The tea cabinet.

monthly tea recommendation.

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For the month of May I have revisited a favorite from David's Tea called Cream of Earl Grey. It's something a little sweeter and a little cozier than a regular earl. This organic blend is a perfect accessory for cuddling up with a hungry, grunting baby. In the mornings I curl up on the rocker with my daily morning caffeine dose. It’s good enough to make a pot of, and even creamier with a little soy milk.

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The ritual is comforting, as any quiet simple house chore is in these days of a new baby. Doing a few dishes feels like a spa day for my hands. 

I imagine making tea with Winnie every morning as she grows up. Her having her own little tea cup of some whimsical herbal blend alongside my own. What will be her favorites I wonder? What imaginary friends will she put on the invite list to her very special tea parties? 

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I remember the too-bitter taste of tea the first time my mom offered it to me. It grew to be a small staple in our relationship, as tea does with mothers and daughters.  There was a sit-down tea shop in the town I grew up in, serving a whole many paged menu of teas and things like Welsh rarebit and cucumber sandwiches. Antique couches and armchairs with mismatched tea cups and crochet tea cosies made up the warm lit interior. As with most small businesses in the town, it closed its doors after too few years. But I have many memories of long lunches spent there with my mother and my sisters. 

I hope that Winnie and I will gain the same quiet comfort of sharing a pot of tea together while watching Pride and Prejudice or You’ve Got Mail together, as I do with my mother.

Do you have and memories of your mother involving tea? Were there and comforting rituals that make up your memories of her? 

Nesting: staining the nursery furniture.

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With just seven weeks left until my due date, this little bird is nesting. Home projects are being checked off of lists and little outfits washed and tucked away. We decided on a simple crib that we can convert to a toddler bed later, and we updated a family heirloom changing table/ dresser for our Winnie. A simple sanding and a walnut stain linked the two pieces of furniture so that they almost look like a matched set.

These small decisions { Where she will sleep? What kind of products to use on her butt, hair & nose? Should I make a mobile? Do we really need to buy this? } all pale in comparison to the plethora of decisions we will make as parents. Our first taste of those harder decisions are starting to present themselves { When does she get which and what shots? Where will she go to school? Will she be safe at the school we choose? How will we explain the state of this Earth to her? How will we prepare her for the hardships of life? How do we prepare her for what it means to be a woman in this world? Who will take care of her if we aren't here? } For now we control what we have control over, and we talk about what we can't control in hopes that these subjects are things that will slowly reveal themselves. As if we are digging a deep hole together slowly uncovering the roots and shining rocks that were obscured from us before. This is all that we can do as parents, I believe. Control what we can and let the rest reveal itself, let ourselves be diligent, be open, be kind and be always searching for the best answer.

 

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The changing table was built by my father for me when I was born. Twenty five years later, it is sturdy as ever and just as beautiful. Baskets of gifted and hand-me-down clothes are waiting inside, and up top is a inherited changing pad waiting for a new baby bum. 

Our semi-minimalist approach to baby gear has led us down the cloth diaper route, the no stroller { just a couple wraps }, cutting as many corners as we can route. No nursery theme, just some things to tie into our bedroom's existing aesthetic. The tassels of the canopy match the swan blanket we keep on our bed. We want to include Winnie into the asethetics we have created as a family and let her grow into her own style over time.

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Here are the pieces before. 

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Do you have any strategies in preparing for the hard decisions we make as parents? Or any ideas about whimsical minimalist baby design?

The tea cabinet.

monthly tea recommendation.

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For the month of February, I'm taking the time to froth my soy milk and enjoy as many crêpe breakfasts as I can. Remi has gotten quite good at making them ever since I pleaded that we veganize a childhood favorite. "Dutchie's" {a thicker kind of crêpe that my mom made for us as kids for our birthdays} were something I could not get right on my own. We invested in a cast iron crêpe pan, found a simple recipe online, and Remi worked his kitchen magic.

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This morning I made a pot of Darjeeling tea and frothed a bit of soy milk. I won't brag about my own kitchen magic, for unfortunately, I am artless and only fairly proficient behind the stove. Though if you are like me, a small bit of bubbly milk froth will do to spruce up a daily cup of tea. How I do it is:

  • Simply put some milk in a little sauce pot on a high heat {because of impatience},
  • Whisk milk about while it heats {I have a handy frothing device},
  • Be careful not to let it froth up too quickly and run off the top {just turn down the heat if it does},
  • Then pour it over your steeped tea, spooning out the froth on top of the warm milk.
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While the foam is more bubbles than froth, and cannot compare to the artistry of our local coffee shop, a bubbly milk in my tea sends more magic into my day than a teacup without.

Do you take the time to make your own lattes? Anyone have any tips for an impatient stove keeper desperate for a pillowy foam?