All Set

November 26, 2012

Heather, Kat and Michelle. And Emily (one for the road). And a truly secret person living around the corner from me… you are the chosen ones. What will I get you!?

Secret Santa!

November 26, 2012

I’m making a list and checking it twice… who’s in? We did a Secret Santa last year and it was awesome. I loved it! It goes a little something like this:

Gifts are fun. Really fun. Lets give to each other across the internet sea.
Three people send me your address (not your name!) and I will send you a gift. And it would be cool if you sent me one as well. We will open them on the Thursday after Christmas. The 27th. Spend no more than $35. Spend less if you like. Spend nothing at all and make something cool. Basically do whatever you want.

First three addresses in the comment section get a gift! Or email me at emily@fillydesigns.com

Emily
5335 NE Mallory Ave
Portland, OR 97211

Oh Yes I Did

November 25, 2012


After a month and a half of anecdotal research and weekly trips to the Oregon Humane Society, I found him. His name is Slacks. He’s 5 months old.


He is comfortable in his body and not scared and kind. Really kind. He presses his little nose firmly into my lips, against my eye. He stares. His voice is raspy. He rides on my shoulders and in a papoose.


We danced together last night, alone in the cabin with the bluegrass marathon on KBOO. I held him on his back like a baby, swinging him along to the music. He purred so hard he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
This morning he crossed everything off my to-do list and wrote “hold me” instead.
For you, anything.

Thanking

November 21, 2012


(“I love this ladder“)

I am thankful for my neighbor’s ladder. And a willing body.

Also for:
Sun today
Chocolate pumpkin glutan/flour free bread that I am going to make!
Olive the cat behind me on the futon
The linen sailor shirt (that I’m wearing)
Chocolate covered cashews
My wise parents
And the rest

Can you beat that for the most random list of thankfuls? Try…

Wet Sunday

November 18, 2012

Jesus, what is wrong with me? Is it because I ignored my own advice and visited the dogs at the SPCA Friday night? I am so emotional. Throughout the day I find myself ready to cry for no reason at all. No provocation, no story or image. Just pure emotion in the form of salty water.
At least that was what I was telling myself this morning as I made soup and wondered what else to do today. Sarah came home- from a spontaneous a.m. bowling session – and I pretended to continue cooking and listened to her talk until she asked me how my day was going and I bust into tears while saying, “I can’t stop crying and I don’t know why”. And then preceded to talk and explain and understand for the better part of an hour until I did know why. I am an introvert living in an extroverted city. Or, perhaps better said, I am an introvert living in a dark and rainy city that requires reaching out in order to beat back loneliness and isolation. I do a little reaching but my humble routine and my treasured handful of friends are not always enough. They do not cover all of the empty space. There are parts that are left bare and sensitive.
What to do? Nothing I suppose. Another night to come, another morning just around the corner. An end and a beginning, each one offering a new perspective on an ever shifting experience.

Then and Now

November 17, 2012

Whoop Whoop! Check out the first installment of the Filly Foundation Collection (a permanent offering of our all time favorites)!

This Is Why

November 15, 2012

This is why I have not been writing:
One, I now live in the cabin out back. It is quiet there. The walls are wood and soft. The ceiling is high and pitched and friendly. And the radio spells out an ongoing yarn of politics and scandals and sports scores. I have to remember to turn off the space heater before turning on anything else unless I want to flip the breaker. And so everything happens in a sequence- the most important to the least: coffee, heat the room, hot water for dishes, vacuum the rug. I tend to my nest like a mama bird, keeping it tidy and clean.
The internet does not reach out to the cabin.
Two, I am working. Up on the house cleaning the gutters, pruning, digging, dismantling, building. I am making her better everyday.
Three, in between chores I am scanning the Portland Humane Society website. If I look at the dogs I will cry before bed. If I visit the dogs, in their little pens at the facility, I will feel an icy hand around my heart pulling me back the very next day, and the next, and I will go even though I cannot take one home. And so now I only look at the cats. Should I get a cat? The ones I like look like this:

(boy, girl, girl)

Opinions? Do you like cats? Are they cool? Do any of these give you a good feeling? What does it take to be a good cat mom? Talk to me…

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