Well, to be honest with you, it does not include plans to become a full time blogger. This blog started as a way for our family to document our life in OTR, but has turned more into a chore that I have taken on (ie, “blog post” is included on my weekly to do list). That’s no fun.
Thanks to everyone who has read and commented on this blog – we appreciate it tremendously.
We may update here occasionally…but we may not. Catch up with us in person sometime. :)
I am currently sitting in the Charlotte airport waiting to catch my flight to Raleigh/Durham…and just bumped into Sara Bornick of Streetpops fame.
Streetpops will return this spring, people. I know we will be there when the doors open again. :)
I love winter…up until Christmas. After the rush, it usually turns into cold, dark, dreary days. The one highlight in the crappy month of January is my birthday. “What to you want?”, my husband asked me. I thought about the standbys of chocolate, clothes, jewelry, books…but what I really wanted was something to do. Steam Whistle Letterpress is a full service press shop who has been in OTR for over a year, but we had yet to make our way in there. I knew they did workshops so asked Chad to sign me up for one. Postcards – fun, right?
Yes, it was fun. It’s a sweet little shop with tons of light, and tons of old stuff. You know, the stuff that makes you smile inside because someone cares enough to treasure a piece of our past. Old presses, type, phone, a record player (imagine setting type to the sounds of John Denver and Doris Day spinning on the turntable). It’s beautiful.
Brian talked us through the process of placing the type, inking it up and running our postcards through the press…and then he set us free to create whatever we wanted.
I walked away with 20 postcards, varying between 3 designs.
Brian also sells postcards he has made (without the smudged fingerprints that adorn some of mine) and can customize any printing project you have. Check out the place…well worth it.
1. This may be my favorite piece of jewelry…besides my wedding ring. You can find it at MiCA 12/v.
2. I just signed up to run the full Flying Pig…lots of time ahead of me to explore OTR/downtown/northern Kentucky/Walnut Hills…
3. What is the story behind this sign, which I am assuming to be a ghost sign on top of a ghost sign?
4. Enough of the 60 degree weather. We want more snow.
5. My cousin visited us on Thursday and wrote a lovely blog post that included her thoughts on OTR and the city in general. Read it.
6. Though we didn’t trek up like we did in the past (we weenied out and took the car), this remains my favorite view of the city (I know the shot is dark, but Chad is pointing out where our home is).
8. How does this happen?
9. Christmas decorations still up. Love on this 60 degree, rainy day.
10. Though its kind of hard to see, Chad has a basket on the back of his bike full of bacon from Kroeger and gelato from Madison’s, and I had a basket on mine full of fresh apple cider from Madison’s and fish from Heist. I love that we can do part of our grocery shopping on bikes (really need to do all). We are still on the hunt for the perfect shopping day/time though so that we don’t have to fight the crowds, but can get everything we need (ie, blue oven bread?) Thoughts? Also, fill me in on your favorite venders and why?
We have a couple visitors arriving this month…thoughts on the must dos in this great city of ours?
1. Nature Center
2. Bellevue park
3. Mural tour
4. Mercantile library
6. Washington Park
7. Museum Center
8. Findlay Market
9. Segway tour
10. Eden Park
12. Fountain Square ice rink
The question was there this year. You know, the question of “Mom, so and so says that Santa isn’t real. He said that all the presents under the tree come from our parents”. Crap, I thought. I handled it as any scrambling parent may…by answering with a question.
“What do you think about that?”
“OF COURSE he’s real.”
Whew. We have this Christmas. Hopefully.
We have at least a few more days of magic making, of imagination, of creativity, of faith. We have a few more days of believing that there is a small red elf who flies to the North Pole every night to report on the kid’s behavior, and then returns to create havoc in our home, or to write responses to her heartfelt gifts of cookie chunks or m&m’s. We have a smidge of fear in our hearts because Santa sent a video this year reminding her that school has not been focused on exactly as it should have been, but he’s pretty sure the elves are working on her gift. And we have that ultimate excitement in counting down the days until she prepares a plate of homemade, decorated cookies for the big guy, a plate of carrots and apples for the reindeer, and digs out the little jar of reindeer dust so she can sprinkle it on our deck to guide them in. 7. Please stay this way forever, kid.
I firmly believe that a large part of the magic continues for the kid because of this man. I strongly encourage the parents out there to avoid the mall lines where you are harrassed by a large elf to spend more money then you should on crappy photos of a man in a red suit with a fake beard, and take the time to get to Macy’s at Fountain Square. Soph assured me that this guy definitely isn’t a helper. This guy…well, he is the real deal. He even had a lengthy conversation with her about school and how she has to focus. He sat with her, opened up the letter that she had written and read it with her…through the pencil and eraser marks that littered it. He took the time.
We believe, Santa. We do.
This is what December looks like in OTR.