Aqua and brown...perfect for a Tween Queen.
You'd never know this dresser used to be purple...or that the floor was covered in icky carpeting.
The hook-crazed mama strikes again...and a magazine organizer helps keep everything in its place.
Yes, mildew. Evidently that's what happens when one leaves socks in their soccer bag after their Saturday morning game.
And stores them in the hot, humid, garage.
For two days.
What's grosser...the child in question had the nerve to try and just slip this laundry disaster in to the hamper.
Updated Tuesday morning: Thanks to Mom and Sally...a good soak in oxyclean and a hot water was has seemed to minimize the damage!
It also describes my frame of mind these days. Wednesday is check-up time. Again.
It's probably a sign of rude good health that I can see a day at Moffitt as an unplesant interruption of my week's routine. But I also see it as the end of my summer's reprieve. For three whole months I've been able to declare myself "well" and go about the business of living my life. Now I get to wait (and it is an all day process) and see if the label still applies or if another trip to chemoland is warranted.
So I pray.
I don't pray that the scans come out clean--God already knows the outcome of that one. I simply pray for grace to walk out whatever He has determined, in a manner that ultimately brings glory to Him. Don't get me wrong. Being sick again ranks right up there in the "things I NEVER want to happen" file. I just know that the plan for my life has already been determined and that I can't alter a day.
I also work.
My house is shiny, the Tween Queen bedroom is a funky aqua and chocolate haven, the refrigerator is full of meals for my time away, and my sewing machine has turned out goodies for several loved ones (Meredith and Beck, your packages are on the way!).
As I work, I find it's easier to pray. Together, work and prayer become my tonic...and I am truly anxious for nothing.
For Laurie...who wanted to know how the 'do was doing these days. Well, it's actually looking like maybe I look this way on purpose. This was Sunday morning at a champagne brunch for my little sis' birthday.
She's sharp as a tack--a retired interior designer who helped me to pick out the blue I used to paint the upstairs and who is badgering me to join the board of our HOA, lest we all get hit with extra assessment fees next year.
Most of the time, he can't remember my name (or the children's)--but he's unfailingly kind, complimentary and delighted to spend time with us.
A few weeks ago, the little guy fell asleep right about the time I needed to pick the princess up from elementary school . As he only naps about half the time now (the other half he sings to himself in bed and plays with his Elmo), I was desperate not to have to wake him up. I ran next door to throw myself on her mercy...would she sit in my living room for twenty minutes while I made the run?
She wasn't home. He was. I explained why I had come over.
"Oh. She's not here...would you let me?"
I wish I had words adequate to explain the raw need I saw in his face at that moment. He told me how he used to help with his sister's children, and with his own grandchildren.
I paused for a tick and sent up a "flare prayer". What was the worst thing that could happen while I was gone? I took a deep breath and said okay. He got his paper and followed me home, settled in on the sofa, and cheerfully waved me off.
It went off without a hitch...and he welcomed us home with a hug, taking the time to sit with the princess and ask how her day was. Ironically, as he was leaving he thanked me--even though I was the one being done a favor.
We have a standing date now--his wife reports that he looks forward to the days when the little guy is napping and he gets to babysit for those twenty minutes--and talks about them for the rest of the day.
I guess we never outgrow the need to be needed.
JCPenny white sale!).
th birthday. I have big plans for paint, rearranging furniture and lots and lots of funky ribbon embellished doodads for her room.
It's the same blue as the little guy's room...I loved the color that much.
Hand trim punches up my seven dollar window treatments.
IKEA shower curtain from my last Tempe run (sniff, sniff...). Gotta love baby wipes and Clorox wipes as part of the decor. I'm classy like that.
Yes, those ARE the official "UF Orange" and "UF Blue" Colors...what a mess to apply.
More hooks. Are you sensing an obsession, I mean, theme here?
Look how tidy his bookshelf is. Can you tell mom spent TWO HOURS in there throwing crud away (actually, that should read "neatening and organizing"? There are cute little drawers under his bed now for his extensive collection of comic books and magazines.
Hooray for my dh...he constructed and hung my cornice box last night. I will take credit for matching all of those segments of Gator plaid. His bean bag desperately needs a refill. I'm looking on suggestions on where to get it on the cheap.
The matching pillow shams...and a cute soccer pillow picked up on sale at Kohl's.
Reene gave her the PotteryBarn Kids quilt...now we need the pillow shams to go with it for a "daybed" look and to fill out this wall a bit.
Pig treasures and pictures of Abby.
DIY tour! The little guy's room was the first to get done. The artwork that is his "headboard" is made of panels painted by his cousin and big brother and sisters (featuring Muppets and trains, of course!). The curtain is my creation, and the buttons on it are crayons...to match the art theme of the comforter.
Gotta love the recycled IKEA bulletin boards. They currently feature "Breakfast with Elmo" photos. Don't tell him, but Grandma and Grandpa are sending a train table for the spot under them and the toy box will be relocated to under the window.
My eldest son's room has been the latest project--he picked a University of Florida theme as homage to his birthplace (Go Gators!). So far we've painted an orange and blue chair rail and I've sewn flanged pillow shams in a cool UF cotton print. (I was so impressed with myself--no pattern or anything). The cornice box is waiting on my faithful helper to build the frame, and as soon as we find a reasonably priced (used?) desk and chair, he'll be set.
My mom was down for a visit this weekend and she bought our eldest a new comforter set as an early birthday gift. This cascaded into a visit to JoAnn (for fabric and trim for the window treatment, not to mention some really cool clearance accessories), followed by a trip to Lowe's (for MORE paint--thank goodness her birthday isn't until October!) and an evening of sewing and trimming. We've also decided that while we want to Pergo her bedroom (the carpet is gross), the Phoenix housing market isn't cooperating, so we're going to get crazy and paint the concrete as a temporary fix. Hmm...I'm wondering how our marriage is going to handle that little project.
The Princess is loving her new bedroom and today I am refinishing a chair for her desk. Sanding it down was a study in archeology.
Base level--Scandinavian blond oak chair with rattan caned seat. Circa 1978?? (My parents were actually still married to each other at the time, so it's OLD).
Second level--Blond oak chair with peach/cream ticking striped seat covers. Circa 1992. I recovered them to use in our first apartment.
Third level--Firehouse red painted chair with white flowered seat cover. I refinished it for the desk in my daughter's shared bedroom about the time the Princess was born (2000).
Fourth level--Purple painted chair with jewel toned butterfly seat cover. We refinished it as part of an "extreme bedroom makeover" birthday gift for our eldest's 10th birthday.
The chair's newest incarnation is watermelon pink with a turquoise/pink/yellow flowered cover
New incarnation: Same desk, same chair, new look. Watermelon pink with turquoise/pink/yellow flowered seat cover.
(Do you think we've gotten our money's worth out of the chair?).