1–10 of 15 entries from the month of: April 2013

On the Road Again…

April 30th

I wish I could quote more Willie Nelson songs, but this one is most appropriate. Nelson and I hit the road tomorrow for Nebraska, then Chicago, and finally on to the East Coast. I have cried buckets this week,  (saying goodbye to my brother? You have to be kidding me.) but I am also so very excited to be moving on to the next part of life.

So, while we are out exploring the Midwest, a few more photos from crazy days in Texas last weekend:

Fiesta!

Pristine gardens in the King William section of San Antonio

Fiesta!

The dude abides. Even in street fair art.

Fiesta!

Nacho Libre as a dog. BEEEEG KISS. (and cheeeeps for the orphans.)

Fiesta!

Confetti dog. Adorbs.

Fiesta!

This woman is a self described “hostess with the mostess.”

Fiesta!

And these are her Twinkies.

Fiesta!

How pretty is this little boy?

Fiesta!

Almost as pretty as this horse.

Fiesta!

And a random parade participant dressed as butter. Who did not explain, but kinda didn’t have to in San Antonio. Folks are big, and happy and love good food in this town.

More to come. Happy trails, friends!

~K

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Viva Fiesta!

April 28th

Fiesta!

I visited San Antonio this weekend to be with my folks and aunt. It was the typical family visit in that I slept, ate and argued a ton. There were board games, long walks with the family dog, long visits on the patio with cool drinks, a tour of the Alamo and river walk, etc.

Fiesta!

This weekend was also Fiesta — an extensive city-wide party that includes a handful of themed parades. We caught the King William Parade Saturday afternoon.

Fiesta!

ROY G. BIV was the guest of honor. It was a feast for the senses. A parade full of thousands of happy people, dressed in the wildest costumes. Streets lined with cheerful parade-goers — wearing wreaths of flowers in their hair, vests of medals, streamers, etc. And my very favorite thing: dogs in costumes.

Fiesta!

Fiesta!

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Fiesta!

Fiesta!

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Fiesta!

Just a taste — many more to come over the next few days. Again, for the second time in a matter of a few weeks — I was delightfully surprised to find myself surrounded by a community celebrating with abandon simply because they could. Truly, wildly, fully loving life.

Thank you, San Antonio. For reminding me to get over myself, and be silly.

My mother could have been queen (a story for another day.) She was shaking her stuff with the best of them!
~K

 

 

 

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Celebrate!, Travel
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Sisters in Spirit: A Purpose

April 24th

Fishing

Sisters in Spirit is a series of essays by a group of women who felt a spiritual perspective lacking from the steady stream of daily news.  They each agreed to carve space monthly on their blogs for a spiritual conversation.  The topic this month is: our calling and purpose.

Have you ever met someone who knew what he wanted to do professionally from childhood? The future judges who drew gavels and scales and first grade craft time. The athletic superstars who started playing their chosen passion before they could read. The photo of Bill Clinton shaking JFK’s hand when he was a teenager attending Boys’ State.

Some folks know. Some wander. Some fall into careers as a matter of survival. A door opened, they walked through it to take care of their family’s immediate needs, and looked up 40 years later.Some never attach their life purpose to a career.

I am participating this year in a virtual Bible study. We are reading the “One Year Bible” and discussing it as we like, online. Each day, we read a bit of the Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms and a Proverb. In reading the New Testament in particular, I am struck by how many folks were willing to drop what they were doing to follow Christ.

There were fishermen who left their nets in the sea. Women who left their water at the well. As the word grew about Jesus’ teaching and healing, many were willing to lay at His feet and grab at His robes, hoping for a new beginning.

I imagine the 12 disciples felt they had a purpose before Jesus shook up their social calendars. I’d guess they all thought they had life figured out. Fishing. Providing for their families. Worshipping God and the commandments Moses had given the people generations prior. And then Jesus, in his dusty sandals, wandered into town with the ultimate purpose and gave their lives a new meaning.

My calling? I have always wanted to be a novelist, wife, mother and explorer. I can only hope I’d have the courage to follow Christ the way the disciples did if given the chance. I do know the more I study the Bible, the closer I feel to God – which brings me comfort. I’ve recently considered attending seminary, although the doubts of my many imperfections are keeping me from applying. Shouldn’t one feel “called” to be a minister? Have a specific sign? A feeling in the gut?

I’m not sure. For now, I can only hope my life is purposeful in loving others, with Christ as the example.

~K

 

I hope you continue this conversation by reading and commenting other perspectives on Christianity with my other Sisters in Spirit. Become part of the conversation:

Sarah is municipal attorney, mom to a toddler boy, and United Methodist’s pastor’s wife.  (She does not play the organ.)  She is a life-long Missouri girl with a heart for hospitality and social justice.  Sarah enjoys cooking, running, knitting and embroidery, reading, and playing in the sprinkler.  Sarah blogs at www.beautyschooldropout.net 

Bianca is a Navy wife from the great state of Texas (where she coincidentally currently resides), and she and her husband welcomed their first child in the fall of 2012. She has a passion for serving others, asking hard questions and sharing The Gospel with both her words and actions. Bianca loves Jesus, her hubs & her son, authentic friendships, traveling, making lists of all kinds, and trying new recipes which she blogs about on BecomingBianca.com

 

 

 

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Leap

April 23rd

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We dated for a handful of months, keeping things quiet because we worked together. The first week of February, he was transferred to the East Coast and we broke up. I was distraught. I didn’t eat or sleep for the better part of seven weeks. Easter weekend in NYC brought us back together, at a crossroad: we could move to Arizona, where I had an excellent job opportunity. He could move to Denver, where I also had a couple job opportunities. Or I could move to the East Coast and find something new – knowing he already had a great job. While it took a while to agree on a zip code, we were certain we wanted to be together.

If there was ever a man meant to live in a big city, he’s the one. He grew up in Europe and still travels there frequently, is more at ease in a three-piece suit than shorts and a T-shirt. He LOVES New York, a quick train ride away. If I was willing to come east, he’d care for us. (Nelson included, of course.)

To the shock of many, I started packing. Here’s why:

  1. I love this man. And I am a complete and total sucker for love. He makes me better. My life is happier when we are together. We make sense.
  2. A fresh start. Although I’d just done this with a move to Colorado two years prior, it all sounded so very nice. I didn’t need all of this stuff. I didn’t need to stay in a job I hadn’t enjoyed for a long time — even if my clients were fantastic. I was being given a chance to free myself of both.
  3. I’ve never lived on the East Coast. And while I am a western girl at heart, it will be fun to discover a new place. I’m looking forward to upstate New York this summer, and road trips to states I’ve only ever seen on maps. Ben and Jerry’s in Vermont! Screaming, “live free or die!” in New Hampshire. Lobster in Maine, etc. {I am writing this from a Starbucks in New Jersey, wearing chunky turquoise, a jean jacket, and dirty white chucks. I’m surrounded by folks wearing black, puffy Burberry coats with plaid at the cuffs, or pressed Brooks Brothers with flashy links. Toto, we aren’t in Golden anymore.}
  4. A new career. I’ve got time and a bit of savings. I can plan this next job without that sense of, “holy Moses, I just got laid off twice in four months” urgency that led to the last. I have time to think about how I want to spend my time, in addition to finishing my novel.
  5. Maybe I’m just dreaming, but being closer to the capital of publishing gives me more hope for finding the right agent and editor for future novels.
  6. It isn’t permanent. We have dreams of living abroad and raising a family in the West. I want my closest friends and family nearby. My life is richer with community.
  7. Did I mention I love him? He is a good man. Plus, it is kinda fun to be spontaneous for the first time in my otherwise very planned life.

Thank you for all of the well wishes. Change of address cards hitting the post next week — as Nelson and I hit the open road, bound for New Jersey.

~K

P.S. Yeah, I moved to Africa when I was 20. But Jersey? THIS IS SCARY.

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A Different View

April 22nd

Another quick visit to the city. Instead of more shots of cabs, giant buildings and deliciously greasy food — some patterns and textures that caught my eye:

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

Textures and patterns

~K

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This Week

April 17th

Baby hat

Knitting: cotton newborn hats for girlfriends

Sewing: Nothing — everything is packed

Listening: Imagine Dragons and Florence and the Machines, acoustic on repeat

Watching: I just finished Season 5 of Mad Men and am hoping to find a television to catch up with the current season soon. Some of the twists and turns of season five made me sick to my stomach. In particular, Joan’s storyline. I really wish the plot hadn’t gone that direction.

Reading: Just finished Shantaram. Review to come. Currently enjoying Paris Wife. Next up: Peace Like a River.

Planning: a move across the country, a new home and a new career. I am dreaming of this hutch, and this dining room table and chairs. The wall of creative storage is pretty fantastic. And we will need some creative clothing storage options in lieu of the fantastic walk-in closets in Arizona, but New Yorkers call a nice apartment.

Traveling: East. Avoiding a bit of this crazy weather in Denver. Looking forward to spending some time with my honey.

Hope your week is going well!

~K

 

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A really weird couple of days

April 15th

I am wrapping up life in Colorado and the last week in particular has been one odd, noteworthy social event after another.

Take, for example, the dinner party I attended late last week. Each attendee was assigned a course — all of which had to include peanut butter. That’s right. A ground-nut themed dinner party.

PB Party

Appetizer: jalapenos, stuffed with peanut butter, breaded with panko, wrapped in bacon and deep fried. I know. I know. It sounds crazy and yet — it is the most delicious combination of spicy, sweet, savory and salty that you can ever imagine. Holy yes.

PB Party

PB Party

Main course: sesame spicy peanut noodles with roasted chicken and vegetables.

PB Party

PB Party

Dessert: peanut butter pumpkin cookies and peanut butter milkshakes.

PB Party

This culprit organized the party. I will really miss living near Sagar, Mark and Kendra. Oh, the fun we have! They love board games. Each time we get together, these brainiacs have a different game to play — several of which they created. Sagar is the most read person I’ve ever met. Plus, they have a chinchilla named Kanye and a blind dog named Izzie. So, any adventure to their house means at a minimum, a moment of feeling like St. Francis. These three are forever friends.

Next up on the weird social calendar: the yard sale when I hauled most of my house outside on the lawn to have strangers haggle over the value of said items. (aka: HELL)

Instagram

Instagram

My fashion for the event. #leslieyep

Instagram

It is liberating and terrifying to sell 85% of everything you own.

Afterward, I went to a wig-themed birthday party:

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And then ended up dancing until 2 am with a gaggle of Denver friends. I am going to miss this town. Colorado has been very good to me!

~K

 

 

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Bright Baubles

April 15th

A few of my favorite accessories, all lined up:

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Ever realize you absolutely love something once you start moving and have to group like items? Apparently I love loud necklaces, especially if they are African.

~K

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Shark Toofs + Roscoe

April 12th

My friend Meg asked if I could sew her eldest son, Roscoe, a tooth fairy pillow. Specifically, he wanted a shark pillow.

Snuggly

He loves everything shark, and can tell you in great detail the differences between say, a Great White and a Wobbegong. Hint: Wobbegong are his favorite. If you ask him about these, get comfortable and have a tall glass of wine in hand. You’re going to be equally amused and stuck.

Of course I could sew him a shark tooth fairy pillow. I mean, I’d sewn zero prior, but how hard could this be? Come to find out it was not difficult. The trickiest aspect was finding a box big enough to mail the sucker.

(Consider size in the future, Donley. Teeth are tiny.)

When searching for a photo of Roscoe for this post, I realize how many photos I have of him over the last five years. He and his brother are adorable hams.

 Kelli and Roscoe

ROAR!

Meggie, Roscoe, Scott

Cranky!

Roscoe

Roscoe

The Cake!

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PAVI! PLANES!

Visit with the Roberts

Roscoe

Visit with the Roberts

 

God, I love that kid. Really, I love that entire family. The Brennans are my family, too.
Anyway — shark pillow:

In process

Shark tooth fairy pillow

Happy teeth loss, Roscoe! Hope this guy makes it all a bit easier, buddy.

xo,

Auntie Telli

 

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Comfort Food

April 10th

April cooking

Snow returned to Golden this week; we woke up yesterday morning to inches stacked on the patio furniture, and two prissy dogs who did not want to have to go outside. Chilly weather and heavy foods pair so well. I am trying to use what we have in the pantry so it doesn’t have to be moved. The meals have been a bit of a mishmash, but last night’s was a hit: sausage, mushroom risotto, asparagus and strawberries with cream for dessert.

April cooking

I did have to hit the market for the veggies. My shelf of canned goods from last summer’s garden is sadly down to one jar of peach jam and three of apple chutney. There is only so much chutney one girl can eat.

April cooking

I am hoping wherever I land, it isn’t too late to get another garden started. At a minimum, basil, tomatoes and cucumbers should be planted. With any luck, the next home will have fruit trees and space in the kitchen for canning.

April cooking

I’m my Grandmother Max’s protege: she who lived in a dozen homes over her years always had a garden going, and always had a good meal on the stove. Creating a home was a attitude, not a permanency of address. (My mama is the same way. She just had the luck to live in fewer places, and as a result — had bigger gardens. There is a deeper roots joke here somewhere.)

Here is to hoping warm Spring arrives soon!

~K

 

 

 

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