a new desk

our home is a cape cod style farmhouse.  this means that the upper section is two rooms divided by the top of a narrow staircase.  after being here three years the layout of the bedrooms the girls share have been rearranged about ten times by me.

i have a desk in one of our upstairs bedrooms given to me by a close friend.  it is well-made and will likely be used for years to come as i school three girls at home.  originally headed for craigslist, the desk and its partner dresser were slathered in white paint.

after staring somewhat sourly at the desk for months while nursing sweet S, it clicked for me as i was writing this post just why the desk has bothered me so much.  the white paint on the large piece made the curves of the wood garish and too imposing amid our eclectic design style.  while changing around items in the upstairs bedrooms again last week (as i feel driven to do every four months or so) inspiration on dealing with the desk finally blossomed for me and a coping color scheme was born!   removal of the vinyl maroon seat cover was also part of my plan.  once painting was completed twice and dry-time done, miss C and i rooted around my fabric stash.   we both swooned at the beauty memory of one of my favorite prints ever and it was our winner.we are all pleased with the new look.  well, i am.  my assistants think it should have a bit more glossy pink going on.  perhaps next time i am craving desk change they will convince me.  (i’m sure it would be easy for them.  i am already imagining the drawers staying gray while the desk body is a gleaming hue of cotton candy pink.)


treasure chest

i want to write about the process of holding these pieces in my hands and the grandmother they came from yesterday.  but it’s too intimate just yet.

since purchasing this home three years ago i have constructed many mental diagrams of where to lovingly display some of the sentimental items from generations past.  i haven’t settled on one to suit maintaining the items as we wait to give them to our daughters.  perhaps i need to look to the personality of the individuals they came from and use that to inform my display framework.

another idea i am thinking on is a flexible display that i can use to help teach the girls about our family members as a tangible history project.  they are naturally curious and motivated to discover the stories of great-grandparents and others they did not have the chance to know.

almost behind us

july brought:

+ camping out under the starry, sweltering sky at home and among the birdsongs elsewhere for miss C.

+ many listens to 24 popular show tunes courtesy of the drama class miss C is participating in. “Honey Bun” made the cut as her pick for the final performance.  it has been practiced so often around our home even sweet S has learned the tune and sings it baby-style.

+ three impromptu dance numbers performed by me and miss C.  mock broadway dancing made for wonderful laughter and connection.

+ fireworks flashing across the sky just beyond the back part of our country porch.  (i love fireworks.)  it was magical to see the surprise show of them as i stood beside my beloved r sweetapple and miss C.

+ an adventure together on a rarely cool saturday has inspired each of us since returning home.  it has encouraged me to consider more hours-long discovery outings. it is a gift to be able to watch each child process the experience.

+ r and i enjoyed a day together at home on our own.  i love the quiet, secret happy of date days.  he planted an oak tree in the morning.  we shared a terrible meal together at a local dive in the afternoon.

+ two goldfish selected by lovely L and miss C.  we took a break after the previous few had gone on to the fishy spirit side.  the glow and sound of the tank reminds me of lovely L’s newborn days.  we used to cuddle up and nurse by its’ light when she was still so tiny and working on getting used to being in the world.

+ sweet S’s first set of calloused feet.  i recognize this means i must finally accept her toddlerhood and my mothering heart must shift from swaddle to bravery mode.  she is ready.  i can pretend well that i am.