I am not Martha, and I Don't Care.

Today, I saw the word "tablescape" on an Instagram photo and it sent me right over the edge.  Granted, the table in the photo looked lovely, but seriously.  I can't take any more.  All of this Pinteresting and Style Blogging has gone too far.  Tablescape.  You wanna see a tablescarpe?  Look up there.  That's our dining room "tablescape," with its mis-matched napkins and Daphne crumbs and homework papers.  

I. Am. Done.  

I love my dining room table.  Wanna know why?  Because I have dinner there with my family every night.  Not because of meticulously folded napkins or fabulous centerpieces made of twigs and berries.  

After seeing the word "tablescape" this morning, I finally got the kick in the ass I have been needing.  I finally see how silly it all is.  My house is never going to look like a magazine, and I don't care.  Hey Kev!  Guess what!  It's FINE with me that the living room furninture doesn't really match.  As long as I can sit on it and be comfortable and read "James and the Giant Peach" with you and Daph, that's all that matters.  

I feel free like I haven't felt in years.

In other news, we took the girls to the dump last week.  It was truly educational and inspiring.  And it didn't even stink!

Over Memorial Day weekend, we decided to have a sort of Staycation.  But I don't think I'm going to call it that any more because it's a word that sounds too much like tablescape, so I'm just going to say we hung around town and made the most of what home has to offer.

Kev took the day off on Friday, and we walked to lunch at this French place downtown that we've never tried.  Mussels and Fries.  Yep.

When Daphne got home from school, we rode our bikes to meet some friends at Dry Mill Winery, and Daphne climbed around on rocks while we ate cheese and crackers for dinner.

Saturday, Kev grilled some salmon and we ate on the porch (see tablescape above), and then camped in the back yard.

It was a cold and noisy night.  One neighbor was having a party, and the one on the other side decided that 8:30 pm would be a great time to mow his lawn.  Daphne slept through everything.  Kev and I didn't get much rest.  It's really weird to sleep in a hat.  But it was still fun, and an adventure for Daphne.

She had Eggo toaster pancakes for breakfast, with chocolate chips and whipped cream for good measure (see tablescape below), and it was pretty much the best day ever.

Meanwhile, I knit in the tent because I was NOT inside cooking a big fancy breakfast (see tablescape above).  

Good times for me.

Later, we went to the mall with an agenda, and got all kinds of things except the things we went there for.  I got FitBert (above), and I love him.  This thing is just what I needed.  I feel obligated and motivated, and you just wait until November when it's time for Moms on the Run.  Because I am going to run that 5K and I just might keep on going. Like Forrest Gump.   I even have a coach!  I love my kid. She made me do "Frankensteins."

The thing I was knitting in the tent is finished now.  It's a cowl, and it's going to be a beginner class that I will teach at the Finch.  I hope people sign up for it.

The whole time I was knitting, the yarn reminded me of cheetohs.  I like the cowl, though, and will probably make myself one if we get some colors that don't look like snack chips.

OK...I have been sitting here long enough.  FitBert is probably not too happy with me, so off I go to climb some stairs or something for a little while.  

I hope you had a good Memorial Day.  Stay tuned for the June Swirl.  

PS.  I feel like I should say, for the record, that the person who used the word "tablescape" is a wonderful person, who I like a lot.  I just think there is a lot of pressure out there in the interwebs to have this Ideal Lifestyle, and I don't want to be part of that.