So 2011.

Hello, my name is Jami and I JUST stumbled upon the source of "put a bird on it." I kept hearing/seeing it, and sort of got the idea, but I always wondered where it came from. But thanks to our lame cable package offering a free month of IFC, and our trusty DVR, the fog has lifted.

The dots are connected. The clouds have parted.
Thank you and good night. 

I Want Candy

I have this weird compulsion to want to bite into jewelry with big bright pretty beads. Glass, acrylic, vintage... it doesn't matter.

 I will pick it up and say, "Oh! I want to EAT it!"

To which any person within earshot will give me a strange look and slowly back away.

"What? Don't you want to eat it?"

"No, I really don't." They say.
Take a peek at some super sweet baubles that I'd love to sink my teeth into...

nest pretty things on Etsy

silver lining decor on Etsy

 

urban peach boutique

Tell me your mouth isn't watering?!
xoxo

Sunday Signage: Max Ehrmann Sums it Up

Source: google.ca via Susie on Pinterest

Can you dig it?

Ok, it's January and completely frigid today so naturally I feel like planting something. Getting dirt under my fingernails. Or even just seeing something green. I decided to blow off a little steam on Pinterest...

Source: bonnietsang.tumblr.com via Jami on Pinterest

Source: mommytoabeautifulfive.tumblr.com via Jami on Pinterest

Source: kellyoshiroevents.com via Jami on Pinterest

If you need me I'll be waiting by the mailbox for the seed catalog.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year from Sweet Baby Dolly! I wish I could report on my resolution(s) for 2013, but I don't really make them. Not because I think I'm already perfect, it's because I think that any minute of any day is the perfect time to resolve. I DO love the idea of a new year, and I CAN tell you that this year will bring many changes for our family, and for my shop.

Ch-ch-chang-es!

However, I can't tell you what those changes are because I don't exactly know yet. But they're-a comin'.

I'm off to knit. Something new. Just... for... you...

xoxo

 

 

Baby Got a Buzzcut

My husband has been saying for months that our little boy needs a buzz. I agreed that he needed a haircut, but I thought shearing his sweet little head was going a bit far. Some baby boys can pull of the full-head-of-hair look. I think it's cute when little boys have long-er-ish hair. I know lots of little dudes who pull it off quite well. Not ours. It waaseither sticking up or falling in his eyes. It was light and fluffy and uneven and he had a big bulk of curl in the back which was beginning to resemble a rat tail. The picture below doesn't do justice.

 

 

He woke up Saturday morning, with his bangs plastered to his forehead by snot (sorry) and I decided it was time. I asked my husband how long the longest setting on our clipper was, and within 60 seconds the little guy was naked and sitting on the bathroom counter with a pile of fishy crackers in front of him (the baby, not the husband!).

I cried the whole time. Like sobbed. I've always thought it was weird when mothers refused to give their babies haircuts, but I will judge no longer. I get it. I was starting to see how different he was going to look, and I was afraid he would look weird, or bald, or creepy.

I was wrong. He's still adorable. Even cuter. We're all even more obesessed with him.

And he likes it when we scratch his head with our fingertips.

In No Particular Order...

Family. Friends. Love.
Marriage. Motherhood.
Employment. Healthcare. Security.
Our warm home. 3 beds. Full bellies.
Baby toes. Freckles. Bearded kisses.
Giggles. Tears. Breath. Heartbeats.
Past experiences. This very moment. Future possibilities.
Coffee. Pizza. Clean water.
Peaceful moments. Stressful moments. Quiet. Noise.
Kitchen dance parties.
Shearling boots. Scarves. Onesies.
Faith. Wonder. Hope.
Healthy bodies. Strong minds.
School busses. Music. Online shopping.
America. Military. Freedom.
Girl power. Cheerios.
Dishwashers. DVR. Books on tape.
Target.
Pie. Peanut Butter. Pinterest.
Yarn.
Perspective.
Not too much. More than enough.

It's a good thing our family doesn't go around the table on Thanksgiving and say what we're thankful for. I'd still be sitting there, and my turkey would be cold.
I can't pick just one. It all adds up. The good, the annoying, the exciting, and boring... it all adds up to our life that is not perfect, but it's just right. I hope you feel the same about yours.
xoxo