Footloose and Fancy-Free

With The Cuties off at sleep away camp I am not responsible for checking in on, providing for, meeting up with, or otherwise merely keeping alive another human being for the first time in 11 years, 8 months and 29 days.

Not that I counted or anything.

So how have I spent my first four days of such bliss?

Indulging at the spa?  Gourmet dining? Shoe shopping extravaganzas?

Not so much.

I started off with a bang and had a full dental exam and teeth cleaning, followed by an eye exam and a rather depressing conversation about my age and needing to be more responsible about wearing reading glasses on a regular basis.

I think these are pretty cute.  Well look at that, I just snuck in a little shopping.

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I’ve mentioned before that I have Crohn’s Disease, and so that night I had the pleasure of prepping for my annual colonoscopy.

Good times, people.  Good times. ;-)

The next day was the actual procedure {which went fine}, and then I promptly napped and took it easy the rest of the day per doctor’s orders.  Which also included no driving and no cocktails.  As if having a colonoscopy isn’t a complete and total killjoy.

Today I had my annual visit to the Ob/Gyn {ladies, please remember to do this each and every year!}, followed by a Remicade infusion {the IV medication I receive for my Crohn’s Disease every other month}, a follow-up visit with my Gastroenterologist, a physical and an EKG.

Do I know how to par-tay or what?

I’ve ended my visit up North with a concert in the park and a chance to visit with many friends {cocktails included tonight!}.  I miss them all quite a bit and wish I had more time, but there are projects beckoning down South and visitors soon arriving.

I do have to mention the true definition of amazing friends.  My hosts not only put me up while I was in town, but put up with my crazy schedule, and drove me to and from a colonoscopy.  That goes down in the history books as above and beyond the call of duty, even if your girlfriend happens to be a nurse.

I have a few bandaids from needles this week, but I also have some pretty fabulous friends.

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It Was Quite the Day

The Cuties and I left The Happy Place for yet another rather special destination.

We did not travel lightly.

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{I told you so}.

Bright and early this morning The Cuties stepped onto the bus to head off to summer camp, making them the third generation of girls in my family to go to this very special place.  I was a camper for six years and a counselor there another year after that, and Camp had such a profound impact on my life that I’m fairly certain my husband’s and my dating went something like this:

Him: I love you.

Me: I love you too.  Now you know if we get married and have daughters some day they have to go to my camp.  Not just any camp, but my camp.

I am nothing if not subtle.

And then somewhere along the way we actually did get married and have children with two very distinct personalities and issues, and needs and things that make them special and sparkle.  And I had the opportunity to attend a reunion weekend back at my camp and speak with the directors about real live camp today in the modern world and not just the memories that live in my heart.  And I was even more convinced they had to go there.

And thankfully the man I married believed me and believed in camp.

Because not only did I see big smiley faces on the camp website of my Cuties with their new counselors and cabin mates tonight, but these words arrived in my inbox from the camp blog:

“One important goal we have for everyone at camp, campers and staff members alike, is for each person to relax and be her authentic self. If the real world pushes us to conform to lofty ideals of achievement and expectations of beauty, we want camp to be a haven from those pressures….I think part of the secret of camp and part of what makes it such successful sanctuary for girls is the nature and strength of the relationships that form our community. As I have mentioned before, camp is an intentionally constructed community staffed by a group of well-trained, caring adult role models who know the importance of compassion, resilience, and contribution. Instead of competition, we applaud communication and cooperation. Instead of insecurities and self-doubt, we inject genuine encouragement. Instead of being left out or ignored, girls here find a place of listening, respect, and care.”

That kind of attitude right there is what made me more than OK with sending my Cuties off and knowing they were going to have an amazing summer.

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{grimaces are from looking into the sun ~ they were nothing but smiles, I promise!}

Learning to water ski, reach the top of the climbing wall, throw a wheel in pottery and the art of sneaking a full tray of Rice Krispie treats from the kitchen are all just icing on the cake!

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 And I titled this post “It Was Quite a Day” because it was.  After I dropped the Cuties off at the camp bus, I headed to the airport.

The same Chicago airport I had arrived at the day before.  I returned my rental car, walked in and looked at the departing flights.  And promptly saw none to my destination city.  At which point it occurred to me to reach in my bag and look at my confirmation print out.

Which had my flying out of the other airport in Chicago.

GULP.

The rental car company would not let me take my car back, despite it literally being right where I had left it 90 seconds prior, with the keys in it because – and I quote – they had already issued a receipt.

So I rushed to the terminal, hoping to catch the shuttle bus, only to find out it had just left.  So I hopped in a pricey taxi, rushed in, checked my bag, tapped my foot anxiously while watching the people in security in front of me try and send through bottles of water and made it to my gate at the right airport in the nick of time.

Only to board the plane and sit on the runway for over an hour!

It was definitely a distraction from missing my Cuties, that’s for sure :-)

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We Should All Come Back as The Cuties

I never doubted our kids led a good life.

But to recap…

Big and Little Cutie skied for the first time in Nagano, Japan.

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You know, where they held the Olympics.  That Nagano.

I learned to ski for the first time on a little mountain hill in West Virginia.

And today, Big Cutie played her first nine holes of golf.

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At the same resort where the PGA Championship was held last year.  That PGA.

I first played golf on a public course with no carts.

Dear Mom and Dad ~ I’ve never learned how to sail a catamaran.  I think there’s still time to have at least one experience that surpasses that of my daughters!  You know where to find me.  Love, Your Eldest Daughter :-)

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News from The Happy Place

The Cuties and I have been Stateside for about two weeks now.

It took almost 24 hours from the time we started our journey in Tokyo until we dropped our suitcases at The Happy Place, AKA Kiawah Island, South Carolina.

And it was worth every minute of it.

I start each day with breakfast on the porch, and this view ~

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We’ve met our new neighbor, and have agreed to coexist peacefully ~

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I’ve drunk an Arnold Palmer every single day ~

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Every day the weather has been nice has found us either at one of the pools ~

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or boogie boarding and sand castle-building at the beach {this week we had cousins join us!} ~

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We had one set of grandparents come visit ~

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Big Cutie once again beat me in our annual pecan pie-eating contest ~

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Little Cutie got to pet a baby gator ~

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We met the most talented balloon artist ever!

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The Cuties spotted a dozen dolphins on their Poppy’s boat ~

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While I claimed my favorite napping spot of the past two decades ~

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We’ve been to the Lilly store.  Twice.

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And all the grandchildren had a slumber party with Grammy & Poppy.

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The best part of all is that DADDY ARRIVES tomorrow from Tokyo and will get to spend time with us at The Happy Place!!!  Which automatically makes it The Extra-Happy Place for me and The Cuties.

Although I will confess, the car rental’s little mistake and failing to have my basic SUV and offering me this instead at my Priceline rate to drive around in kinda made things a little Happier as well! :-)

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Primping Pleasures

I’ll admit it, I like spas.

And nails, and getting my hair done and pretty much all things girly.

My love of pink and green and Lilly probably tipped you off at some point, didn’t it? ;-)

So imagine my delight the first time I went to get a manicure in Tokyo and discovered a quiet, serene environment, where I was whisked into my own private little room with a closed curtain and a lounge.

Yes, you read that right.  No simple chair, but rather, I recline.  It’s like Passover at the nail salon {I’m pretty sure exactly four readers even get that reference and they’re all related to me by blood or marriage!}.

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This is really not a flattering photo of me, but darling Yuka looks adorable in it, so I’m going to go ahead and suffer for the sake of the blog.  Besides, every time you see a “How to Post” and my nails look fabulous, it’s because of Yuka {when they look terrible it’s all my fault}.

You can get a pedicure at a salon in Tokyo, but I’ve yet to see a big massage chair with jacuzzi foot bath like we have in the States.  Instead, however, you can get a pedicure at home while sitting on your sofa, and get this ~ it’s actually a bargain compared to heading to the salon.  So when my husband heads off for a hard day at the office, and I’m in yoga pants looking extra-lazy in the morning, I explain myself away that I’m saving us money.

Today I even treated The Cuties to pedicures for the beach as well so we are sporting a full rainbow of toes in the Felt So Cute household.

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Finally, my greatest primping indulgence since moving to Japan has been eyelash extensions.  I’ll confess, it’s the perfect marriage of laziness and vanity if ever there was one.  I love not having to mess with eye makeup on a daily basis, and just add in a little liner and shadow for a night on the town if I want.  Even better, when at the beach, there’s no smearing or smudging!

lashesI know, I know.  I look ridiculous.

So these are my luxuries.

I draw the line at anything I have to ingest or inject.

Wait, I lied.

While it was my friends’ turn at lashes, I made chocolate chip cookies.

MANY were ingested.  By all.

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Shrine Sale Find

Shrine Sales have been one of the hidden surprises to life in Tokyo.

Held on the grounds of Shinto shrines, they are part antique sales and part flea markets.  With a cohort of girlfriends, I’ve attended one or two a month for over a year now, often under the tutelage, of our friend Jacqueline, better known as Tokyo Jinja, considered the expert on such matters.

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It’s fun to pour through the huge variety of old and sometimes “newish,” looking for treasures.  I’ve found some lovely things including vintage abaci for my husband’s study, beautiful blue and white porcelain geisha pillows and some very sweet cast iron rests for my sumi-e paintbrushes.  I try not to go looking for something specific because I never know what will be for sale that day or what will catch my eye.

Kimonos, obis and obijime are always plentiful ~

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Kokeshi dolls from very wee to rather large ~

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There’s always blue and white porcelain and after careful searching I’ve even found some lovely green to better coordinate with my decor {do you spy a bit?} ~

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Kashigata molds are often stacked in boxes ready to be looked through ~

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Some trips are clearly more fruitful than others and I’m often willing to come home with nothing or just a small kokeshi doll to add to my collection.

I have, however, been somewhat on the lookout for something serious.

I’ve told my husband I want to return to America with a tansu.  And so I’ve been looking.  At shrine sales and in antique stores around Tokyo.  But here’s my challenge: I’ve sold my house back in Connecticut so I’m not sure exactly where this “dream piece” should go.  And I have a storage unit filled with pieces I’ve collected over the years that I love and will keep and this new {old} piece of furniture needs to compliment those as well.  So I have some specific requirements in that I don’t want a step tansu, I want something on the smaller side, and I want minimal hardware.

And at this week’s trip to the Kawagoe Shrine Sale, about 25 miles north of Tokyo I finally hit the jackpot.  Less than ten minutes after I arrived, I rounded the bend and spied this beauty!

tansuBe still, my beating heart!

It was exactly what I wanted.  In every possible way, and a quick look at the price tag revealed a rock bottom price that was too good to be true.  I slid open the drawers, checked the hardware and quickly called Jacqueline over to confirm the loveliness of my find.

And a deal was made.

I gave cash to a woman whose language I barely spoke.  Scribbled my address and phone number on a piece of scrap paper, paid an extra $25 for delivery and took a photocopied piece of paper covered in Japanese writing purported to be a business card that could have said “See ya sucker” for all I knew.

And of course, because this is Japan, my doorbell rang promptly this afternoon as promised and I am now doing the happy dance around the apartment enjoying my tansu!

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A peek inside at the pretty drawers and storage.  You can see some of the obis I have that I use as runners on my table.  Folded in half they are the perfect size for my rental table, and are still intact to use on my longer dining room table in storage some day!

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Here are all my little guys and gals I’ve been collecting.

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This was totally worth skipping my art class to do.

Until I opened the American Club magazine the next morning and saw the loveliest article on my adorably incredible sumi-e senseis and a big photograph of them helping me paint.  And serious guilt set in.

I thought shopping was supposed to be therapy, not something that makes me need it!

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Sweet Dreams

I’m continuing to deal with any anxiety I have about The Cuties being gone for a month at overnight camp through Crafting Therapy.

I wonder if there’s a certification program for that?

Like most families, we have a bedtime ritual that involves spending time with each girl before tucking them in and saying goodnight.  I think this is one of the things I will miss the most this summer.

And while I know The Cuties will have a million and one distractions, wonderful counselors, and a cabin filled with new friends, it’s the time I suspect they may miss us the most as well.

And so I wanted them to have a little slice of home to snuggle up to at night.

Home+Summer usually = Lilly in our house, however I’m not so crazy that I’m sending that kind of clothing off to the lake and woods where I seriously hope my girls will be rolling in mud, throwing each other off the dock, and participating whole-heartedly in fights that involve various messy items.

So I turned to my stash of outgrown clothing, lined it with Heat and Bond, and cut out letters, spelling their names.  I then ironed the letters on to plain pillowcases.  Here’s what they looked like at this point:

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To better handle the daily wear and tear of kids and the industrial laundry facilities of a summer camp, I went back and sewed a straight stitch all around each letter.

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And they’re ready for the bunk beds!

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And just in case they’re missing a tuck in, they can sneak a peek inside, and know that Mommy and Daddy send their love even from far away!

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Poor husband and me have no one to tuck us in as we are each on separate continents when he has to head back to Japan to work and I’ll be at The Happy Place {I’m pretty sure I got the way better end of that deal, by the way!}.

Linked to:

Madigan Made, House of Hepworths

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