Weekends in January (so far) look like:
Flipping pancakes for a Saturday breakfast. I love making nearly all baked and breakfast goods from scratch, except gluten-free pancakes. So, this Cup4Cup pancake mix is a big win for us. They taste like real pancakes.
Watching hair tutorial videos for how to curl your hair with a straightener. This one helped me (finally) curl my hair with a straightener! I've watched other videos and just ended up with frustration and straight hair. Finding a reasonable method to curl my own hair in less than an hour is something I've wanted to accomplish for like, 10 years. So yay!
Listening to Andrew Belle. Foggy, gloomy days are perfect for his music. And also, it reminds me of my college barista days and my favorite Greyhouse people
Flipping through my newest favorite Scandinavian book and baking the braided cardamom bread from it. The best.
Going to the post office to mail packages to people I love. This is my favorite errand, for some reason. Packaging items up is a bit stressful to me, but then addressing each parcel it to the recipients, driving to the post office, waiting in line, and sending it off with love is enjoyable. Gosh, I'm sappy, but the experience is kinda fun, ya know?
Wearing grey-on-grey-on-grey. Not quite a sweatsuit, but comfy in a (hopefully less) dumpy way. Right?
Simmering crockpot chicken tacos all day
Winding down this evening with Netflix and Nicholas and knitting
Fall feels like a number of transitions, one right after the other. We are now bridging into late fall, with lots of frost in the mornings, first sightings of bare trees, and darker, cozier evenings at home. Of course, there is talk of Thanksgiving and Christmas on the horizon too, along with early preparations for those. I do tend to be swept by the momentum of this season, if I'm not careful. I'll admit that Christmas music accompanies us throughout the day sometimes, and I've already done most of our shopping, but I do want to be intentional to savor the almost-but-not-yet. To not wish away November and it's baring of trees in favor of the glow of Thanksgiving and Christmastime. There is great beauty and contentment in this month, as well. I don't want to miss it.
We've taken to a regular "cozy hike," as we've termed it. A nearly wooded path, my favorite spot for fall color, a wagon, an eager toddler, a cozy blanket, and snacks. I look for the bright red leaves, since those are a favorite for both of us. And we also look for acorns and pinecones, treasures on the ground.
I'm typically in a rush to wish away the hot days of summer, to exchange them for cozy days, sweater season, cool mornings. I'm an optimist, and that optimism frequently couples itself with being future minded. Constantly looking forward with hope, but also sometimes looking forward with misplaced longing that can inhibit me from being present. But this past weekend, the events of both days were lovely, and being present felt easy and good.