Author: helica

rhythm and memories #fmfparty


If there is anything that we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves – Carl Jung.

I’m sitting in a coffee house. On a Friday. With my laptop, a book, and no one needs me. Sounds like it’s time for the #FMFParty to begin 🙂



My life’s rhythm has changed once again. No longer filled with steady beats, but more staccato and high pitched melodies. She sings behind, in front, around me, and sometimes it’s lovely and sometime’s it’s not. I have less demands and more. I help less and instruct more. Most days our rhythm is mellow, frantic beats if something needs to get done, then smooth melodies at the end of the day.

I love this crazy life I’ve chosen. I love it. I was reminded today by my mother, ever so wise, to not find my value in the monetary amount I make per hour but to remind myself that this less than perfect option allows me to live the life I want.

I want to be around her, though sometimes she drives me crazy. I want to see all of the little details that she does. Appreciate the noises she makes and hears. “Listen! Look! Mooooooom!” Yes. This rhythm and melody, I have chosen.

And it’s going to change again soon. No more sitting and working with the constant chatter of gibberish and wild stories about abamdaloons with hizawhatnots. It’ll be homework and bedtime and weekends. So, as I fight to find the beauty in the chaos, I am reminded that the rhythm we have is everything I’ve always wanted. It’s everything I need it to be. And it’s going to be the best part of my memories. 


it’s Friday! which means it’s time to …

Backyard Noises

Join the #FMFParty!!!

As I am working on designs and collection pieces, I will be blogging less and working more. Arguably, blogging is working and vice versa, but for this gal, Fridays will be the sure fire without a doubt blog posting day 🙂 Anything else that comes up in my travels, daily life, or tipsy topsy mind might make it as a post on occasion, as well.

Onward and upward.



I am not a good listener. So so so sad about that. But I have been working on improving. Truly and honestly.

Around here these days are some sounds that make me happier than I’ve ever been. And some are sad, making me stare up at the ceiling at night, unable to sleep and wondering what wrong turn I made on this wonderful journey of motherhood.

(Side note: I should not have put the stopwatch timer next to me. Unnerving!)

So today I decided to brave the heat and step outside to see what I heard. And it was amazing! I heard the birds singing in the tress, the scrunching of the grass beneath my feet – which were burning by the time I took my fifth step on the concrete, haha. I heard a soft breeze in the trees. And I stepped back into the house to hear the sweetest sound EVER! My sweet E laughing. The queen of belly laughs always makes my list of Top 100 anything, including Top 10 reasons to run from and to the house. <Insert belly laugh>

So, I guess what I need is to listen MORE. Talk way way way way way less, and enjoy a moment of silence every now and again. How about you?  Do you wish I would take less time talking? HAHAHA. Of course you do! So. There. 🙂



I know what it’s like to FALL


I haven’t posted in a while.

So, it’s funny that today’s word for #FMF would be FALL. It’s something I excel in. I could win awards, outshine all of you, I’m sure, and still not be done doing it. I’m that good!


I don’t know if you’ve ever done this, but you know how imperfections in the sidewalk sometimes lead to little hiccups with your walking pattern? Well, do you ever look around after you trip up? Wonder if anyone noticed? Cause I did. And I do. Ha!

Lately, though, it feels more like I’m destined to not only fall, but fail. Though they aren’t the same, they are pretty good buddies, preceding each other. Like the openers at a concert. The ones that let you know what’s coming, song wise, because they were specifically picked by the band to present their genre. But I digress.

Falling and failing are not things I strive to do. Does anyone? But I find myself today, at this very moment, clearly facing a decision. I have been in like a wash and repeat cycle with these two lately. What to do AFTER?

Still in progress.