Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 

Okay.

Deep breath.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Here is the official-amazing-incredible-awesome-I-can’t-even-believe-that’s-my-name right there cover of the book.

 

CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE IT SAYS KARIANNE WOOD ON THE COVER?

I am literally in love with every last little detail.

And speaking of the book…

….I have an idea.

I’m thinking about putting together a launch team for So Close To Amazing.  I’d send you a book and give you behind-the-scenes access on everything going on and I’d put together a private Facebook group where we could all encourage each other and discuss what we thought of the book and ideas to promote it and we’d just generally hang out and remind ourselves that we all own our little bit of amazing and create a movement and change the world.

Or just drink coffee together.

Whichever comes first.

What do you think?

Are you in?

Oh good.  Me, too.

I’m taking applications now, so if the launch team for So Close to Amazing sounds like something you might be interested in, just e-mail me at thistlewoodfarms@yahoo.com or leave a comment on this post.

Here’s to a little encouragement changing the world. 🙂

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When Did Love Go All 2017?

When Did Love Go All 2017?

 

I guess spring cleaning is a thing because I just spent hours cleaning out the attic.

It wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t on the schedule.

I actually didn’t even realize I was doing it until about half way through when I recruited the rest of the family to form an assembly line.  It started with a box of bandanas and cowboy hats from a long ago birthday party and 47 boxes later…

…you could actually see the attic floor.

In the middle of the clean-up, I heard the twins in the corner of the room giggling.  Giggle after giggle after giggle started and stopped and then started all over again.  I heard one of them read something to the other and then they’d burst into fits of laughter.  Curious, I put down the vacuum cleaner parts I’d been collecting and started walking over to comedy central to see what they’d found.

Suddenly, I heard something that made my heart stop mid-beat.

Wait until you hear this, I heard my daughter say.

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What My Coffee Filter Whispered To Me

What My Coffee Filter Whispered To Me

 

Have you ever seen something on Pinterest and become obsessed and think about it all the time and you knew that you had to create it yourself?

Except.

It wasn’t a DIY.

It was just a picture.

 

So you climbed the craft challenge mountain and tried to create it on your own and it didn’t work the first time so you tried something else and then that kind of worked and then you finally figured it out…

….and emerged victorious and showed that craft who was boss.

Oh, good.

You, too?

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The Day I Wore Frayed High Waters

The Day I Wore Frayed High Waters

 

This Saturday I took 21,000 steps.

It wasn’t that hard.

For every step I took, I took two steps back.

It was a day that nothing went right.  I got lost on the way to the ballgame and yelled at the general population of the car and sunburned the tip of my nose and discovered that wood bees are not your friends and dropped my phone which now has a giant crack in it held together with scotch tape.

And to add insult to injury?

I cut off the bottom of my jeans to make them fray and misjudged the length and now I’m wearing frayed high waters.

*sigh*

Am I the only one?

Just in case you had a rough weekend, too….

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Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 

Random thoughts on a Saturday morning:

1. We lost a baseball game last night.  I heard more of that silent sadness on the way home.

2. The peonies are about to bloom.  They are one of the most beautiful flowers in the universe.  It’s so sad they only stick around for five minutes.

3. Just when I think the roads in Kentucky can’t get any prettier, spring shows up.

4. You will not believe what I found by the side of the road.

A piece of wood that looks like some pilgrims dropped it off.  I’m drying it out and spraying it off and planning the best project ever with it.

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Creating a Vertical Succulent Garden With a DIH Workshop

Creating a Vertical Succulent Garden With a DIH Workshop

 

What is it about succulents that makes us smile?

The tiny leaves?

The different colors?

The layers and layers of texture?

Whatever.  However.  Whyever.

Succulents rule the world….

…especially when you use them to create a project like this.

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Thistlekeeping

Thistlekeeping

 

It was a week of learning about myself.

Do you ever have a week like that?

A week where you discover stuff about yourself that you weren’t even looking for?

We spent the week in Florida for a baseball tournament.  A week of spring break.  A week of family.  A week of and sunshine and warm weather and baseball games and the joy of watching number 11 run home again and again  I brought tons of work and writing and chapters to work on for the next book.

And then?

There wasn’t any internet.

I couldn’t work.  I couldn’t write.  I couldn’t research.  I couldn’t post to this blog (except for the one post that was already written and scheduled).

At first I was frustrated.  And irritated.  And discombobulated.

But you know what?

In the end, it ended up being amazing.

I played more card games that you can count and fixed lunches and read books and listened to stories and took long walks on the beach and soaked in the sun.

And I learned that everyone needs a little break.

Everyone needs a week to run and walk and read and listen…

….and to just be.

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Dance Like No One is Watching

Dance Like No One is Watching

 

I have been watching baseball for most of my grown-up life.

My son started playing right around the time he lost his first tooth and he’s a junior in high school now.

That’s a lot of games.

An extra lot sprinkled with extra innings.

I’ve sat in the pouring rain and the blazing sun.  I’ve huddled underneath blankets, shivering and frozen with a cup of hot chocolate.  I’ve sat in stands you could fry an egg on and sipped sweet tea to stay cool.  I’ve worn shirts proudly printed with the number 11 on them and cheered until you couldn’t hear my voice and waved my hands around like I was on the jumbotron and high-fived anyone in sight.  I’ve sat in the car on long rides home after a loss and listened to the silent sadness of a baseball player covered in red clay and dirt.

But I’ve never danced through the stands.

Ever.

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