It was a summer day and we’ve been out of school long enough that we’re bored. I’m old enough to have moved my room into the unfinished basement – probably 13 or 14. I have walls but my ceiling is open beams from the floor above me.
My sister, 18 months younger than me, has a friend over. They’re bored. They are running between the basement and then the upstairs. I can hear them near my door, and then pattering off. I figure they are in the storage room across the hall, or in the closet adjacent to my room. But I don’t know what they are doing and I don’t really care. I’m just doing my own thing. Continue reading
You may have noticed that I’ve kind of dropped off the face of the blog. Six months ago I brought my first little into the world. I have debated what that means for leave it to Joy. If you have any littles you understand me when I say that I have considerably less time for my DIY content. My knitting is SLOW! and most of the sewing I do now is to mend things instead of starting something from scratch.
I never really thought about making journaling the primary content on my blog, I think my life is too normal for that. Even though your journal posts are some of my favourites to read. I did think about transitioning to a mommy blog but I’m not sure about that, considering my most popular posts are my DIY furniture. Ah the agony. And I’m a first time mom, I don’t know what I’m doing?! Most days if my little is alive and fed I feel like I’m winning. But maybe that is what it’s about, the journey.
Even this post I’ve rewritten it several times and I’m still not sure about it. Why would someone enjoy reading this? It’s not funny, or encouraging, at best it’s somewhat relatable.
Oh Change, I know you’re good – but I hate you sometimes.
I’ve been married for a year now and my dad is still sending me Valentine’s Day flowers (or in this instance, a GC to a grocer to go buy some flowers). I’d been with my husband for 4.5 years already and each year it got a little weirder and weirder as my dad continued to send me flowers on V-Day. I always thought when we got married he’d stop sending them, but I have officially been proven wrong.
My dad was always fair, too fair. As a child my sister and I always got the same presents. Even on each other’s birthdays. Family relatives were told the if they wanted to buy one of us a birthday gift that they were also to buy the other sister the same gift. Kinda crazy right?
At Christmas we had to open presents together, because we were both getting the same thing. 2 boxes, same toy inside. It’s a good thing we’re both girls – or it could have gotten interesting. As you can imagine as we got older we stopped being okay with the same gifts – our interests were no longer in the same stream of toys. But my Dad insisted in fairness. If my sister’s gift was even slightly more expensive than mine I would receive a cheque for the difference. Oh, and here’s $10 dollars for the difference.