DIY baby mobile tutorial from the faux martha

We invested in a couple of pieces for Linnie’s room that would last deep into life. But I just couldn’t bring myself to invest in this cute $90 mobile that would only last months. Instead, I made a similar mobile for Linnie’s room for under $30. (We’ll turn those felted wool balls into a garland when she’s no longer enamored with lying on her back and looking up at the world.) If you’ve been dreaming of an easy tutorial for a DIY Baby Mobile, well, here it is. Read more

Linden's room with crib from The Faux Martha

From guest room to Linden’s nursery, the transformation is complete, minus a tinker here and a tinker there. (See the moodboard here.) It’s strange to design a space for someone you don’t know yet, but it’s also one of my favorite things to do in the last weeks of pregnancy—to create a space she’ll hopefully love to play in and sleep in. Please sleep, I prayed as I set the level on the shelf while Kev screwed it into the wall. Please be level, too. Made from shallow prayers, teamwork, hand-me-downs, so many stripes, and last-minute Target drive-up pick-ups (because COVID), I’d love to take you on a tour of Linnie’s room. Read more

Oh, hi. It’s me again. We’ve been getting a 9-hour stretch of sleep outta this baby for the last week (!!), something we didn’t get outta Hal until she was over a year. Things are starting to feel normal again. You know, new normal. With that, I’m wading my way back online. Though it shouldn’t go without mentioning, using the word normal about life feels strange right now, like it’s a word worth holding back on. Nothing is normal outside the walls of our house, neighborhood, and country between the centuries-long lack of basic human rights extended towards our Black neighbors and the months-long pandemic. If anything, a new normal, a more equitable normal, is in order here, too. It’s a heavy time to be dipping my toes back into this space. I’m not quite sure how to do it all and do it all well, but here I am, tripping along. Oh, hi. Read more

Hello. Hi! I didn’t mean to completely disappear. Or disappear without saying I was disappearing. I planned on taking a maternity leave, some time off and away from the internet. I also planned on mentioning it. And then one week went by, and then another and another, until we had ourselves an 7 8 week old (I started this post a week ago if that tells you anything about the state of things). I guess it goes without saying—she’s here! Linden June Coleman arrived on April 1st during a pandemic. After a couple days of consistent but false labor, very early on a Wednesday, we barely made it to the hospital in time to meet her. On the walk waddle from the triage room to the delivery room, mid-migraine, my water broke, and I went from 5 to 10 cm dilated. She was in our arms 10 minutes later, the longest, most painful 10 minutes later. Maybe she was in just as big of a rush to get home and quarantine as we were. Read more

Maybe you’ve noticed it, too. When your physical world is chaotic, like ours is right now with baby supplies spilling out everywhere (see picture below), so is your mental world. And when your mental world is chaotic, like ours has become with the pandemic (and I’m guessing yours has too), so is your physical world. The two have a way of mirroring each other. And when both are wildly out of sorts, things have a way of feeling uncontrollably out of control. Read more

How are you doing? Last week, over the span of 24 hours, everyone in my Rolodex seemed to reach out asking the same question. How are you doing? It was comforting until I realized they were just as worried about us as we are. 38 weeks pregnant during a pandemic, this must be a storyline from a movie, a movie we’ve all been cast in. Read more

Wild Rice Soup from The Faux Martha

I was going to tell you all about wild rice. About the time Kev’s grandma, who grew up in Minnesota, gave us a small packet as a gift after we were newly married. Rice? Thank you? I didn’t realize what a gift it was then. I was going to tell you about this sacred grain that grows wild by Minnesota lakes and streams, harvested then and now by members of the Ojibwe Nation. I was going to tell you how the cost of a tiny packet matches the richness of flavor. It’s worth a splurge. I was going to tell you about all that… Read more

Rosemary Orange Irish Soda Bread from The Faux Martha

How do you hold tradition? With careful, stern hands or with fiddling and curiosity and a little bit of this and that? We’re asking ourselves the same questions about the cabin. How much do we tinker with and how much do we preserve. And if you read any forums on Irish Soda Bread, you’ll hear the same questions, though it sounds more like yelling. “My Aunt Peg would never put baking powder in her soda bread. It’s soda bread for heaven’s sake!” I tinkered and I yielded, to curiosity and tradition, landing somewhere in between to create this Rosemary Orange Irish Soda Bread. What a moderate thing to do. Read more

 
 
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