A student of mine made this little video for a class that she is taking on digital media. I thought I'd share it in case anyone is interested in learning more about my scholarship (or seeing my office).
Keep sweeping, Martha
3.29.2015
my five minutes
A student of mine made this little video for a class that she is taking on digital media. I thought I'd share it in case anyone is interested in learning more about my scholarship (or seeing my office).
Keep sweeping, Martha
3.28.2015
warm woolen mittens
March has never been the easiest month around here. And this winter has been particularly hard. We've been slogging through, overwhelmed by ridiculous administrative work, preschool decisions, job interviews, and defense scheduling.
It's times like these that you need to focus on the simple things and breathe.
It's times like these that you need to focus on the simple things and breathe.
Sewing draft blockers
Roasting vegetables
Eating lots of "jolly soup" (i.e. homemade vegetable soup)
Newspaper wrapping
Coloring
Heavy whipping cream in coffee (accidentally)
Keep sweeping,
Martha
Watching The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
2.08.2015
longest/shortest
I don't want this video to be a metaphor for parenting, but I think it might be.
Today was almost spring-like. We spent it baking Valentine cookies and practicing riding our tricycle.
Keep sweeping,
Martha
Read Superfudge by Judy Blume and The Uncoupling by Meg Wolitzer. Watched Disney's Peter Pan and Lost In Translation (again).
Today was almost spring-like. We spent it baking Valentine cookies and practicing riding our tricycle.
Keep sweeping,
Martha
Read Superfudge by Judy Blume and The Uncoupling by Meg Wolitzer. Watched Disney's Peter Pan and Lost In Translation (again).
1.26.2015
1.08.2015
a portrait of a young girl waiting for a new year
I know this won't solve all my problems. But, right now, it feels like it will.
Keep sweeping, Martha
1.06.2015
just like the ones i used to know
So glad I didn't take my tree down yet. There's something about snow outside and twinkling lights inside that makes the days seem easier.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Watched In A World.
1.02.2015
9 stones (but post-Christmas), alcohol units 1/2 glass of champagne, cigarettes 0, new baskets bought 2
My New Year's resolution.
To get organized.
You can laugh. I know. It's cliche. I am a scholar of women's magazines. I know from the research that I did for my dissertation and subsequent book that January is THE month that women's magazines exploit women's insecurities and make even more outrageous promises about how they can fix your body, your clothes, your hair, your skin, your home. I also know that if they did fix you then their magazines would fold. Hence, the promises never actualize, and you keep needing to buy their magazines because you have not yet perfected your body, your clothes, your hair, your skin, your home.
You can also laugh because, if you know me, you know that I am constantly struggling to tame this home. On one hand, I swear it has a life of its own - its cosmetic challenges, its strange, pulsing energy (which a good smudging ever once in a while tends to erase - thank you, EB's dad). On the other hand, it has two pretty serious hoarders and a toddler living in it. The bottlecaps, the magazines, the toys. Ugh. I need Mehran to perform an intervention.*
But then I remembered. My sister-in-law K (who seriously has it together) swears by baskets. I remember she had a ton on her wedding registry and then on her baby registry. At the time, I laughed. Who needs so many baskets, I thought? I was seriously, seriously naive. And, K was apparently seriously, seriously enlightened.
SIXTY-SEVEN NEW WAYS TO BRING ORDER TO YOUR HOME!
THIRTY-TWO SURE FIRE WAYS TO ELIMINATE CLUTTER!
NINETY-NINE PROBLEMS AND HOME ORGANIZATION ISN'T ONE!
TWO NEW BASKETS AT THE SMITH STEARNS' HOUSE!
I am waaaaay too excited about these baskets.
First of all, let me just say that about two days before Christmas I discovered the Marshalls in Silver Spring. How I did not know it was there, I will never know. But, it's there, and as every Marshalls is, it's fabulous. The basket at the top came from there. It's housing the magnetic blocks and the Marbleworks sets that Boy Beeton received from Grammy and Papa for Christmas. Chaos contained.
The second basket comes from the Marshalls in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, which has... wait for it... A. FULL. ON. HOMEGOODS. COMPONENT. (KPP knows the beauty of this!) This basket will house all our mittens, scarves, hats. They will no longer be strewn about the floor as though a Patagonia store exploded in our living room.
Despite the beauty of these baskets, you'll notice in the corner of the second photo is the handle from a long abandoned push toy, covered in Marbleworks blocks and ribbon.
This is what I'm up against, people.
Small victories, I suppose.
Keep sweeping, Martha
* I was simultaneously horrified and excited by the episode of True Tori where her hoarding was revealed. Oh, how I can relate. Thank goodness I'm an academic and not a reality star.
To get organized.
You can laugh. I know. It's cliche. I am a scholar of women's magazines. I know from the research that I did for my dissertation and subsequent book that January is THE month that women's magazines exploit women's insecurities and make even more outrageous promises about how they can fix your body, your clothes, your hair, your skin, your home. I also know that if they did fix you then their magazines would fold. Hence, the promises never actualize, and you keep needing to buy their magazines because you have not yet perfected your body, your clothes, your hair, your skin, your home.
You can also laugh because, if you know me, you know that I am constantly struggling to tame this home. On one hand, I swear it has a life of its own - its cosmetic challenges, its strange, pulsing energy (which a good smudging ever once in a while tends to erase - thank you, EB's dad). On the other hand, it has two pretty serious hoarders and a toddler living in it. The bottlecaps, the magazines, the toys. Ugh. I need Mehran to perform an intervention.*
But then I remembered. My sister-in-law K (who seriously has it together) swears by baskets. I remember she had a ton on her wedding registry and then on her baby registry. At the time, I laughed. Who needs so many baskets, I thought? I was seriously, seriously naive. And, K was apparently seriously, seriously enlightened.
SIXTY-SEVEN NEW WAYS TO BRING ORDER TO YOUR HOME!
THIRTY-TWO SURE FIRE WAYS TO ELIMINATE CLUTTER!
NINETY-NINE PROBLEMS AND HOME ORGANIZATION ISN'T ONE!
TWO NEW BASKETS AT THE SMITH STEARNS' HOUSE!
I am waaaaay too excited about these baskets.
First of all, let me just say that about two days before Christmas I discovered the Marshalls in Silver Spring. How I did not know it was there, I will never know. But, it's there, and as every Marshalls is, it's fabulous. The basket at the top came from there. It's housing the magnetic blocks and the Marbleworks sets that Boy Beeton received from Grammy and Papa for Christmas. Chaos contained.
The second basket comes from the Marshalls in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, which has... wait for it... A. FULL. ON. HOMEGOODS. COMPONENT. (KPP knows the beauty of this!) This basket will house all our mittens, scarves, hats. They will no longer be strewn about the floor as though a Patagonia store exploded in our living room.
Despite the beauty of these baskets, you'll notice in the corner of the second photo is the handle from a long abandoned push toy, covered in Marbleworks blocks and ribbon.
This is what I'm up against, people.
Small victories, I suppose.
* I was simultaneously horrified and excited by the episode of True Tori where her hoarding was revealed. Oh, how I can relate. Thank goodness I'm an academic and not a reality star.
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