I’m going to make a quilt


I love a good to-do list. The satisfaction of ticking things off and feeling productive.

I’m a big list person and I even do that silly thing of adding things I’ve already done just so I can cross them off and feel better. Yes, yes, I know!

Anyway, top of my list of things I want to do before we pack up and leave is use up my fabric stash. I’ve got big pieces that I bought for projects that never materialised and small scraps leftover from rare bursts of creativity.

So it’s time to put them all together and have a memento of our time in Denver. I was thinking of making one for the kids but that will only end in arguments when they’re old enough to fight about things like that. Instead, it’s going to be our family quilt that will live in whichever living room we find our lives revolving around.

I’m thinking stripes. Here are a few ideas I’m pondering:

stripey quilt

I like the backing on this one from s.o.t.a.k handmade


Mine will probably have a random color scheme like this one from Sarah‘s flickr stash


This one from Film in the Fridge has patches and stripes – too ambitious?!

With Glastonbury to entertain me on TV, I’m going to have a wild and crazy friday night cutting my fabric and planning my stitchery. Rock n roll!


It’s all about perspective

Today I had to do some digging into potential British citizenship routes for the girls.

Why am I only just doing that when we’re planning to move home within a couple of months? Because I didn’t even think about how we would get them into the country as legal little people!

Yes, call me stupid. I’ve called myself stupid many times today. But just as my friend thought it would be ok to take her baby on a plane to Mexico without any kind of ticket because she was traveling on her lap (only to find out otherwise at check-in), until today I hadn’t really thought things through. What a donut!

Anyway, I’ll go into the ins and outs of citizenship in another post. What I want to share today is that just when I was feeling bogged down in red tape, I saw a heart-warming video that snapped me right out of it.

This mum’s smile helps me remember what’s really important in life …. living.





Moving home and moving on

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. And life has changed a little in the last couple of months. We now have a rough idea of when we’ll be moving home to the UK. From Colorado to Cornwall. From mountains to beaches. To the rainy place where granny and grandad live.

Yes, we’re uprooting our outdoor-loving American 3.5 year old (and baby, but she’s happy anywhere, as long as my boobs are available at the end of the day), selling most of our stuff, and moving closer to our family and lifelong friends.

Why Truro? Because even though it’s still 5 hours drive from any of my family, it’s somewhere new. It’s be a new way of life. It’s a step forward instead of a step back. And after living away from our homeland for so long (11 years, give or take a few short stints back to test the water) we need it to feel like progress, rather than slipping back in to where we left.

Are we mad? Possibly. Are we sad? A little bit.

Mr D and I have both found new passions here: him, mountain biking on the incredible network of gorgeous and challenging trails; me, dancing with the most fabulous teacher I could ever imagine having the fortune to find myself living near.

We’ve also got a wonderful circle of friends, super-awesome neighbours and a spacious, gorgeous house and garden. Seriously, when I go to the grocery store (aka supermarket), I always see at least a couple of people I know. Sometimes 5 or 6! We’ve only lived here for 5 years but the sense of community is strong in our area. There are tons of families and so many people have moved here from other places that if you start up a conversation with a stranger, chances are they’ll be happy to talk to someone who could become a potential friend.

I have no idea if there’s going to be there same kind of open-armed and open-hearted feel to Truro. I hope so.

P-nut will be starting school soon after we get there – that should provide plenty of opportunity for mum friends.

Mr D will be getting a job. Hopefully with interesting, welcoming colleagues.

I’m tired just thinking about everything we have to do to make this move happen. And at the moment, I’m only thinking about the to-do list for getting organised side of the world. After the craziness of giving up our life here, we have to start totally new with everything when we arrive. We won’t even have a kettle, let alone a car or a place to live.

I think it’s time to watch some TV and forget about it for the day.

Tomorrow I’ll write a list. A really bloody big one.

Night night x