I have started using my family as marketing tools.
I realize this is not a new strategy. People have been doing it since the first kid said "Daddy said I could!" to his mother's stern face, hoping she would buy it.
Except I'm not actually trying to get anyone to buy anything. All I'm advertising is this page you're sitting on. This one. Right here. (And all the other ones on my URL.)
Originally I was just going to get myself a shirt that said:
to go with my new pajama pants.
But, that was so much fun, and so easy, and the prices at Cafepress were so reasonable, I didn't stop until I had the whole family decked out. Now Jason has a shirt that says:
And Noah and Jude have matching ones like this:
Jabin's is, of course, the cutest, by right of being the smallest. (Who could resist a baby in a onesie, right?)
Creative or Crass? Wait. Don't answer that.
Happy Monday night, friends. How was your Monday?
It’s been a strange week. And by “strange,” I mean it was like there were an extra six really-high highs and kinda-sucky lows stuffed into it without much of a breather between one or the other. So, for posterity, here are the highlights, and a moment to be grateful, too.
I’m not sure I’m cramming enough exciting things into my week. What do you think?
Have you been having trouble finding yarn to substitute for Knit Picks Wool of the Andes for the Just Plain Gloves or Just Plain Mittens patterns? Do you have trouble substituting yarn in general? Read this.
Today, I had an epiphany. I realized that my idealized state of “balance” and true homeostasis are not the same thing. This is going to change everything…
When it comes to self-makeovers, there is no louder voice about what "should be done" than the one coming from between our ears. And there is nothing wrong with self-reflection and a determination to do something better in the coming year. But there are certain things that we will never be “ready” for until we start doing them.
Mae Renfroe lost her second-eldest son, Clayton, in a quadding accident in April of 2017 at the age of fourteen. Mae and I both hope you will be encouraged by her story.
For many, the holidays can be a difficult time of year. I recently shared a one-minute testimony about how I’ve found peace after our family tragedy, and wanted to share it with you. I hope it blesses you.
This eggnog recipe has converted confirmed eggnog haters. “Liquid ice cream,” someone once called it. And now I have a dairy-free version. (This post includes both.)
When I think back to last December, I can see how very much has happened in my life in the last year, what I’ve accomplished, and how I’ve changed. And I’m grateful.