Playdatin’

Posted on July 8, 2014 by heatherlauraclarke

I had eight mamas and 14 kids in my little house this morning! It sounds chaotic, and I suppose it was here and there, but mostly it was really great.

How did it end up being so many? IDK, really. I made casual plans with a few girls, and then told a few more girls as I saw them/talked to them, and then there was 22 of us, somehow. (And yes, we are girls, not women. My mom is a woman. I think think of myself as a girl.)

It was definitely the biggest playdate I have ever hosted. A few people joked it was like a birthday party, but it felt MUCH more chill than that to me. Yes, there was a lot of food, but not the level of detail/pressure/etc. that comes with a birthday party.

I share a lot of pics over on Instagram — it’s rad, right?

I was nervous when I woke up to dark skies, but the weather cleared and we were able to get outside for part of the morning — even shooed most of the kids outside to eat their snack, which was great. Thank God for gated-off decks!

I always say I’m not a natural hostess — I’m really not — because I often get stressed out about events and worry about having too many people crowded into my little house, or running out of food. But after everyone had left today, I felt good about the playdate.

Sure, there were loud moments (with kids ranging from eight months to four years, that’s expected), but it was awesome to see everyone. It was a good reminder that I don’t need to be stressed out about having people over.

And any excuse to eat cookies at 10 a.m. is good, right?

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)