July 31, 2012

Sorry I haven’t been around in a while, I’ve been very, very busy.

Doing secret stuff.

That I will reveal at a later date.

Just kidding, that’s a lie.

There’s nothing secret happening in my life, unless you count the time that I ate the rest of the muy gigante bag of (insert junk food here), and replaced the bag by eating half of that too, and then not telling my husband, so he wouldn’t get mad at me and my diabetic coma state of slurred speech and blurred vision, and inability to move from the couch.

                            Errget Mah Fignets!

                            I don’t understand you, therefore I’m ignoring you.


But I think he was on to me.

The truth of the matter is. I’ve been busy with my needlepoint.

I wish I was joking on that one, but I’m not. Yes, it’s true, I am indeed a 85-year-old woman, and damn proud of it.


I’ll show you more photos when it’s all done, because I know you’re just dying to see it.

You see, it’s the perfect craft. I can do it anywhere, it requires small amounts of brain activity, and it keeps my  freakishly tiny and babyish hands busy, so I’m not munching mindlessly on bags of Famous Amos cookies, or instagraming more photos of my dog. Everybody wins.

My plan is to make it into a pillow, my plan is to have it look like I spent $150,00 at Jonathan Adler to acquire it, and my plan is to not botch the whole thing up, I’m 90% of the way done with it, and I haven’t made any huge mistakes, so I might just be successful in not being a screw up. I don’t think anyone is going to be convinced that I bought it at JA, because uh-ma-gah, have you seen their pillows??


But it’s a victory for me nonetheless.

Before I picked it off the shelf of, I knew nothing about needlepoint, I learned all the stitches from YouTube and hallelujah, I did them, correctly, and I’ve almost convinced myself that I’m awesome.

Except, then I remember that time when I tried to learn how to knit.

Knitting is dumb.


Go Bec! I’m amazed at what your baby hands are creating!

by Rebekah Pogue on July 31, 2012

Knitting is dumb. I tried to teach myself, and I ended up with a reallllllllyyyyyyy loooooonnnnngggggg string, and that was it.

by Kelly on July 31, 2012

so funny! you make me feel normal.

by melinda on July 31, 2012

Look at you! It’s beautiful!!!!

by Rhea on July 31, 2012

LOVE it!

by Dena Lucas on July 31, 2012

I need a productive mindless hobby. Maybe this is it! Better than iPad word games:)

by Sar on July 31, 2012

You’re awesome, Becks! So proud!

by Kelly on August 1, 2012

you’re awesome and funny. we should totally be friends.

by molly on September 5, 2012

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Old Pine


July 20, 2012

I recently became obsessed with this bloke, Ben Howard and his moody music. More appropriately, I became obsessed with his song Old Pine. And when I become obsessed with a song, it means that I want to nest inside the lyrics. I want to have lunch with the melody, and share my Snack Pack with the chorus. I want to wear it’s T-shirt and never give it back. I want to sing it every day and dance around it with ribbons attached to my arms, and be a non-ironic rhythmic dancer. Because it moves something inside me. It pulls me around and yanks me from side to side.

The song, Old Pine reminds me of the time we went up North in an RV and explored.


We didn’t know it as it was unfolding in front of us, but we were making memories that would last forever. We were filling up our eyeballs to the brim with untouched beauty, we were breathing freshness in all day long. We were standing, and living, and existing alongside nature, instead of pillaging through it.


We stood

Steady as the stars,

In the woods

So happy-hearted

And the warmth rang true inside these bones

As the old pine fell

We sang–just to bless the morning.








We were creating images in our brains that before we had only seen inside of movies or in glossy books that live on coffee tables.

And it was good.

* I didn’t want to watch the video before I wrote the post because I was afraid it was going to affect my mood about the song, and I wanted to get all my thoughts out and spill them all over this page before I saw it. So I waited, and after this post was fully composed, I finally watched the video, and oh my gosh, you guys, it’s like Ben and I were emotionally on the same exact page, and I borrowed his shirt, and we shared a Snack Pack, a chocolate one.



Sigh. Just what I needed. New music. Thanks Beckey. 🙂

by melinda on July 21, 2012

Does Pat know you’re sharing metaphorical Snack Packs with songs?

by Michelle on July 23, 2012

Gaaaaa. I love, love, love Ben Howard. Empty corridors. <3

by Sydnie on March 20, 2013

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Brums Vs. NYC


July 12, 2012


After being stuffed with German food, and being over stimulated on all things mid-century modern at Oma’s house in Jamestown, we traveled East to NYC.


We stayed in SoHo, among the cobblestone streets, and the occasional model sighting. Whenever I saw one, I’d slap Pat’s arm, and try to nonchalantly gawk. I can’t help my exuberance for all things waif-like and high fashion.


We saw some amazing fireworks off the Hudson River.


We went to the Natural History Museum to meet the dinosaurs.



(I am crushing your head)



After dinosaurs we went to FAO Schwartz.



And spoiled the children with a load of toys.


We also went to Brooklyn, where we realized that there are only people 30 years and younger living there, and they’re all ultra hipsters.

Bikes, mustaches, homemade beer, basically giving Portland a run for it’s money.



We explored the Chelsea Highline. Where everything was 10 degrees hotter. Clearly, I was super happy about that.


Central Parked it up.




This was the only photo of Pat and me together. Because traveling with our monsters in this crazy big city is hard, yo. And I felt like I never exhaled the entire time.


Please don’t run that close to the street!

Careful that dog might bite!

You want to eat, AGAIN?!

I was a collection of anxiety and nerves over things covered in urine, speeding taxis, and people that may or may not have been hobos.


But my children loved being in the city. They loved the hustle and the constant stream of things to see.


Especially Berlyn, she had this graceful ease about her while navigating the streets. It was as if she belonged there, she fit right in; she and NYC were simpatico.




I have a feeling we’ll all be back sooner rather than later.


Farewell New York, we’ll see you soon.


i just got back to the US and am visiting my parents in NJ-I’m bummed I missed you but looks like swell times in the city. Thats what we call it; the city-because there is no other real city. 🙂

by Kelly on July 13, 2012

NYC is the best. I try to get up there as often as possible, and since it’s only like $9 to ride the Megabus from Philadelphia to NY I’m pretty good at getting up there often.

My son wants to go there for his 7th birthday in March, because he is tired of living in “a super small town like Philadelphia” and wants to see what a busy city is like.

I’m glad you guys had fun!

by Lora on July 16, 2012

Um, can I go on your next family vacation? I love how you chronicled it with the fantastic pictures! (And I can’t believe I didn’t ask you about your trip last night at dinner!)

by Michelle on July 20, 2012

I often too have the same question:

“You want to eat, AGAIN!”

by Jessica on July 27, 2012

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Omas Haus


July 11, 2012

We made it.

Our plane did not disintegrate into a thousand flamey pieces, and we made it.

Five planes.

Did I tell you that?

We had to take five planes total for our trip. That’s a lot.

Well, whatever. Our kids loved flying, I didn’t have a panic attack, and Oma was grateful that we came out to see her.

Oma is Pat’s very German grandma, and her house is in this quaint town in upstate New York.




And this was her house:


Just kidding.

That is my house.

Just kidding.

It would suck to live there.

Because it snows.

But this house probably cost $150,000.

I don’t want to talk about it.

Inside Oma’s house were all these treasures. IMG_7757


And outside her home was a haven where nymphs exist and leaves are luminescent. And it smells like the color green, and the clouds look like they’re alive, constantly shifting and moving into new formations, and the trees are forever and forever.




And the grass was so florecesent, and the childlren were unsure what to do with all that freedom, but then they ran.

And played.

For hours.



I think it’s safe to say, I fell in love with Jamestown, NY.


and the tap water! Gah! The tap water!

I have family there and they rave about winning Best Tasting Tap Water since 1902 or something like that. They push it on me every time I’m there, which used to be more often because I come from not too far away.

And Lucille Ball is from there, I think.

It’s a gorgeous place. I hope you got to tour some of the surrounding area too. It’s amazing.
From June 15- August 15. Then it snows.

I’m glad you got to go.

by Lora on July 11, 2012

Wow! I have family there too! We always went there twice a year when I was a kid to visit my grandparents, aunts, and uncles. It was a 9 hour drive and felt like forever as a kid. The snow there is crazy!! Plus with the hills all over and the brick roads, it is so hard to drive around Jamestown in the winter. It is pretty, but the town has a horrible economy since the factories went out of business. I feel so bad for people out there because almost no one has a good job. Its cool to hear about other people with family out there! My grandmother has lived on Chataqua Lake in Lakewood, NY next to Jamestown for about 30 years and she loves it.

by Robin on July 11, 2012

It looks lovely- but it also looks muggy and buggy, two reasons California has been successful at luring people from the east coast. And we aren’t even talking about the winter. However, your belly is really cute!

by Maurine on July 11, 2012

I hope you took some of those treasures home with you. I’ve seen old perfume bottles at antique stores in Old Orange that go for more than you’d think they should go for.

by Michelle on July 23, 2012

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