I’m Happy . . . and it feels good.


We escaped to the Cities for a long weekend with the kids and it was great to get away and spend quality time as a family without the distractions of home.  I was again reminded that my life is very blessed.

Upon returning home from our long weekend, the sun and warm weather FINALLY returned to the northwoods.  I don’t know if it was the sun or vitamin D pulsing through my veins but I had quite possibly the best week ever.

The week started with a fabulously relaxing yoga session and ran into an old derby friend, I then went grocery shopping where I spent $120 for a weeks worth of groceries due to some killer coupons. SCORE!!

Tuesday was the most perfect day EVER, I woke up and rode the kids to school on their bikes, ran into 2 more friends and caught up, I did 5 loads of laundry and hung them out on the line (heaven!!), cleaned the house, prepped dinner, rode back and picked up the kids from school, we stopped over for them to play at a park, then back home for snack, a little outdoor playtime, dinner, a family game of Scrabble and then a walk in the woods with a dear friend. I seriously could have died in my sleep that night and have been content.

Yesterday continued to be a great day.  Bike ride, pilates, dinner with friends and an amazing concert by Actual Wolf and Trampled by Turtles.

I can’t believe how different my life is right now from a year ago, but its like I am living the life I am supposed to be.

All I have to say, Life is Good.


Hello, My name is Sarah and I am a sew-a-holic.

Olivia for the past couple of months has desperately wanted to sew and design her own clothing.  In fact, she received a creative award from her Kindergarten teacher in which she was named a future fashion designer.  Not 100% sure where this came from, but as we say here in the Bignall Family, “Let your freak flag fly!”

On a recent trip to Duluth we purchased a small and crappy sewing machine.  Seriously, this is one of the WORST creations ever.  Trying not to discourage Olivia’s creativity, I fashioned a dress form for her American Girl doll out of duct tape and batting.  Olivia went crazy on making her own creations, but still struggled with the construction of them once she got them pinned on there. Enter my obsessive compulsiveness.

The Addiction Takes Hold

It all started quite innocently as all addictions do I am sure, it started small.  Feeling inspired by some upcylced clothing Liv and I saw, we set out to design some re-purposed clothing of our own.  We started with an old tank and came up with this creations which I like to say is Grecian inspired.  Very cute, its all innocent enough

I just need one more fix . . .

Grecian dress turned into racer back dress, which turned into a small wrap, which turned into a me cutting up my old Poison t-shirt for a rocker look.  I then found myself savaging the house for the perfect shade of red in a 100% cotton jersey knit shirt.  Sure I might have just bought that last month, but it was for a good cause.  Right . . .

I would like to share with you that the obsession stopped there, but no.  It did not.

I need to be  fair to both kids. The kids, right .. .

Ethan started feeling left out my all the creations that were being made so I HAD to make him something. This sparked a series of original creations.  And the addiction continued to grow.

These sleep pants turned into this. A simple pillowcase dress that needed to be jazzed up a bit.

And Here We Are

I would like to say that I stopped there, but I didn’t.  I ended up creating another dress for Liv off the same pillowcase this morning on a rare morning off of work.   I had intended to clean the house, workout or do something else otherwise productive, but instead I made another dress.

While I know spending this much time crafting is probably a bit compulsive, it has been a great stress reliever and I have found that the creativity I thought I had lost so many years ago is still there inside me.  I fully intend on scaling back the creations as 7 pieces in 4 days is a bit ridiculous, but like any junkie, I won’t give it completely up.

Sarah’s Adventures in Weight Loss – Zumba

ZumbaFor years I have struggled to get and remain in shape.  I get motivated, I loose some weight, I loose motivation and I end up where I started.  It’s a nasty cycle that seems to continue. In my attempt in creating my “New Leaf,” my mental, physical and spiritual self is also being tackled in this process.

For the most part I eat healthy, I perhaps enjoy evening cocktails too much, but a girl has to have her vices, right?  I know my definite downfall is the lack of CONSISTENT activity and exercise. This week I decided to schedule workouts into my weekly planner starting with a modest 3 days a week and hope to work towards 5 days a week.

Yesterday, I decided to try the Zumba class at the Y.  While I skeptical and thought I would be the oldest person in the class, I was pleasantly surprised to find out the instructor was a classmate of mine and in fact I was probably one of the younger ones there.

The class was fast paced and fun.  It was sort of like being on a set of a movie where everyone spontaneously breaks out into song and dance. Best part was (according to my Garmin HRM) I burned an impressive 447 calories!!

Not bad, I plan on returning next week to burn some more calories.  And thanks Aubrey for the workout!

A Case of the Crabbies

Have you ever woke up and knew that today was is going to be a bad day?  I did and it started with dreams about math problems.

Within the first hour of waking, I managed to dump a gallon of water on the floor when the lid on the dog fountain didn’t latch, my new laptop bag was 1/2 inch too small to fit my laptop AND Ethan managed to cut his finger on a pair of child-safe scissors.

In the scheme of things, all of these aren’t a big deal.  Everyone in the family is well and healthy.  I have a roof over my head and food to eat.  Still I was in a foul mood for the better part of 2 days.  Is this just a mom’s coping mechanism?

Are you feeling ok?

We were invited to a friends house for a BBQ on Saturday.  With my anxiety at an all time high about Olivia’s first day of school,  I thought an evening to unwind would be perfect. Some adult conversation and the kids can hang out with some new friends.

While chatting with my friend Danielle, I noticed a small rashy area that itched like crazy.  Since we had been outside I chalked it up to nothing more than a bug bite.  As I was talking to Danielle she stopped to ask if I was feeling ok.  I said sure, why.  I looked down and both of my arms and chest were covered in hives.

I went in the house and Megan graciously gave me some anti-histamine caplets and spray.  My anxiety of Liv entering Kindergarten had actually caused me to break out in hives!!!  Hives!  Talk about a stress load.  Thankful this then prompt a much needed conversation with the other mom’s about sending their babies off to kindergarten.  After this I felt much better that I will survive the first day of school.  Thanks other moms for the support!!!