And Back Again comments: 33

The trip back home is always a little different than the trip out. Tired, bored, ready for familiar food, ready for familiar scenery, and very ready for familiar beds (and showers), I try not to wish for the train to go faster, because once we are home, vacation is officially over. But it was a great trip, and an awesome adventure, and I'm so glad we got to go. Thank you so much for following along! I hope you might be inspired to ride the rails and see this magnificent country of ours for yourself.

Union Station, Chicago, Illinois

Our sleeping car attendant, Stephanie, bringing Amelia a present. (She was our attendant on the way out, and she was amazing.)

Northern Wisconsin

North Dakota

Montana

Kitty cat

Two Medicine River just outside Glacier National Park, Montana

Glacier National Park

Eastern Washington

Columbia River Gorge (almost home)

Vacation, Part 2: Door County comments: 77

Door County, Wisconsin, is a peninsula in eastern Wisconsin that sits between Green Bay and Lake Michigan. It is a very popular vacation destination for Chicagoans, and, as children and young adults, Andy and I both came here with our families in the summer (and both of our mothers grew up vacationing here, as well). There are charming little towns scattered up and down the peninsula, and a beautiful island, called Washington Island, at the northern tip that can only be reached by ferry boat. The area has a strong Scandinavian heritage, and wildflowers, fish boils, and lovely farms seem to be around every bend.

Vacation, Part 1: Getting There comments: 71

Almost two weeks ago (we're home now), Andy, Amelia, and I left for our vacation to visit Andy's family for his parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. We took the train from Portland, Oregon, to Chicago, Illinois, then drove up all together (with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins) to Door County, Wisconsin, to spend a few days in the places of so many of both of our family vacations in the past. We left Portland on a Saturday afternoon at 4:45 p.m. and arrived in Chicago on Monday afternoon, around 2:15 p.m. (So, that's two nights on the train.) We had a wonderful time. Amelia did amazingly well. On the train, I took all of my photos with my iPhone. (If you follow me on Instagram, you saw some of these in real time.) The train, called the Empire Builder, follows a route from Portland (or Seattle — two parts of the train meet up in Spokane, Washington, and go the rest of the way across the country together) through Washington, Idaho, Montana (right through Glacier National Park), North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and northern Illinois to Chicago. (And to those who have asked, we had two Superliner Roomettes, right across from each other.) Here's a chronological photo-log of the first part of our vacation, the train trip from Portland to Chicago.

Would you like to join us?

Portland, Oregon

Columbia River Gorge

Montana

Glacier National Park

East Browning, Montana

Stanley, North Dakota

St. Cloud, Minnesota

St. Paul, Minnesota

Wisconsin

Union Station, Chicago, Illinois

Thanks for riding the rails with us. I'll be back soon with Part 2. :)

Morning Light comments: 744

Near Sandhills Road, Towner, North Dakota; 8:14 a.m., November 17, 2011.

I honestly don't have words to thank every single one of you who has left the sound of your voice (and a piece of your heart) here the past two days (and the past few months, and always). Thank you for your encouragement, your generosity, your frustration, your tears, your prayers for everyone, your endless kindness, and your love. Andy says thank you for telling us not to give up. We both read every single word you shared, and with each one we felt lighter and stronger and more free; we talked about it several times throughout the day, and stayed up in bed late last night talking. Thank you for being here, in this very moment. It is so good to be part of the world all together. Look how beautiful it is!

I have a lot of thoughts about everything but they are all tangled and jumbled around today. It is storming something fierce outside! I have a new coat. My neighbor's awnings are about to blow off. We need candles, and mushrooms, and black elderberry syrup. We have firewood. We have animals sitting on top of us every minute. The leaves will all come off the trees today. I'm back in my window seat by the fireplace, watching winter roll in, making some plans. I have coffee, I have people, I have love, and things to give. This ain't my first rodeo! Back on the horse.

Walk on, girl!

Day at Brookfield Zoo comments: 262

Our childhood zoo. My first time back in twenty years! The same and different, like everything. I miss our animals so, so much.