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50 Journal Prompts to get through Quarantine
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- Create Health Heart Hippie
- 22 April 2020
Holy smokes, I don’t know about you but my anxiety has been through the roof lately! I feel like the mom in Pride and Prejudice, with “tremblings, such flutterings all over me– such spasms in my side and pains in my head, and such beatings at heart, that I can get no rest by night […]

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Rain, Little Kidneys & COVID-19
- Missy
- Family Health Kids
- 8 April 2020
Where to even begin? Take a seat, COVID, it’s not your turn. Before the Storm When March rolled around, I had no idea the mayhem that laid in store. I was excited for Birthday Month, well, as excited as someone in their late 30s can be about birthday month. With our trucking business fully staffed […]

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DIY, Chaos, and Embracing the Process
- Missy
- DIY Heart
- 5 April 2016
If you’re following along on Instagram, you know I opened a Pandora’s Box of DIY craziness 8 weeks ago. I’m almost embarrassed to type that, 8 weeks! 2 months of living in a disaster area and not a ton to show for it so far. I haven’t posted much about it all because I had […]

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Welcome to Gypsy Magpie, my little creative happy place. Here you’ll find an eclectic mix of things that bring me joy. From family, DIY, food, and crafts, to nature loving, repurposing, spirituality, gardening, vintage fun, and all things home, with a sprinkling of hippie-ness and a hefty dose of heart. Come along for the ride as I grow some roots to balance my wings.

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No, these aren’t perfectly staged Insta-worthy p

No, these aren’t perfectly staged Insta-worthy photos but I just really don’t care and my grandma wouldn’t either so I’m gonna share anyway.⁣
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When I was a girl, we lived with my Great Grandma Anderson. We helped take care of her that last little bit of her life. I was only a tiny kid but to this day I vividly remember. She just had this way about her that made me feel like I was loved. Seen. Wanted. Madeline was something special. And she’s been my person ever since. After she passed, I’m pretty sure she took up the all consuming job of watching over me. Poor dear. I’ve felt her near over and over again throughout the years. I’m so grateful because oh man, I needed her.⁣
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Grandma made this quilt for my parents wedding, 40 years ago. My dad loved it to rags... He misses his grandma as much as I do. So for Father’s Day, I stole the quilt and remade it. It took me hours and hours of work, a little blood, and quite a few tears. I’ll never be known for my quilting skills, that’s for sure! There isn’t a straight stitch in the whole dang thing. But isn’t that the story of life? Pieced together one crooked stitch at a time. Unpicking, reworking, messing up, learning, patching holes, building on what came before.⁣
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Working alongside great grandma these last few weeks has been an experience I’ll never forget. As my hands laid where her’s once did, I felt her love for me as strong as I did as a 4 year old girl. Her old quilt is far from perfect, but it’s perfect for Dad and that’s good enough for me. ⁣
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She left me better than she found me, then and now. That is her legacy. That is the kind of woman I want to be.

She’s a royal pain in the fanny, but she knows h

She’s a royal pain in the fanny, but she knows how to stop, drop, and pose for a good pic. ⁣
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So I guess there’s that.

Because my family and friends should never have to

Because my family and friends should never have to walk this alone.
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Beautiful artwork from @caropeony

Hey girl. ⁣ ⁣ Don’t get caught up comparing

Hey girl. ⁣
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Don’t get caught up comparing your squares to some other chick’s. Because right outside that pretty frame, her husband’s giant mutt just peed a lake on her rug. 💦

This pandemic and my daughter’s newly diagnosed

This pandemic and my daughter’s newly diagnosed health condition have changed everything. Forcing me to take a step back and reimagine what the coming summer months will be. We were going to see Disneyland for the first time since my youngest babe fit in a front pack. We had camps, trips, and weddings all planned. But those plans have fallen to pieces at our feet. Though I am sad for what I have lost, I am also grateful for what I’ve gained. Time. Time to play games with my kids. To breathe deep. Time to make real food. To take walks with my man. To eat and see, feel and write. To slow down. These past months have been so stressful and hard, but they’ve been precious too. Things aren’t always happy or sad... life is a little of every emotion all rolled into one messy, wondrous experience after another.⁣
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I don’t know what the days ahead hold but I hope there is time for the good stuff. Like late night chapters of Where the Red Fern Grows and hammocks holding grass covered 10 year old toes.

There aren’t many photos with me in them. I cons

There aren’t many photos with me in them. I constantly have a camera in my hand but I’ve never been very comfortable on the other side of one. My husband snuck this pic on our camping trip last week. It’s really not all that flattering. No makeup. Boots with sweats and flannel. But, when my kids look back, I hope this is the mama they see. The one who taught them how to reconnect to what matters on dusty mountain roads, sang around the campfire, and stayed up too late reading stories by flashlight. Lover of flowers, old things, hammocks, and fairy lights. Hugger of trees. Seeker of magic among the ordinary. ⁣
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I haven’t felt beautiful since 3 kids ago. My body paid a hefty price to get them here and I’ve never been the same. But I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. Being their mama is the greatest adventure I have ever had. It’s time to start showing up in the photos and prove it.

Today was a rough one. My baby girl was fighting s

Today was a rough one. My baby girl was fighting some pretty big emotions. The steroid wasn’t playing nice. Thank goodness we get to start weaning her off soon. She’s lonely and wants me right by her side. I love her to the sun & stars, but Mama needs space and a little rest.⁣
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In an effort to keep her distracted, we tweaked a family recipe to create a lower sodium banana bread. She needs to learn these skills hands on, to know the how and why. As her meds decrease the strictness will relax, but she’ll always need to watch her salt. Salt. In everything. And it’s all so much for a 10 year old to process. She’s tired. I’m tired. But we’ll get there, one day at a time.

It’s no secret that I love springtime. I love ev

It’s no secret that I love springtime. I love every season change, they are each so unique and fascinating in their own respective ways. But there is just something about spring, the fresh budding blossoms or fuzzy baby animals, that makes me feel restored after a long mountain winter. Spring whispers to my soul that good things are to come.
I hurried to snap a few photos of this beautiful spring bouquet before our resident Sneezy comes home from work and tells me to release them back to nature. Be free, my beauties! Allergies are killjoys. 🤧

The girls named their chicks after Donna & The Dyn

The girls named their chicks after Donna & The Dynamos. Yep, Mamma Mia’s own Rosie, Tanya, and of course, Donna Sheridan, in her debut cameo photo above. What an attention hog. Poor Peggy is the oddball. I know the feeling, I’m the only M in a family full of Js. Seems fitting that she’d be the blonde. She should have been called Sophie but the youngest felt very passionately that she was a Peggy, so here we are. ⁣
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These babies will be grown in the blink of an eye, just like my babies. “Slipping through my fingers all the time.” My kids may not, but I will remember these moments and treasure them always.

Happiness is: that first little spring pea shootin

Happiness is: that first little spring pea shooting up through the dirt, reaching for the light 🌱

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