Mabel’s House Re-Post: A Christmas Post for Becca

*originally posted December 2010

 

This post is for my world traveling sister Rebecca. She’s in China.

Hi Becca.

Here is a picture of the bump/your niece.

Jane moves a lot. She’s very busy in there. Lots of things to do apparently.

Mabel says hi too.

 

 

 

I watched The Grinch the other day. When he said “Humphf, that’s it. I’m not going” I thought of you. And then I cried. And then I thought about Rachel’s wedding that you won’t be here for. I cried again. But don’t feel too guilty. I also cried yesterday because a movie I was watching was terrible, and instead of turning it off I just sat in the chair and cried.

Hormones stink.

Anyway. Come home soon.

Merry Christmas.

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Mabel’s House Re-Post: Great Weekend

*originally posted November 2010

 

Why so great? Energy. Lots and lots of glorious, wonderful, sunshiney energy.

This weekend consisted of a haircut. A shopping trip to Wal-Mart. (By the way, Wal-Mart has a couple of big jar candles – Mulled Cider and Pine – that are $4 a piece AND smell just like Yankee Candles.)

I cleaned house a little. Played with Mabel. Helped throw a bridal shower. Hung out and watched tv while cuddling under blankets in the chilly house. We had to turn the heat on.

And the best part? I cleaned my office, which has of late become dumping ground for all things baby related.

Like I said. Glorious energy. Great weekend.

Mabel’s House Re-Post: A Real Book

*originally posted November 2010

My agent, Laurie Abkemeier, sold the book I wrote. I’m still reeling.

My sister Rachel summed it up when she said, “Liz, you’re going to have a REAL book.”

In honor of such a huge announcement I thought it appropriate to revisit the “Monkey Face” picture. Not because it’s related to the news. It’s just horrifyingly funny.

So what’s it about? The announcement went out yesterday and said this:

“Mabel’s House blogger Elizabeth Owen’s WHO STOLE MY GREEN GABLES? A Tale of Friendship and Faith — and Learning to Love What You Have, a humorous memoir about what happens when the quest for domestic perfection meets reality, and comedy meets tragedy in the form of a best friend with cancer, to Mary Norris at Skirt, at auction, by Laurie Abkemeier at DeFiore and Company (world English).”

Anyone that’s read my blog for the past few years knows about Angela. And yes, she’s a central part of this book. I wanted to write a book that would make you laugh. I wanted to write a book that would make her proud. I wanted to write about losing her in a way that would leave a reader smiling and feeling hopeful, not sad. I hope you’ll like it.

¬†So that’s my news. I’ll keep you posted as the process gets started and let you know the release date (which will be at least a year). In the mean time, I’m going to search the house for my smelling salts. Or more realistically, pregnant-friendly Tylenol.

Mabel’s House Re-Post: Goodbye Flip Flops

*originally posted November 2010

Arkansas waited patiently for fall. It’s finally here. It rained all night. I slept like a log for nine hours. No leaky roof like last year.

 

This morning was dark and drippy and cold. I turned on the heat. It seemed like a good day for a dress and tights and boots. Although, I can barely see my boots.

 

It also seemed like a good morning for hot chocolate in my car. The ducks swam in the rain. Boat dock lights twinkled in the distance. Goodbye flip flops. Welcome fall.

Mabel’s House Re-Post: Better Homes and Gardens Project #3: Pumpkin Place Cards

*originally posted October 2010For our third craft project, we were asked to create something with real or fake pumpkins. No problem right? Yeah. That’s what I thought. And then I realized that every possible thing under the sun has already been done with pumpkins. It’s one of those moments where you have to shrug and mumble “oh well” before forging ahead.

To vote click here.

I decided to use my Thanksgiving place card craft from last year as a jumping off point.

Supplies:

Small foam pumpkin, pre-glittered

Toothpicks

Cardstock

Old family Halloween photos

Scissors

Tape

Computer

*Optional, in case pre-glittered pumpkins are not available:

Glitter

Spray Glue

Instructions: Scan old family photos into computer. Open photos in a basic program for photo viewing and adjustment (for example, Microsoft Picture Manager or Photoshop). If the photos are in color, adjust the saturation levels until the photo is black and white. Using same program (or something similar to Microsoft Paint or Photoshop), use the “text” feature to type the name of the person across the bottom of the picture.

It will allow you to choose a specific font, color and size. You can also use online image sources to embellish the picture with a frame or outline. Print at the size you prefer (to match the size of your pumpkins) and cut out pictures when finished. (*However, you could simplify the process by simply printing the black and white photos and using a paint marker to write the name on the bottom of the picture.)

Insert toothpick halfway into foam pumpkins. Affix the photo to the top of the toothpick with tape. Place on plate and you’re ready for dinner!

*If pre-glittered foam pumpkins are not available, use plain foam pumpkins and apply spray glue and glitter. It will probably take three to four applications to get a heavy concentration of glitter.

Mabel’s House Re-Post: Beverly’s Magical Closet

*originally posted October 2010

You know when you dig around in the back of a closet and find something you forgot you had? I did that yesterday. I rifled through spare gift bags and dollar store candles and found some Martha Stewart cake stencils I bought over two years ago.

My first reaction was to slap myself on the forehead. Doh. Silly me. How could I buy something so cute and forget I had it?

And then I remembered Aunt Beverly’s magical closet.

My Aunt Beverly has always had what my cousins and I refer to as “The Closet.” Inside said closet lay forgotten jewels; gifts, bags, purses, bows, wrapping paper, and even toys from McDonald’s Happy Meals. Watching her open that door and unearth such treasures was like the girl version of Indian Jones.

Aunt Beverly would fling the closet door open when we were leaving her house. Mom would don our coats and hats and tell us to kiss Aunt Beverly goodbye and she would shout, “Wait just a minute!” She would hunker down in her closet, pulling out treats for us.

“Elizabeth, do you need a pink dress for your Barbie? I have one right here.”

“Rebecca, do you want a water gun? How about a paddle ball?”

They were our parting gifts. Aunt Beverly’s way of giving us treats just because she loved us. Over the years that closet has rendered aid in tight situations. Forgot to buy a baby shower present? Visit Aunt Beverly’s closet.

“How about a set of bottles and a headband? Huh. Here’s a set of steak knives. I forgot I bought¬†those.”

I always marveled at this closet. It was a magical place, sort of like something from Harry Potter. But I could never understand how Aunt Beverly could forget she bought steak knives and embroidered baby bibs.

But here I am years later. Now I have my own closet. A closet that mysteriously re-gifted forgotten Halloween stencils to me. I suppose it’s my family’s own brand of practical magic.

Mabel’s House Re-Post: Mabel Doesn’t Like It When

*originally posted October 2010

Mabel is thoroughly put out with life right now. She doesn’t like the fact that I no longer let her run across my belly with her four pointy legs and 23 pounds of weight. On the other hand, I don’t particularly care for her dirty beard, but she thinks that’s a moot point.

She doesn’t like it when we rearrange the furniture. Although, I have to admit, she’s right. Everything will probably go back just like it was, but she won’t like that either.

But what she really doesn’t like is… orange twinkle lights. She tried to bite them. And then she hid under the dining room table for a while. Go figure.

I told her there was only room for one hormonal, slightly insane female in our house.

She thinks that’s a moot point as well.

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