Farewell to the rosies

it’s time to say farewell to the rosies!

after 3.5 years of being surrounded by rosettes, it is time to move on. my business has been such a blessing to our little family, and as we prepare for our family to expand, we knew it was time to simplify. so, no- i will not be going away completely, but just moving on to less all-consuming products and ideas so that i can focus on these babies of mine.

this weekend was a great success at my last queen bee market, but i have some inventory leftover that will be on sale starting at noon today (PST). this is the “last chance sale” as it were– when it’s gone, it’s gone! so be quick to get the best selection.

it has been such a pleasure to send rosies to your homes and to pretty up your days, and i hope some of the new things i am working on will inspire you as well. i can’t say i won’t miss it all – but i am one tired mama and know with 3 littles i just won’t be able to do all that i’ve been doing over the last few years. i am excited and sad all at the same time, but know this is the right thing for our family and have peace in that.

i hope you find something you love today over in the shop, and that you won’t be a stranger once the rosies have disappeared.


last week, between passing snacks back and forth, whispering from story books, praising the latest drawings on the sketch pads and reminders of “close your eyes, fold your arms” and “shhhhh… we’re at church,” the woman behind me reached forward and gently tapped me on the shoulder.

i looked back to her as she spoke softly, yet fervently: “are you having a girl? or ANOTHER boy?”

i get this a lot.

“it’s a boy!” i said as enthusiastically as i could in my best church voice.

everytime i say it i expect a similar response. “oh, wow! you’re going to have your hands full aren’t you?” or, “boys are such a blessing. they are wild when they are little, but at least you don’t have so much drama when they are teenagers.” i’ve heard it all.

i’ve heard it all but what she had to say.

“oh NO. oh NO. oh NOOO.”

ummm… excuse me?

granted, she was sitting behind me at church. watching while we tried to contain two VERY energetic boys for the first of the three hour church block.

immediately i thought back to the last 30 minutes– surely owen or henry had done something crazy to deserve such a response. but no, they had actually been really good that day!

the wheels in my head start turning and my inner dialogue spinning out of control: “oh no!?? why would she say oh no?!? yes, my boys are a little ‘spirited’ at times, but really they are very good boys!” i started in on an imaginary conversation in defense of them: “they have a lot of energy, but they can also be very tender and adoring! yes, they get silly- but no one in the world snuggles better than henry and owen is such a sweet and loving soul. i adore those boys of mine.” Togel Singapura

i spent the remainder of the hour (and let’s be honest- most of the next week) going through the conversation in my mind.

since the first moment we knew it was a boy, i had not felt disappointment per se, but a bit of sadness maybe. not knowing if this will be our last child, i mourned a little bit knowing i may never have a mother daughter relationship of my own. my heart always skipped a little as i passed over the adorable hearts and polka dots and moved onto stripes and dinosaurs. and i must admit that i had hoped the presence of a sweet baby girl might switch the dynamic in our house a bit. it might have done us all some good to have a little sweetness enter our home.

but alas, i am outnumbered.

however, those insistent “oh NO!”s from the woman behind me at church that day may have been just what i needed to convince my own heart that my life as a mom of boys is indeed very blessed and beautiful. as i came to their theoretical defense, i found myself finding all the reasons in the world that mothering three boys would certainly be a challenge, but one that would come with great reward and tender moments along the way.

yes, there will be a lot of cars and trucks, a lot of stinky socks, a lot of fart jokes, a lot of trips to the ER.

but they are mine. my heavenly father has sent them to me to care for and protect and turn into men. they have come (and will come shortly) into my home to teach me patience and a number of other virtues that would be out of my reach without their tutelage. and it is an honor to be their mom.

so yes, it’s ANOTHER blessed boy.

Post Edit

as i read through your comments on monday’s post here, on facebook, and on instagram, i realized i may have come off the wrong way, so let me explain:

1. my 3 boys are a gift from God. no doubt about it. at one point in my life i wasn’t sure if i would ever be able to have children, so 3 (regardless of gender) is such a huge blessing!! judi online

2. the woman behind me did not intend to offend. i know that. and i wasn’t offended! surprised, maybe – but never did her words hurt me or make me feel sad. in reality, i am grateful that she said what she did because it helped me sort out in my own mind what i had been feeling and to focus on what a blessing it is to be a mom of boys.

3. none of us who go to church are perfect. we are all wounded in need of the Great Healer. a quick comment from one of the wounded would not make me seek medical attention elsewhere. that’s all i’ll say about that for now!

thanks for the love and encouragement. it’s an honor to share my thoughts with you here!

Valentines Day Rosies

a few weeks ago i put this out there:


i must say, i have had mixed emotions about working on a few rosies to sell in honor of valentines day.

i have missed working with my hands every day and letting off some creative steam.

but man, i have also gotten used to a lot more time to myself and my family!

anyhow, this friday at 9 am PST i will have a VERY limited selection of rosies up for grabs in the shop, and when they are gone, they’re gone! put it on your calendars, set your alarms, whatever you need to do to get there promptly.

i will have mostly necklaces, bobbies and baby headbands — and whatever else i can finish before friday.

be there, or be square! m-88