Knitwear Designer//Pattern Drafter//Author//Teacher

we snuck away, you know.  the girls and i headed north back home where i consider home - to where my mother considered home since she was two.  my grandmother’s house hasn’t changed much since i was small and the mirrors i see myself reflected in were the same ones i danced in front of when i was small.  the pictures haven’t changed, just multiplied.  the decor hasn’t changed, just gathered some dust.  it’s a time capsule.  the universe sort of folds in on itself when i’m watching my children play with the same toys i played with in the same room, at the same table, in the same chairs.

i took my first steps right there.  same tile.  same floor.  same hall.  i’ve always loved this photo.  time bender.

we escaped highland park and headed toward the city to have dinner with friends we miss.  mae and miles even convinced us it would be a good idea for them to have a slumber party.  it was a good idea.  bittersweet though in that our time together is always too short and the few moments we talk or laugh are gobbled up and the kids need to be tended to and moments of silence being side by side need to be reveled in.

as a kid i always wanted to go to the theater on central.  it’s right across the street from our usual breakfast joint and it would call to me on the breeze.  we were always rushing though.  always.  i remember there never being time to walk or shop or do much of anything really outside our path of habit.  SO, to the theater we went.  the girls and i saw mirror, mirror for a whopping $15.  the seats were wooden and creaky and the bare floors bounced every word into earshot.  we had to be very, very quiet.  alizah was freaked out so mae let her sit in the middle.  such funny girls.

so, back.  it’s so very good.  hubs missed us so badly he called on tuesday morning wanting to know when we’d be home.  he said the dog sat at the window every day looking for us.  those boys.

i was right where i was supposed to be. xo

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