I just wanted to post a quick heartfelt note to say how much I’m looking forward to calm summer days.
Usually spring is my favorite time, but oh, I do love fall… and of course winter has it’s charm too, but this year it’s summer that I’m longing for. I think because it represents a time that I’m so desperately needing. A break. Pretty much all of last year, and all of this spring, have been non stop, go, go, go. I don’t want to complain, because I’m lucky to be involved in so many wonderful things and I choose to do it, but I do need a break and just a little time to reflect, and nap, and swim, and patio dinners with friends and family, and watch movies with the husband, and do projects around my house. I miss those things. Lately it’s wake up, shower, drink a quick smoothie, work on my weather&noise business for a few hours (screen print, store orders, etsy orders, etc), then head to the shop (which again, I LOVE!), work till either 6 or 8, depending on the day, go home, do homework for my classes, attempt to do laundry and clean for a few minutes before I fall asleep. And repeat day after day since November. I’m off on Sundays and Mondays, but every Sunday holds some sort of meeting or event and Monday is when I try to catch up on the homework that I didn’t get completed during the week, which usually ends up being about 6-8 hours worth. And then there’s my favorite Monday activity, crochet night with some of my favorite ladies. That time is kind of my solace every week.. the only time when I get to just sit, and do something I enjoy, and drink coffee for a few hours and know that nothing else needs to happen then. And that’s kind of how I’m going to look at my summer. I’ve now completed my last final for the semester and I won’t be enrolling in summer classes this year. I have said no to a number of opportunities for collaborations and projects over the summer because I’m taking this summer for me. This will (hopefully!) be the last summer I have with Thom as just our little 2 person family, and I want to soak up all of this time to remember forever. I want to have picnics, and go to the movies, and on fancy dates, and make lemonade, take Tucker to the dog park, have long conversations with friends on our patio, and do some of those kinds of things that have kind of fallen aside in importance because of our hectic schedules. Also, I want to cook more. And grow some things. And finish a whole bunch of unfinished projects, both around my house, and little crafty things that I’ve started for ME, not for business. These are all things that will keep me busy, but in a rewarding way.
When I was a kid, summer was always special. I spent most of my summers with my grandparents. Both sets. Sometimes at the lake sewing and painting and baking with my grandma. I miss her sugar cookies.. nobody else makes them the same way. She taught me to sew. I treasure those moments in her sewing room. She had this gigantic spinning thing with tons of drawers and while she would sew summer dresses for me and let me pick out fabrics and trim, I’d pour out the buttons and categorize and sort them into different arrangements. I spent hours on that floor watching her and being amazed at her ability to make anything on with just fabric and her sewing machine. I do hope I end up with a little girl one day that can wear all of those dresses I saved that were handmade with so much love by her. And then there was making birdhouses with my Poppy. And getting my hair curled, oh how my sweet grandma Fran loved to curl my hair into ringlets. And paint my nails. And lather me up in Avon Skin So Soft and take me out to catch butterflies in the butterfly net we made together. Every time I smell that stuff I think of her. I would usually just catch grasshoppers and was pretty terrified of them, but she’d get them out of my net and drive me up and down the hills in their golf cart, letting me swish and swoop with that silly little net until my heart was content. It sounds like a picturesque and made up childhood, but that’s exactly how it was.. dreamy and perfect and I wouldn’t change a thing about those days, I just would have made them last forever.
And with my grandparents in Tulsa, we’d go to Big Splash for senior aerobics, bright and early in the morning, and I’d get to swim around the wave pool with the waves turned off and I’d scavenge for change, and jewelry, and keys, and all the other random things that people lost in those big dramatic waves. It was such a fun happy, (and strange!) memory because it was like a daily treasure hunt. Then we’d spend hours at the library. I’d always pick out a huge stack of books to take home and my grandpa would always grumble about having to carry so many. We’d go back to their house and I’d sit outside under their big magnolia tree and read and read. And I had my summer friends, three sisters that lived next to my grandparents. I remember spending days, maybe weeks, working on a huge strawberry shortcake latchhook piece with them in my grandparents driveway. On Fridays we’d set up my grandma’s booth at the Tulsa Flea Market. She had an antique business called “The Little Black Pump”, named after an antique water pump that she treasured. I definitely get my business sense from her. I *loved* helping unpack and display her antiques at her booth each week. Every Thursday was “hair day” for my grandma and we’d all walk over to the beauty shop. Carol, the lady who had done my grandma’s hair for basically my whole life would always braid my hair, or do something silly to it and let me sit under the big dryers next to my grandma, reading smutty gossip magazines and thinking I was such a grown up.
And now I am a grown up. And my grown up life has taken over a bit too much and I’ve decided that I want one last kid summer. And I haven’t given up on all commitments. I’m still of course going to be running the shop, but might actually consider hiring a part time helper to work some of the evenings/weekends. And I’ll be teaching a class at Youth Services with the teens every Tuesday night. Oh, and I’m organizing the vendors at Free Tulsa in July. And organizing Swap O Rama Rama at Philbrook in July. And planning Indie Emporium. And having our sweet 7 year old nephew come stay with us for 2 weeks. And this weekend I’ll be a bridesmaid in one of my favorite lady’s wedding. Things will be busy, but I’m vowing to be better at balancing it with time for myself, and time to just enjoy and savor those sweet summer days and warm sunshine rather than just avoid the heat between tasks and to do lists.