Gifts

Just wanted to share the fun things we gave our mothers for their day.

For my mom:

http://www.toms.com/womens/red-canvas-classics-shoes

For Bonnie:

It's just me modeling the SWEETEST silverware pendant necklace crafted by my super talented neighbor, Katie. 
Bonnie had given me her mother-in-law's set of silver for Christmas a few years ago when we did a 'thrifting gifting' theme.  I use the regular pieces- knives,forks, spoons- but the goofy little knives and spoons just sit in the drawer.  So I got this idea to have some jewelry made.  I ended up getting 3 pendants - one for Bonnie, Heather, and Andrew's aunt Linda (whose mother was the original owner of the set).  I highly recommend Katie to anyone sitting on heirloom silverware. 

My sweet husband and kids brought me to a local country greenhouse and got me some flowers.  I love those dear hearts more than words can say (my family...though I love the flowers, too:)).

Mothers

Some of the most beautiful people in my life are moms. Inside and out, these women radiate the beauty of Christ's love and creation.

Taken during our Mother's Day brunch festivities.  Capturing this was a riot, as you might imagine.  I'd like to draw special attention to my lovely sister-in-law, Heather, holding sweet SariAnn; my incredible mother-in-law, Bonnie; Bonnie's mom, Betty.  [is it sad that Margs was napping during the photo??]

Behold, Carol Kasper.  She is as gracious and gorgeous as she looks.  And there's my sister-in-law (married to my bro, Isaac), Jessica- WHO'S HAVING A BABY!  I said I would post about Isaac and Jessica and their move to MN from DC...and I still will.  I just couldn't hold in the excitement of their Bun any longer!

This photo was taken right after Marg was born.  Also brand new: my little niece, Zarriah (pronounced Zaar-E-uh).  That beauty holding her?  My baby sister, Sally- Z's mum.  My precious sister Anna celebrated her second Mother's Day this year as mom to her studly little Theo.

Grandma Eleanore Kasper, my dad's mama, gave birth to and raised SIXTEEN CHILDREN!  She's an example of strength and survival to me. :) 

A long time comin'

Another long situation for the Toftnesses.  After looking at the pictures of Oliver from the Healthtex installment, I felt bad that I've told him no to cutting his hair for so looooong. Poor little dude...he was starting to look like he had an animal roosting on his melon. It was cute for a while...but that was a while ago. Oops. This is especially unacceptable because I'm a cosmetologist- all the gear I need to chop suey is right here, I don't even have to take him to the nearest Cuttin' Corral.  Maybe I was taking our current study of 1 Peter (in Bible Study Fellowship) a little too literally: "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes.  Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight"  1 Peter 3:3-4.  But as we learned at study, this is referring to what we put the emphasis on.  "People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart"  1 Samuel 16:7.  Hopefully my heart doesn't look like a bad hair day to God.

And here is the Olive now, handsome as heck.

 

I don't know why I would trouble you with a 'before,' but...

M

News from Margot's 6 month checkup: she's healthy and sweet and smart and...she's smaller than Midge (Georgi) was at her age.  That's remarkable.  Miss Myrtle (she looks like a little peeked-nosed turtle when she smiles big-- Myrtle the Turtle, she's often and affectionately called), is in the first percentile for weight and the fourteenth for height.  C'mon, girl. 
When Georgi dropped below the chart around 7 months, our doctor was concerned.  We even brought the mini me down to Children's hospital for some blood work when she was 9 months old.  We also had a gal from the school district come out to see if G needed any special learning assistance.  She checked out fine in both departments (thank you, Jesus), and now that we have another smidgeon of a babe, Dr. Maucieri has concluded, "You just make [and feed your babies] skim milk."  It doesn't make sense...can't Marg have some of this spare tire hanging over my jeans? 
Alas I will have to be more consistent and persistent with the cereal ordeal.  That's what it is- an ordeal.  Mixing the formula to mix with the cereal to mix with Margot's hair and blanket and Bumbo.  Lucky for her, she's cute.

Healthtex: Vintage

 

Vintage-clad Gigi and Olives having rhubarb cake on the deck.  Oliver seems to be loving it.

"I love lamp"

As I implied the other day, I am a garage sale/flee market/thrift store junkie. [Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?] I get giddy when I see a 'sale' sign.  It could just as well say 'adventure'. My cousin Megan and I are like Holms and Wattson or Indiana Jones and Crocodile Dundee (hey, they'd work great together if given the cance!), seeking treasure, mystery, and justice. I've found that wearing a hat aids in the feeling of intrigue and importance. My mother-in-law (who is quite an expert in the 'junking' field, herself), and I went to a Lutheran Church rummage sale last weekend, where we filled the back of her Subaru in short order. I got a floor lamp that isn't kidding (this baby's large and in charge). I didn't need another lamp...I actually need fewer than I have already. I think the obsession with lamps comes from the warmth and variety they add to a room- especially the vintage ones. *Don't worry, I've rewired the most dangerous specimens.  I've dabbled in ceiling fixtures and constructed a pendant in the summer kitchen, where I also have spare lamps chillin'. Quoting (not recommending), Anchor Man-- I LOVE LAMP. Anyway, here is a taste of my collection:

My long-lost-friend.  Andrew and I bought this lamp at a garage sale the summer after we were married, then I traded it to my sister Anna for a table and after eight years of being here and there, it's back in my living room.

From L to R: lamp and shade found seperately at a huge indoor 'event' a few weeks ago in Megan's town of Bemidji, MN; you may recognize that shade from the wrangling I did in Pierz last week, I just popped in on a shadeless lamp I've had in the closet for years (was a rusted brass that I spray painted gray); my squatty little pineapple lamp from a church sale last summer- I spray painted it white and capped it with a burlap shade from Tarjay.

Okay, so I guess both these pieces were bought new, but they were on super sale!  The shade is from Anthropologie.  The lamp is actually from the garage sale of a gal who owns a little boutique.

Lamp- old, from the same place as the gray one earlier.  Shade- new, I recovered it with sheer rosettes and a lot of hot glue.

Lamp- birthday gift from my brother, Isaac and sister-in-law, Jess (from Target, I think).  The shade is from this big creepy store in Dayton, OH called Mendlsons.  It's like a warehouse of old or rejected shelving and clothes and kitchen gadgets and underwear.

Church garage sale last summer.

The loooonggg day

It's actually been a long season.  Not spring (though that's been pretty long and lovely, as well!), but the season our family just came out of- a single engine season.

About a month ago, Andrew's faithful old truck conked out on us.  *sniffle*  Since then we've been looking and test-driving and rationalizing and praying for wisdom.  While waiting for the right vehicle, Andrew needed something hefty for cabinet delivery/tool hauling, so he would borrow his dad's truck or work van.  Other times, when he just had to commute to and from the shop, he rode his good ol' Cannondale road bike or I dropped him off at work or the kids and I were left at home with no wheels.  Well, not NO wheels, there was the wheel barrow, the two lawn mowers, or the fifteen bikes...:)  Needless to say, it's been a humbling experience relying on each other or others for transportation.

But yesterday-- Margs and I went with Anj to the cities to test-drive some cargo vans- yay.  On the way down Andrew got a Charleston Chew and a can of Arizona Tea (two of the longest treats he could find at the gas station), so we started joking about how he was just readying himself for the long van he was going to buy.  After checking out a couple big fat vans north of the cities, but not really feelin' it, we headed south to Savage.  And there she was at MartysAutoMart: an EXTENDED cargo van.  The long day just got longer.  *enter Hallelujah chorus*

Sure, it's the world's biggest block of white on four wheels.  Sure, it's got as many miles as the 626 (together they've banked up a half a million!).  Sure, only 2 of the 4 doors unlock from the outside (Andrew has to crawl in the passenger door or back door if it's locked.  Hehe.)  But it sure was cheap and we sure are grateful to God for ending our lengthy search with such a huge answer to prayer.  Huge.:)

Unrelated to this post, here are a few pictures from last fall to satisfy your photo hunger.  My happy honey with the pumpkins shortly before Margsy was born, and me with the pumpkins on Halloween, 9 days after she was born.