I always forget my blog’s anniversary. Every year when April rolls around, I think maybe I’ll do a giveaway or write a special post but every year the end of the month comes and I realize I completely forgot.
I’m thankful for my amazing husband and daughter, who love me enough to do things like come with me to the Macy’s parade balloon inflation yesterday. In the rain, then in the freezing rain, just to help honor my favorite tradition.
I’m thankful that even though I lost my job this year I seem to be finding my way.
My first New Year’s Resolution this year was to get organized. I needed to try and find some routine, some system, that would help me juggle the everyday tasks that take up so much of my time in my working life and home life. I feel like I’m horribly inefficient when it comes to the day-to-day stuff, devoting far too little or too much time to them and throwing the rest of my life out of balance a little as a result. I’m also a terrible delegator and kind of a control freak; I can never point Adam at the tasks that would be the most helpful, and some of my systems are so obtuse that it’s impossible for him to figure them out. I’m getting better about that, though. I’m learning to care less about how things are done and just be excited that someone else is doing them.
So these are a day late, but I wanted to spend my last day of winter break actually working on some of these goals. But here are my official 2013 New Year’s Resolutions. I’m feeling really good about this list.
I’ve had big-time end-of-the-year blues this week. Hannah’s first Christmas was so amazing, such a perfect end to a wonderful holiday season. And then almost immediately I was left with this sadness that the most momentous year of our lives was coming to an end. I haven’t been able to get excited about any of my usual listmaking, organizing, new year projects that always pepper my winter breaks. I’ve just been cuddling and smooching the baby nonstop. And recovering from a cold and, of all things, a case of pinkeye that set in on Christmas Eve!!
This summer has been bittersweet for me. I am having the most amazing time taking Hannah on adventures, but it also means my maternity leave is coming to a close. I went on and on and on about that yesterday. So my summer playlist is a fitting mix of lighthearted beach songs and obvious, maudlin fare (“All Good Things Come to an End” Nelly Furtado? Really? I’d forgotten you were in my iTunes, don’t do this to me right now).
It’s the start of Memorial Day Weekend, and the arrival of summer has me making one of my annual Things to Do This Summer lists. Last year’s list was kind of a bust since I found out shortly into summer vacation that I was pregnant. After I got home from my summer travels I was basically hanging on to my bed for dear life while I got through the first trimester. Okay, it really wasn’t that bad at all…but I didn’t do much.
April 16th was the 4th anniversary of this blog, but once again I completely forgot about it. This year I had a good excuse, though, what with this whole situation. But I’ve been feeling sentimental and nostalgic lately and needed a reason to look back through the whole history of this blog. When I started The Orange Room we’d just bought the house 5 months before and been married just shy of a year (next Saturay it’ll be 5 years!). I was still working in a public library, and there was no Hannah. Much has changed. So I started a new project.
I had a surprisingly good crafting year. In my head I’ve been thinking all through 2011 that I haven’t been nearly as crafty as 2010, but I’ve actually made more quilts this year. Fewer small projects, but that’s because quilts take longer. Plus, let’s not kid ourselves. Pregnancy wore me out, I spent most of the summer asleep. So all in all, it’s been a pretty darn good year.
October is my absolute favorite month of the year, hands down. But I’m always in the mood for slightly sadder/deeper/more melancholy music in October. Even the dancy songs I like are a bit more subdued this month, and everything feels European to me. I know that makes no sense, but walking around with sad songs playing in October feels very British to me. I have no idea why this is, but something about the switch to fall (however elated it makes me) gives me a craving for these kinds of songs, British or not. So, I just go with it. Here’s my playlist this month.