Monday, March 23, 2009

It started with a giant pita.

Danielle calls it sparkle. Cjane has referred to it as spice. I once called it my groove. At my wedding luncheon, my dad said it was my spunk. Whatever you label it, mine had gone missing.

I wasn't morose or anything. My life was good, and I was grateful. But I felt stale. Flat. Blah. I think maybe my groove got lost in the month of mucous or in the drama of weaning, which is incredibly emotionally taxing in ways that I totally cannot explain. Whatever the case may be, I wanted to find it again, but couldn't seem to get myself jazzed.

Then I woke up Friday morning. As both boys ended up in our bed for a giant family snuggle I looked at Taylor and pleaded, "Oh man, can't you just stay home with us today?" His response shocked me. "If you promise we'll do something really fun, then I'll take a vacation day." Done. And suddenly we had dropped our gents off with my mother-in-law and were driving through the forest that is I-5 on our way to Portland.

The car felt strangely quiet. The backseat looked cavernous without car seats. We were alone. (Wow!) We sauntered up the freeway, stopping in whatever small Oregon town we pleased to browse at antiques or have a hamburger at an old (haunted?) soda fountain.

I felt it coming back.

When we got to Portland we picked up Taylor's brother, Dan, and his cute new girlfriend, Marissa. We drove immediately to Nicholas's Lebanese restaurant that Taylor has been raving about for months.

And there it was! My groove, my mojo, my sparkle--whatever! That giant pita had me so riveted that I couldn't stop talking about it and touching it (and digesting it). I was excited. I was happy. I was enthused. (Over a pita? Seriously? Wow.)

The rest of the weekend only served to strengthen such a sparkle. An hour at Powell's (GIANT) book store, checking out the new award winners and finding some sweet old copies of Little Women and Tom Sawyer. Bashing around the Pearl District. Coming away with project ideas and vintage buttons and mismatched knobs for the desk that I'm remotivated to paint. Getting to see Anna Maria Horner fabric in real life and challenging myself to learn how to sew skirts and dresses. Feeling hip enough for Portland in my black car coat and pencil jeans. Spending a night in a suite with just my husband and getting to wake up whenever we pleased. Flipping through as many magazines as I possibly could. Dreaming of living the city life. And feeling grateful to return home to our 3-stoplight-town.

Most sparkly of all? When we returned home we discovered two happy babes (one who now drank from a bottle successfully--talk about your serendipity), who had never looked more darling or loveable.

15 comments:

danielle said...

Well what a fabulous weekend. I ask Trav that same question about staying home from work sometimes too...but I have yet to get him to say yes. You guys are so fun and spontaneous!

And does that mean that Rog is successfully weaned? I think I can understand the complex feelings associated with that process. We haven't started it yet, but I am kind of sad just thinking about it.

liz said...

Lucky you! Can I come next time? Or is part of the sparkle being alone with your cute husband? I'm so glad you have a kind, available mother-in-law to facilitate an activity like that. Can't wait to see you!

Katie said...

I call it my flair! I'm glad you got your sparkle back and had a great weekend!

Emily Anne said...

oh my goodness! how charming and fun! So glad you found your groove/sparkle (bless that pita), and some great books, too.
can't wait to see your desk.

thanks for linking to the giveaway, too; you're a gem.

Emily Anne said...

ps this was so charmingly written, Anne; just reading it was a little escape :)

Sugar... said...

Remember that movie (or was it a book?), "How Stella Got Her Groove Back"? That's what this post reminded me of! You got your groove back! As a mother I get in those stumps more often than I'd like to admit, and Jeff will take charge, call a sitter, and sweep me off my feet for a few hours of complete bliss! And your pita reminded me of a date Jeff and I had back in like October I think. We went to Barnes and Noble, browsed quite a few sections, and then sat in their little cafe and had the best darn hot chocolate I've ever tasted! It's amazing what that food can do to you!!

Sugar... said...

Oh, and how jealous am I of your pencil jeans!!

Jen said...

I love it! I bet you had so much fun. If you are interested Kari and I are going to be making a skirt this week. Come on over if you are interested. :)

Melissa said...

That sounds so fun. We did the same thing when I was weaning Soren. We left him with the grandparents overnight and when we came back he had started taking a bottle. I am glad you got to get away.

The Lindsey Ladies said...

I didn't realize it was just you two that went, that is fantastic! Glad you are feeling back to your old dazzling self (although I never thought you lost it!).

Sarah R. said...

I am so jealous of your fun week-end! One day, I too will getaway with just my husband! ... One day...

The Ramptons said...

Good for you Anne. Way to love life. That sounds like so much fun, I want a giant pita and to sleep in. SO FUN! Mostly I want a mother or mother-in-law to live close so I can do that! I am so very happy that you had a great couple of days. And PS I think I have eaten at that very soda fountain. Yum-O. Tolly's? Is that what it is called?

Anonymous said...

I love Tollys! Such a great classic place to hit on your way up North. I need to get away.....

BirdBrain said...

I LOOOOOVE Nicholas's restaurant, and Powell's! This post reminds me why I miss Portland so much. What a great weekend!

Brianne said...

How fun! Nothing beats successful spontanaity (not a real word or just misspelled.)