Hello from Northern Michigan!

This post is a miracle because the WiFi here is basically non-existent this year. Uploading one photo takes about 10 minutes. The communications company that controls the Internet for this area is basically a one-woman show. When there’s connection issues, my dad calls and says, “Hi Gail, it’s me, Rik.”

Every year when we visit my dad’s cottage in Northern Michigan, we go full summer camp mode–arts & crafts every day. We’ve done a handful of jewelry projects over the years, working with Shrinky Dinks, resin, beads and this year leather/pleather. The result? Earrings and bracelets for days! And they were so easy to make!

Here’s what we used:

36 Assorted Colors PU Leather Sheets – We ordered the big rainbow pack because we wanted lots of colors to choose from (both vivid and earthy) and knew we wanted to make a lot of things, and there’s enough here to make a hundred pairs of earrings and more. There are cheaper packs with less sheets and colors like this one though.

Unfinished Leather Snap Bracelets – We bought a pack at Michael’s but the ones linked here are very similar.

Jewelry Making Supply Kit – So much cheaper to buy it in a kit than to individually buy everything. From the kit, we used the jump rings (to attach the leather “chimes” that dangle on the rainbow earrings), needle nose pliers (to open and close the jump rings) and earring hooks.

Acrylic Paints and tiny brushes (you can use any, but this is the set we have up here)

Craft Glue – We bought a super glue from the craft store that listed leather on the front, but I’m sure there are several types of glue you can use. The glue is for layering leather sheets.

Scissors

A large needle (for poking holes into the leather)

The leather camp bracelets were super easy, even for the little kids. Just paint with acrylic paints and/or permanent markers. We kept the retro camp theme going and painted Hudson Bay stripes and campy patterns.

For the earrings, we did a total free style and played around with cutting shapes, making sure to make two of everything for each ear. Glue works for stacking shapes…

And to make anything dangle, we poked a hole (using the needle) and added a jump ring to connect leather pieces.

We used the needle to poke a hole for the earring hook at the top of our design too.

You can use the acrylic paints to add any additional designs like the polka dots on this 80’s-inspired pair…

…or like the lines and metallic gold background on Lainey’s feather pair.

Lainey wants to make a bunch more to sell at Gary’s table at the Farmer’s Market this weekend. We might be busy.

Why is crafting in the woods so much more fun than crafting at home!?

This week, Brett and I celebrated thirteen years of marriage. In keeping with life’s family demands right now, we scratched plans to go out and settled for a night at home with takeout that turned out to be sadly mediocre. I fell asleep at ten, he stayed up until midnight. Happy Anniversary…and they lived happily ever after.

Thirteen years ago when we gripped each other’s hands (seriously, that hand grip!) and proudly marched out of that chapel a married couple, we were starry-eyed dreamers, committed to working out the kinks of a blended family, excited by the idea of adding more kids, lost in a sea of love. Our wedding was magic–everyone we love gathered around us with such electric excitement for Us–Good God, I thought our love could fuel the world that night. When “Love Shack” played at our reception, Brett ripped off half his suit and danced like they were passing out awards for enthusiasm (a rarity, I tell you). Enthusiasm–that’s what we had, for each other and all the possibilities for our family.

That family is what we’ve focused on for the past thirteen years, and we’ve done good. Sure, there have been hiccups–it gets tricky with blended families–but I’m proud of the way we’ve navigated raising kids together. Lately though, I’m more proud of us–just the two of us–and how we’ve shifted some of the focus away from “Family’s all that matters!” and “It’s for the kids!” back to where it all began.

Marriage is hard to begin with, but when you add the inevitable stress of raising a family–busy schedules, annoying habits, bills, home improvements, jobs, the way we change over the years and the stories we tell ourselves about each other and those changes–“hard” doesn’t begin to describe what it really takes to stay connected. Marriage enthusiasm is one of the most vulnerable of all our commodities–and yet the easiest target for erosion. Neglect. Death by starvation. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a few times over the past five years that we have changed too much as people and that our marriage was held together more by the kids and our love for our family than our commitment to each other. Until we stopped telling ourselves “this is just the way it is” and fought for more.

This year we started marriage therapy for the first time, not because we were in trouble–but because I knew that if we didn’t commit to trying some new things now and learning new ways we could support each other, we could be in trouble years from now when the kids aren’t the center of our focus. I think marriage therapy still has so many negative connotations as if it’s a sign that couples are on the brink of divorce when really, the healthiest marriages I know commit to regular or at least “I’ll take a top-off on my coffee to warm it up” therapy. Therapy is much like going to the gym–commit to consistent exercise earlier so that you don’t wake up one day, out of breath and out of shape, wishing you would have paid more attention to your body earlier.

The verdict on therapy? We absolutely love it. It’s not a miracle worker–you still have to do the work yourself–but, for us, it’s recalibrated our relationship and restored some clear goals for our connection that had gotten murky over the years.

A few things we’ve noted that we love about therapy:

Scheduled Intimacy
It’s in the calendar. Once a week, we sit next to each other on a couch and talk about us…really talk. And once a week, we walk out of that office holding hands, more connected and grateful for each other. It’s hard to find an hour of intimacy in our daily schedule; and even on a date night, talking deep about our relationship and what we need from each other isn’t exactly either of our idea of a fun night. Making time for it with therapy has created intimacy in a way neither of us expected. And then there’s less pressure during the week to approach intimidating conversations because we know we have a space for them.

Commitment
The fact that we’re there every week–and like to be there–is a huge statement in itself to each other and our family. We are committed to being the best we can be. That’s our anthem. We can’t fall back on stories of “You don’t care” or “You’re not trying.” Knowing that we are doing real work to make our marriage as good as it can be is motivating and assuring. An athlete who is training for a marathon isn’t plagued with “I wish I was doing more to move my body” thoughts because they’re doing it!

Third Party Prompts
When there’s a kind, trained professional initiating conversation, we both come in open and willing rather than approaching a subject in the heat of the moment after a trigger. There’s no nagging, no intimidating “Can we talk?”, no annoyed “You’re bringing this up again?”, no resentment, no avoiding a conversation, no getting no where. The only purpose behind everything we talk about is understanding each other better, communicating better and being the best we can be. I’m a talker, Brett isn’t, and our therapist knows how to bridge that gap beautifully without having to have me be the “starter” for every conversation. The practice of talking more in therapy is helping us do it naturally at home too!

Relearning a Language
When we were first dating, we did the whole crash course in learning about each other’s pasts–our upbringings, our stories, etc. So much of who we are today is because of our past, and yet we don’t really talk about that anymore. Digging back into the stories of who we are and why has been like relearning a language we both forgot. There’s so much more patience and understanding for each other when we make room to talk about the whole of who we are–not to mention appreciation for the ways we are different–something that has felt polarizing in the past. Our differences are often our glue.

Accountability
Perhaps my favorite thing about therapy is the clear accountability for both of us. We have homework every week, and every week starts by talking about what that homework looked like and how we are feeling about it. Instead of loose “let’s do better at this” promises, therapy helps us break things down into specific measurable goals–some of them as simple as committing to hugging or kissing every time Brett departs for work and every time he walks back in the door at the end of the day. Some homework starts with, “This might feel awkward, but that’s okay…” The accountability part of therapy has been so productive for us, and it’s amazing how quickly an awkward assignment becomes a natural part of our routine.

If anything, therapy has been really fun for us–something new to explore. It helps that we have a great therapist, recommended from a very trusted friend and psychologist. And committing to it definitely counts as one of those responsibilities that makes me feel like a bonafide grown-up–like buying a vacuum or walking into our accountant’s office to sign papers. Adults don’t wait for things to happen. They make them happen.

Celebrating 13 years, so happy and grateful to be with someone I love, the calm yin to my over-the-top yang.