by Laura Yurs
“Tell me about yourself.” My whole life I never know what to say to that statement. I usually stammer, “I…I….” and look down at the floor. Then I mutter, “uh, well….” and then I feel it coming on…heat rising to my face….blushing ensues. My mind goes completely blank and I can barely remember my name. I’m an introvert through and through. “Still waters run deep.” This describes my mind perfectly. One of the reasons I said yes to the O+U ladies was that I knew it would push me WAY BEYOND my comfort level and that’s exactly where I needed to go.
This month we’re talking ME, ME, ME. Like most of these posts, I’ve avoided it until the last minute because it scares the hell out of me. “Tell me about yourself.” I’ve been stammering and staring at the floor for days. Yesterday, I pulled out the camera and started shooting randomly around the house and, thus, I’m giving you a random assortment of things about me. Don’t judge. Or rather, do! I don’t care. That’s something new for me. I’m an incredibly sensitive soul. However, the last couple of weeks I’ve noticed a shift deep within my core. I’m still a sensitive soul…I’ll go to my grave a sensitive soul, but I don’t care so much about being judged. If you need to criticize to feel better about yourself, go right ahead. No matter. These days I’m making choices that I feel strongly about and I don’t need to justify them to anyone.
I like Yo Yo Ma. I do. Butterfly’s Day Out is my fave. Also? I feel a tremendous sense of nostalgia for this theme song. I’m curious…oh so curious. I’ve a million things I want to do, learn, see, hear, travel to, etc. I have endless projects underway and feel panicky sometimes that there won’t be enough time to experience all of these things. Next week I turn 37! Woot! I wear very little (if any) make up. Lip gloss. MAYBE mascara. My hair is nearly grown out. I’ll be honest…these days I’m noticing the fine lines and gray hairs in the mirror, but my smile is still the same. And you know what? I’m at peace with the fine lines and gray hairs, really. Signs of a life well lived. I’ve decided not to color my hair, but to wear it like a badge of honor! Hell yes!
I recently became a great auntie!! I’m the last of five children…an “oops!” baby, if you will. My oldest brother is 20yrs older than me and I was 5 when his first child (my niece) was born. I adored her when I was five and I adore her even more today. This little guy is blessed to have such an amazing mama.
I love coffee in the morning. And woolen mittens.
I need to mourn this train table and then find another home for it. The kids have not played with it in years. And yet, I feel weepy at the thought of parting with it. At Halloween this year, I made giant spiders out of styrofoam balls and pipe cleaners and pretended like they were attacking the town. See below. The kids laughed really hard and then just sort of stood their looking at me. It was awkward.
I’m obsessed with globes. I used to have several and then gave them away when I decided to be a “grown up.” The hell was I thinking?! Now I’m on a quest to add more to our home.
I love to wander our yard in the morning savoring the light and the details.
I bought skinny jeans and boots this year. I bought them, even though I feel self conscious about my body. I’m embracing it. All of it.
I’m slowly learning to play the piano along with the kids. I’m lusting after a Ukelele.
I leave this one picture crooked on purpose. In part, because it seems futile to keep straightening it, but also because it’s become a great reminder that life does not need to be perfect.
Lo siento, pero estoy aprendiendo español todavía. Por favor, hable más despacio. (I’m sorry, I am still learning Spanish. Please, speak slower.)
I’m learning to shoot film and loving it! My three faves below.
These Pantone journals make my heart skip a beat! I’m hoping to have my Christmas stockings stuffed full of these. I started keeping a gratitude journal at the beginning of the year. Do I write in it every day? Child, please. No. I do not. I have written quite a bit, though. Nothing deep or detailed…just little things. When my husband’s grandmother died, we went home for the funeral and found she’d made each of the grandchildren a package: photo album, letter to them, various assortment of things she’d kept for them over the years… All of us sat around her bedroom reading and laughing…crying…remembering and I thought it was the most brilliant idea of hers….a gift to all of us. I vowed to do the same for my children. Years and years from now, I want my kids to have boxes of brightly colored Pantone journals sharing how much I loved them and important things to remember: “Today, while walking in the woods, you held my hand and it made my day.”
I bought these blocks for the kids years ago. They kinda sorta like them. I adore them. I bought two sets and play with them long after the kids have gotten bored and wandered off….
I’m convinced that even after the kids grow up and leave home…we’ll still have a play room.
I’ve seen both of these movies 1,000 times. Also, You’ve Got Mail, Stranger Than Fiction, The Life Aquatic, The Royal Tenenbaums, and Monty Python the Holy Grail. Good stuff.
Speaking of movies, Friday nights are dedicated to family movies and this has become the kid’s favorite. My son thinks Fozzy Bear is hysterical.
I’m obsessed. Both with these cans and with colored pencils.
We are an Uno family.So there you go. A random assortment of Laura Louise! I’m blushing.
Now your turn. Tell me something about yourself! One thing…I’m all ears and an open heart.