Friday, 10 April 2015

What Afon Wore | Lemons & Lace

shirt // {Lemons & Lace}
pants // H&M, thrifted from ThredUp
shoes // FootMates

Mischief Maker, indeed.  We wore this outfit to visit some friends Tuesday morning, and our one friends said something like, man, he's like Mr. Attitude and he just doesn't even care, he's so cool.  We get that a lot.  And yeah, it's not as cute when you live with it from day to day!

Despite MM over here, this Lemons & Lace tee has held up pretty well so far.  I'm washing it inside out to be careful, but the t-shirt is American Apparel,* so it's good quality.  Sadly the cute little L&L tag sewn onto the bottom was not sturdy enough to withstand Afon's sensory roughness.  Roan has a matching one in a scoop neck (not a v-neck, which is super cute, but.  Babies!), and his looks good but for a bit of the typical cracking of the screen print that you see on these tees.  Not Afon's though, so go figure!

I'm trying this new thing now, where instead of buying a ton of cheap clothes, I shop small for good quality, wash more often, and take better care of the clothes we have.  I'm liking it so far.  It's easier to keep up with less clothes, with the added benefit that we look pretty polished if and when we go outside of the house.  If we don't, well . . . he pretty much just runs around naked, anyway.  c;

Happy Friday!

P.S.  Don't forget to check out {The Fine Print Shoppe} and {enter the giveaway}!

I was not reimbursed in any way for the review of this product.

*So glad to hear the news about {American Apparel cleaning up it's act with sexual and child exploitation in its marketing}.  Read more about it {here}!  And sign a quick thank you letter to reward decency in companies if you have a moment.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Today




Feeling // Flu-ish, but I believe Roan and I have colds.  We went to the doctor and he has a 99.9ยบ temperature, but his lungs sound clear.  So we are sitting the sweltering (non air-conditioned) bedroom and resting, while Grandmama plays with Afon.

Seeing // Internet shopping for "chewelry," chewing-safe jewelry for teething little ones and children with ASD.  So Afon stops eating his shoes (andeverythingelse).

Smelling // The rosemary essential oil I soak in in the tub for pain relief.  The smell alone relaxes me and eases some of the pain.  Added bonus, the oil leaves my skin feeling softsoftsoft.

Hearing // Loud cicadas and Roan's little sweet moans and soft kicking.

Tasting // Some gluten-free, dairy free comfort food, the awesome Enjoy Life! brand snickerdoodle cookies.

Watching // Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on Netflix.  I can't decide if I like it or not.  It's by Tina Fey and stars the familiar actresses, and sometimes it is funny, while other times it's just vulgar.  Sometimes I'll wade through the vulgarity if the humor is good enough.  30 Rock, as I remember it, wasn't too objectionable.


I'll tell you, though, the opening song is my FAVE now, and I've adopted it as the unofficial theme song to my life.  You know, if my life had a soundtrack.  I should get on that.

Reading // {Call Her Happy}--took me too long to find Jenna, and now I never miss a post!

Loving // These druzy gems from {Wren Jewelry}.

Blogging // I'm in a constant battle with the formatting of my blog(s) due to photo sizing.  I wish there were an easier way to achieve the size I wanted without having to individually re-size each photo.  I thought I had it worked out with "original size."  In my browser, the blog template scales it down to fit the blog width without losing all the detail.  But a friend on Firefox informed me that they were loading waaaaaay too big for her.  So apologies if my photos have been eating your internet.  :/  Not cool.  I'm working on resizing so everybody wins.

Hoping // To get some more things uploaded to {the shop} as soon as I'm feeling better.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Liturgical Lifestyle: February + March


The liturgical year has allured me since I first read a young adult novel set in the middle ages, when the medieval Church saturated daily life.  A few years ago, I made moves to live that lifestyle in a whatever way I could, and I soon found that I was in excellent company.  

I try to keep the feasts and solemnities, even if it's just a little Facebook shout-out or a special meal.  Here are February and March in review:

1  //  Afon's birthday is the day before Saint Valentine's Day, so they are an annually festive 42 hours.  We made some easy crafts and ate chocolates, followed the next day by birthday cake.

2  //  Shrove Tuesday a.k.a. Mardi Gras a.k.a. Pancake Day.  The tradition in the U.K. is to eat tons and tons of pancakes, which are a dessert food over there.

3  //  A bit more grown-up pre-Lent treat: shrimp with a fancy Cajun sauce, recipe from {Carrots for Michaelmas}.  Pair with wine for #delicious.

4  //  I only lasted the first week but thoroughly enjoyed {Abby's} #holylens project for Instagram.  This one's prompt was #follow.

5 & 6  //  Saint Anthony's relics came to our parish, and we were able to pray with him and make the baby a third-class relic.  c;

7  //  Saint Antony #intheflesh.  (It's three layers of his skin.)

8  //  Our little family attended a Saint Patrick's Day parish party.  Irish pride!

9  //  Gluten-free Irish soda bread for the Paddy's feast.  It was a winner!

10  //  My little leprechaun.

11 & 12  //  Waffles for Annunciation Day!  Eating waffles on this feast is a Scandinavian tradition; and since I'm admittedly Scandinavian obsessed, say no more!


13 & 14  //  My littles in their Easter best.


15  //  Easter blooms from Daddy.  Floppy tulips are my fave-fave-favorite!

16  //  Happy Eastertide!  He is risen!

The Easter festivities continue in the Church for quite a while yet.  I'm looking forward to Pentecost (Happy birthday, Holy Mother Church!) and some favorite saints' days.

How do you celebrate the liturgical year?  Is it crazy that I haven't read Kristen Lavransdatter, with my Middle Ages and Norway and liturgical living obsession?  I know, I know, it's on my to-do list!

And don't forget to {enter the giveaway} to win a set of two Fine Art Photo Print Greeting Cards!  More options are coming to the shop soon, so you'll want to get in on it.

{To read more of my thoughts on the alternative lifestyle that is the liturgical year click here!}

Monday, 6 April 2015

Giveaway!! // The Fine Print Shoppe Greeting Cards


We've already had our soft opening, but to celebrate officially my new little Etsy store, {The Fine Print Shoppe}, I'm offering readers and sojourners alike a chance to win two fine art photo gift cards, winners' choice!  Huzzah!  Shipping and handling included, that's a $20 value!

These fine art photographs are high quality, glossy prints fixed with archival glue to brown kraft paper greeting cards.  Blank inside for you to write a personal message for any occasion.  Or frame them for a sophisticated and memorable gift!

Ready to win some?  It's easy.  Click over to {the shop} on Etsy and favorite it; browse, come back, and comment about which two cards you would choose if you won.  Then like Everything to Someone's Facebook page and follow GreenInkling (that's me!) on Instagram!

The giveaway will run for ten days, so there's plenty of time to share with friends.  Enter below.

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Open to U.S. and Canadian residents only.

Sunday, 5 April 2015

14/52 // Pascha


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Afon:  in his Easter best.  He threw four eggs in defiance and was soundly scolded, then had his chocolate taken away.  He was so dejected that I reneged on the chocolate ban.  At which he promptly threw a fifth egg.

Roan:  from Palm Sunday, a week ago; with the windows open, it was damp and a little chilly.  I obviously like to prop him up on the rocking chair in the morning.

We made it in time for Easter Mass this morning and had a pew seat in the crowded church!  The effort wore me out, so while the rest of the family took Afon to visit some friends in Orlando and swim at their pool, Roan and I stayed home and napped.  We had a lot of invitations today, but I've committed to pace myself.  The concept of the {spoonie} is true to form in this context.  I really do have to measure how much I can give and what I will do with it from day to day.  I find that even though I don't like to turn down invitations and miss out on gatherings, I'm calmer and therefore happier when I am more rested.

Easter Mass was beautiful; the priest and deacon wore vestments decorated with angels adoring the Host, spun in gold thread.  Tall lilies framed the altar, and the incense took our prayers in clouds high up to the ceiling.  Roan was docile and smiling, talking to angels of his own, and soothing himself into a sweet sleep.

After Mass, I hid Easter eggs in the garden and helped Afon find them.  He cooperated with minimal enthusiasm, but I wanted to introduce the concept to him for next year.  Now I am eating GF, dairy-free chocolate chip cookies, following the paschal festivities on Instagram, and binge watching The Big Bang Theory.

He is risen!  Alleluia!

Saturday, 4 April 2015

tl;dr March


Linking up with {Call Her Happy} on these twilight hours between Lent and Easter.  This is a great idea, and really grounding for me to stop and look over what I've written and where I've been over the past month before diving into the next.  I've got tons of ideas for spring, but I'll save my someday-maybe topic list for another day.

Here is what you've missed around the blog if you haven't been here in a while:


Plus tons more daily stuff on the Instagram, so follow me at GreenInkling or check out the Insta feed on the right.

Last but not least, I opened an Etsy shop selling some of my fine art photography prints on greeting cards, so they're ready for framing or to mail to a friend.  Visit the {Fine Print Shoppe} and consider supporting my small family or stick around for an Easter Week giveaway.

Thanks for journeying with me through March!

Thursday, 2 April 2015

Last Year's Holy Thursday







These photos are from {last year's Sedar meal}.  Last year, little to our knowledge, we weren't yet complete without Roan.  A blessed Easter Triduum to all.

My Flesh is food indeed and my Blood is drink indeed.

Monday, 30 March 2015

This Child








His face is looking very full right now, even though his legs and body seem to have gotten longer. He fills out before he fills up, so I know that right before a growth spur the will look very solid and husky.

I mentioned something briefly before about him being diagnosed with ASD (autism) in November.  It's been a long, complex road, often thrown into doubt.  He met all his milestones as a baby and was always affectionate and interactive.  His speech seemed to be developing, and though he was mostly mute by the age of three, I'd heard from a lot of parents that boys his age don't start talking until 3 or even 4 years of age.  Same with potty training.

Despite all of this, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off.  It came and went, of course.  Some days, I was soothed by the day care providers at the day care we both attended (he to school, me to work).  They would shake their heads and tell me nothing was wrong with him and not to worry so much; that he would develop in his own time; I even got the occasional impression from certain people that I wasn't being a very supportive mother by just assuming something could possibly be wrong with him; as if I weren't "accepting" him for who he was and that thinking some things about him were "off" made me a bad(ish) parent.

Hands down, the most destructive thing for us were the people who, meaning well, told us definiteively there was nothing wrong with him.  Because with autism, early intervention is so, so important.

It's hard to explain exactly what was off about Afon.  It was normal things, but things that were pushed to the extreme of normal.  Like, he colored on the walls.  Okay, so do lots of children.  But I mean, he.  Colored.  On.  The.  Walls.  It was a constant thing, day and night, coloring on furniture, clothing, body, cabinets, floor, blankets, windows.  And no amount of correction or chastisement dissuaded him.  Or his bull-headedness about getting into things.  It was a constant intervention for me to keep him from breaking things.  And as you can imagine, it's hard to keep a 24 hour surveillance on a curious toddler, and I was pretty darn savvy about household safety.  Locks on the doors, cabinets, drawers, and refrigerator.  But he still managed, and he was never gentle.  It's like he didn't know how to handle objects appropriately.  At all.

There were a whole handful of things I'm probably forgetting that, by themselves, are just quirks and normal kid things--but altogether, paired with the genes of a parent diagnosed with Asperger's making inheritance a strong possibility, and an increase in uncontrollable behavior (pulling off diapers and using the toilet wherever he stood in the house, refusal to wear clothes without total meltdowns, and spontaneously ripping pages from books he had contentedly been reading moments earlier), we knew we had to get help.


So I talked to the doctor, but we are on government health insurance, and that always takes a long time.  It's like, their thing.  So my grandmother offered to pay for us to go to a private psychiatrist, a pretty, friendly woman who has been in the field of autism for 25 years.  Needless to say, she nailed him as ASD, after a thorough and comprehensive three-stage evaluation.

With an official diagnosis, we've been able to pursue therapy and treatment, but it doesn't happen overnight.  All of this happened right on the cusp of Christmas, and you know that government offices don't function well normally.  There was a lot of e-mailing back and forth, calling and leaving voice messages, waiting out the weekend because of course we weren't contacted until Friday, trying to find missing paperwork, etc.

As we speak, we've fallen into a therapy black hole; the places that take Medicaid are not currently accepting any new clients and/or are impossible to get hold of (think, number disconnected or voice mailbox full).  But he has been approved by the county, so we know we will be able to put him into a special needs class, as soon as that paperwork (finally) goes through.

And you know, he is improving, on his own.  It just probably would have saved us a lot of frustration if we had chased after these doubts head on to begin with.

If you think your child might have autism, or have any concern for him in any way, don't hesitate to get him checked.  In the end, you are your child's parent, and you know what is best for him, no one else.  Don't underestimate the power of instinct, nor the peace that comes with knowing for sure.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

13/52


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Afon:  On the last chilly morning of spring, he poses for me in front of the door.  He knows by now what it means when I say, "Mama take a picture.  Go stand over there so Mama can take a picture."  Otherwise, it is extremely difficult to capture him on camera.  He has a knack for keeping his face down and away at all times.  (I have no idea what he's pointing at, and he did not care to verbalize.)

Roan:  Perched in the rocking chair upon "official" morning waking, when he is in his best mood.


Friday, 27 March 2015

Old at the age of 29

I was officially diagnosed on Monday with {fibromyalgia}.  I can't say I'm surprised, but at the same time . . . it is so alien to think of myself in terms of being ill.  I.  Have.  Fibromyalgia.  I have a chronic illness.  It will never go away, and I will have it for the rest of my life.  I am one of those people you read about in magazines or inspirational lifestyle blogs or who get interviewed on Oprah.


I am old at the age of 29.

At the same time, I don't really believe it.  I'm just sick?  For no reason?  How can I just accept this?  I have two children who need me, one who has autism.  I have so much I want to do and too much to offer.  Why would God make someone with all these potentialities and then hold her back?

Then I think, I should come to terms with the fact my life is going to have to be different than I always hoped it would be.  That I'll have to turn down trips and visits and experiences.  That I'll have to let go of hobbies and vocational aspirations.  It's humbling; and it is good for me to practice surrendering to God's will.  But--


But.

I don't want to lie down and take it first without a fight.  I have to be sure, otherwise what am I giving up?  If it turned out that there was a misdiagnosis, or that I could have done something to ease my symptoms or put them into remission, why would't I attempt that?  That's just asking to grow a secret garden of regret.

So what is the next step?


It's going to be a slow process.  Hours, weeks of logged research, money spent on books and food, and the emotional strain of going after doctors and putting myself out there for ridicule and criticism. It's overwhelming, to say the least.  There's tons of information out there; I'll have to sift through what is genuine and what is fad, what is right for me versus right for other people.  Not looking forward to that.

Here's where I'm starting:


As you can see, an already intimidating list.  I don't even know where to begin.  Advice?

'Cause I'm too young to feel this old.

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

#5Faves: Embroidery

Looking and loving and not having the time.  Someday.  I've never done more than a little cross stitch here and there, but this medieval type art has my name all over it.  Brought to my attention by people like {Jenna} and {Molly}.  Here are my five someday favorites:


1 // Dala Horse by {Lovahandmade}
2 // The Little Prince by {WilsonHomecrafts}
3 // Butterfly Girl by {Taetia}
4 // embroidered dolls by {charlottelyons}
5 // Three girls in hats by {LiliPopo}

Linking up with Jenna of Call Her Happy for {Five Favorites}.

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Coming Soon // etsy!

I'm opening at etsy shop to sell fine art photography prints on greeting cards.  This is something I've thought of doing for several years now, locally, but it made me weary to think of going around and supplying the mom and pop stores individually with stock, convincing them to sell, and restocking regularly.

So, etsy.

Setting up takes a while, though, and I have to have reliable internet for a reasonable length of time to do so.

I'll definitely be giving some away on the blog, though, so keep me bookmarked and check back every couple of days to win a freebie.

And tell your friends!  Kthxbai.

Sunday, 22 March 2015

12/52


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Roan:  Saint Patrick's Day, I found a delectible leprechaun in the grass with a shamrock tucked behind his ear.

Afon:  Looking smart after Sunday Mass.  His hair is growing out into curls again, for which I am very glad; but the bright blonde is darkening irreversibly.

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Bored to Death

A Review of Disney's Maleficent


This review was {originally posted} on my fairy tale blog, {Spinning Straw into Gold}, on June 12, 2014. With the release of Cinderalla, I thought it appropriate to share it here, especially after {Haley's review} and {Kendra's adept comparison} of the two.  If you have some things to add about Maleficent, stay tuned, because a round table discussion on it is forthcoming on SSiG.

The first thing I do after watching a movie is to head over to Rotten Tomatoes to peruse the film reviews by proper critics.  The second thing I do, if it is a fairy tale movie, is to hit up all my fairy tale blog peeps for a more balanced perspective.  Sadly, my colleagues have been rather silent on the matter, with a few exceptions, so I suppose I ought to help get the ball rolling.

{source}
Before we go on, let us first note:  Here there be spoilers.

We've been hearing about Maleficent for years, but in the end my experience of the film can be summed up in one word: bored.  I don't know if I'm the best judge of entertainment, since I have a peculiar and finicky taste, but from the opening voice-over to the ending credits, I found little to hold my attention.  If it had not been for the pretty costuming and talented actresses, I might have lost interest entirely.  It was just all very tepid, underneath the fancy CG.  I didn't feel there was much at stake.  Maleficent lost her wings, and her love, but she was good and happy before she met Stefan and during his absence.  If she could walk into the castle to curse a baby, surely she could have retrieved her wings while she was at it.  Even the curse is tamed to a sleep-like death, without a desperate, last minute intervention from a good fairy.

"Mom, is that you?", {source}

The supporting characters are boiled down to their lowest common denominators, becoming tedious distractions rather than tools to help the story along.  Certainly not characters in their own rights, with complexities and inner goings-on.  

Stefan  is a kind of caricature born out of the necessity for a villain, and his motivation is weak.  The filmmakers need to give us a little bit more to work with if they want us to meet them in the middle; it's hard enough to believe that a kind boy, who would throw away his iron ring because it hurt a magical creature he only just met, would then become so heartlessly ambitious so as to turn around and try to kill the same creature, someone he cared for enough to have spent time growing up with her.

The pet raven is given a speaking voice by occasionally taking the form of a human but still doesn't have much to say.

In the end, Maleficent and Aurora alone are given room for growth and exploration, while the other characters and plot developments move around like props.  But even poor Aurora's character is charming and bland.  Her greatest moment is when she speaks out to the witch hiding in the shadows and does not recoil from her.  Not much of a monumental and memorable game-changer.

For me, the most engaging moment of the whole movie was when Maleficent stands over the sleeping Aurora and wills her curse undone, only to have it thrown back in her face.  And I credit all that to Ms. Jolie's powerful acting.  (Also done well in the moment she realizes her wings have been taken from her.  Maybe a tad melodramatic, but so wrenching and real that it made me hurt for her!)

{Adam of Fairy Tale Fandom} writes,

[Maleficent is] about two people and how their hearts become darkened by ambition, anger, bitterness and revenge. It’s also about how one of them starts to regain some light through exposure to someone who is good and innocent.

and I think he's absolutely right.  But I feel like the key relationship, between Maleficent and Aurora, is not given any time to develop, what between Maleficent watching her in her sleep and Aurora playing in the Moors with the magical creatures which are all show and no soul--the eeriness of Faerie is lost in this film, and I'd like to think I've cultivated a good radar for it.  In Brave, for instance, that otherworldliness remains intact.  It's hard for me to suspend disbelief and get behind Aurora's running away to the magical Moors forever, when it's just.  So.  Boring.

laughing and twirling and playing with magical creatures can only entertain me for so long
{source}

Besides that, there were a lot of other little frustrations.  How did the writers choose which elements of their original movie to keep?  When does one draw the line?

"We won't have Maleficent turn into a dragon, but we still need a dragon, so we'll have someone else be it."

Or, "there's no need for thorns around the castle, but it's such a major element to the original, so we'll have thorns protecting Faerie instead."

Even the spinning wheel is chosen because Maleficent happens to see it when placing the curse.  I much prefer the mystery of not knowing to that.  Why would a benign fairy even be named Maleficent, for that matter?  I hoped it would be a name she took on, as she did her new staff and cloak.  But apparently her parents had a strange sense of humor, or else didn't have {a dictionary} on hand at her christening.

irrelevent but still interesting, source

When I was a little girl, I lived and breathed Sleeping Beauty.  It was my absolute favorite Disney movie.  I wanted to be Aurora/Briar Rose.  And I never wanted or needed an explanation for the, well, maleficence of Maleficent.

While I'm all for revisionist re-imaginings and villainous back stories, I worry this new trend is overlooking an important aspect of fairy tales: the fact that there is evil and ugliness in the world, just as there is hope and unspeakable beauty.  To try to reason away these things (or, as the case may be, relegate them to a bland, mortal antagonist) steals a little bit of their wonder, and it robs us of one of the great consolations of fairy tales.  Whatever the reasons may be for them, dragons exist, and so do wicked fairies.  Yet there is always hope: a low door in the wall, a maiden's tears; a magic circle, a fairy godmother; a hole in the spell, one last gift-bearer overlooked and forgotten.  The bad is not absolute, though it may seem impenetrable as a wall of thorns.

And even death becomes only sleep in the end.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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