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Lately I find myself browsing Etsy more and more. I’m longing for the handmade, the special, the unique and Etsy is where I can find it. But even there a lot of the things look the same, or very similar, and I find myself once more trying to find the unique and the special amidst all these handmade pieces. It sometimes feels overwhelming and I have to step away and withdraw from the on flux of materials and colors, but sometimes if I persevere I can find my way to gems like This Enchanted Pixie. I love this collection of handmade pieces – they’re full of whimsy and a free spirited feeling. This necklace makes me think of walking on the beach on a cool day and hearing the waves crash, while this one makes me remember strolling down the side streets of Paris with a macaron in hand. These treasures are why I always make my way back to Etsy, like a friend full of inspiration, it’s always there.
Bright colors are so hot for winter. They’re no longer reserved just for Spring and Summer, and I’m so thankful because, as you can tell, I can’t resist a bold splash of color in the middle of a grey and cold February. I think what I like most about it is that it’s unexpected. Not many expect to see such bright colors especially in downtown Toronto in a business district. I know I turned a few heads because of that, but hopefully I brought at least a smile to one.
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| Can you tell I was very impressed with Husband’s witty banter? |
Here’s what I’m thankful for:
& loves it! She’s a bit of a diva, but is also very sweet
& quite artsy. And hilarious! She comes out with the strangest things! She loves sugar, the color pink and anything that sparkles…She is definitely a free-spirit and keeps us on
our toes! My son Memphis is 6 years old, very bright, charming, funny… and has very recently been diagnosed with ADHD… this is where my journey through motherhood took a turn I hadn’t expected it to…
Are you a Mama with a story to tell?
Send in your submission to joanna.haughton@hotmail.com.
Hi, I’m Liz. I blog over at, The Blue Eyed Owl, about all things vintage, handmade and my life as mom, wife and indie business owner. Since my blog is more business centered I have yet to tell the story of my journey to motherhood with any of my readers. It was very therapeutic to write about this and I have a feeling I’ll be sharing more of my life on my blog as a result. Here is my story…
I was smart, in AP and honors classes, but I far from reached my potential. I “Cliff Notes’d” my way through those classes and was the Queen of BS essays. By some miracle, I managed to graduate with honors and a scholastic diploma and was accepted to every university I applied to. I chose Arizona State. It was close to home. I wanted a new beginning, but was terrified to leave my comfort zone.
The summer before I started at ASU, I was introduced to a boy who would end up being the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. He had a cool car, cool friends and was a master manipulator. I was hooked. He had never had a girlfriend before. I thought I was special. It turns out I was just the only girl who had ever fallen for his act. I was putty in his hands.
To this day I don’t understand how I stayed with someone so emotionally abusive, controlling, jealous, and terrifying. My friends tried to talk sense into me. They went to my parents and asked them to forbid me from seeing him. My parents knew better. I was 18 and I was rebelling and had blinders on when it came to this boy. They needed to stay close, so they could protect me. I cried more tears my freshman year of college than I had my whole life prior. I drowned my sorrows and escaped with alcohol and partying. I was on a fast track to nowhere. I should have been in jail or even dead. It was the darkest time in my life and there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
In the fall of my sophomore year, I found out I was pregnant. The boy accused me of cheating and said it wasn’t his. He left and went out with his friends and didn’t come back for days. I was on my own.
On July 15, 2004 my Bailey was born. She almost died. God still wasn’t sure if I deserved her. Her heart stopped, and she was ripped from me via emergency c-section. The prayers that came from that OR and that waiting room convinced Him. This child was needed more on Earth than in Heaven.
Bailey was raised by a village. I went back to school a month after my c-section with a handicapped parking pass and a breast pump. Grandmas, grandpas, aunts, and friends gave Bailey more love than any traditional family could have. It turned out she didn’t only save me, but my whole family.
For 18 months I didn’t even consider another relationship. It wasn’t until I was okay with myself that I could even fathom it. One day I realized, I was a great person. I was proud of myself for the first time of my life. This child made me see that I deserved to be happy.
Enter…the man. I met Matt when Bailey was two. I’ll spare you the details but trust me when I say he is OUR soul mate. I was so worried that Bailey would never have a “real” family. She has so much more.
Are you a Mama with a story to tell?
Send in your submission to joanna.haughton@hotail.com.
Games night with friends is possibly one of my favorite things to do. You’ve got a trifecta of fun – good people, good activity, and good food. We played Twilight Imperium – a game that takes upwards of one hour per player – so this game would’ve taken over five hours to play except that since we started late I had to leave and we had to end before it was finished. But it was still a great night except for one thing. Halfway through I started having stomach troubles – I didn’t know it then but I had been poisoned by the salad I had bought and eaten just before the start of the game.
That night and the following day were not at all fun to say the least. It was a different trifecta, but let’s not go there shall we?
Hope you had a great weekend!








































