Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Decorating. Some. So Far.

I'm slowly but surely unpacking and decorating. Emphasis on slowly.

I found these goodies in a box last week. Several family members travel a lot and bring me little trinkets from all over the world. My aunt brought me this painted egg  from the Ukraine.My brother-in-law brought me a piece of the Great Wall. Rachel found a shell in Venice. My father-in-law brought us a piece of mineral stone from the Netherlands. This is a very happy bowl.

These are Jane's favorite shoes in the whole wide world. Tiny Dorothy. They're her contribution to decorating.

So, here's the living room. I did not clean up toys, or stage, or, well, anything, for this picture. We have four gallons of white paint just waiting to cover up those beige walls. I'll be so happy when it's done.

I also took the plunge and hung a gallery wall. It happened in about fifteen minutes, on the fly. Things could have been much worse, but I'm sure I'll tweak it later. The window panels are flat sheets.They are my new favorite window treatment. Ahh...white walls, white curtains. Just in time for spring. Maybe. You know. If we can stop watching Chopped on our DVR and get off our duffs to actually paint.

I never in my life thought I would willingly own a large, brown, leather sectional. But guys, let me tell you, I get it now. When Jane face plants with cheese dip all over her mouth, or Mabel comes inside smelling like she wallowed on a dead skunk and jumps in the middle of it... it's awfully nice not to freak out and run around with a bottle of stain remover and Febreeze. I have pillow plans though. It needs some perking.

We needed a coffee table and settled on an old trunk. I love that it's an actual old trunk, with real steamer stickers and everything, and not a new fake one.

The thing about decorating is not to get in a hurry. I tell other people this all the time. I tell it to myself. But it's so hard to actually put into practice. But truthfully, when a room happens over time, it always looks better. Unless you have loads of cashola and can hire an awesome decorator. In that case, feel free to send them over to my house. Until then, I'm taking my time.

So that's the living room so far. I think the thing that matters most to me, and to everyone, is that a room is happy. And you don't need expensive curtains, or pricey rugs, or brand new furniture to make that happen. It's all about the things that light up your face. Bowls full of travel trinkets. An old trunk.

A plastic pig. And the doll without hair behind the couch. Or the pink Barbie car with the door ripped off. Those say, "Hey, Jane lives here." And that's the best part of this house's decor. A little, giggling, happy kid lives here.

Thank you Lord.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Rainy Day Recap

Jane, Mabel, and I spent a rainy afternoon at home yesterday. It's a long story, but it  was nice to have a change of pace on a stormy, cold Monday. Life is moving at a break neck speed lately, and on top of it, I had to take a round of steroids this past week. Um. Whoa. Let's never do that again. Slowing down was probably medically necessary. I unlatched sane-Liz who was handcuffed in the back of my brain. She rubbed her wrists and shook her finger at me.

"Never ever take steroids again. You are not Hulk Hogan. You aren't big enough to back up that mouth of ours. Now go take a long bath and let's get back to normal."

I can't believe we're already wrapping up February. My birthday month. I love it so. Freezing, rainy weather is hanging on with it's fingernails, refusing to let go. This morning the run-off ravine behind the house was roaring, a tiny river. Mabel really doesn't care for it. I caught her standing at the back fence, looking down like, "Guys. Is that a giant swirling bathtub? Cause you know how I hate baths and this is not cool."

Jane is a toddler. A terrible-two's toddler. She slings around the word no for everything.

"Jane, would you like to eat some dinner?"

"Noo, yes."

"Jane, would you like to read your favorite book?"

"Noo, yes."

"Jane, would you like to take a bath."


Oh well. It's my bad for asking a question I already know the answer to. Her personality gets bigger and bigger by the day. She loves to laugh and laugh and laugh. She tries to make jokes. She is really quick to notice if anyone passes gas and then yells, "Poo Poo? Poo Poo?" Note to self. Never do this in public when she's  in tow. I love every single second with her, good and bad. I miss her after we put her to bed at night. Being her parent is the greatest job in the whole world, even when I'm tired. Even when I'm on steroids.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Jane's Oscar Night Opinion

                                                   Anne Hathaway wore WHAT?

That's OK Anne.
You're beautiful even if those dress darts were disturbing.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Bad February. Very Bad.

In the past 24 hours we've had snow, sleet, hail, wind, thunder and rain.

Bad February. 
Very bad.

But there's always an upside.
This morning I had extra time before work.
I had time to eat breakfast.
Take a few blog pictures.
Google "sprouting garlic."
Played with Mabel.
Went a little bonkers and nailed an entirely new gallery wall
arrangement above the sofa without planning of any kind.
Stopped for a breakfast sandwich.
Read a magazine in the parking lot.

It's amazing what you can get done with a few extra hours in the day.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Just a Few Things

Just last year.
It makes my throat hurt and my eyes water.

This is the climbing hydrangea in the yard.
I cannot wait.

Found a side table and thrift store lamp for super cheap.
Now I'm stumped again.

I picked a whole bunch of these flowers from the yard.
Then I looked them up online.
Apparently some of them are toxic.
Into the trash they went.

Entrance hall table again.
The room still stumps me.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Sunday Evening Post

We spent our Sunday evening not at Bible study, but on the back patio. It was some much needed family time. Jane was sporting a cold and a bad attitude, Matt dozed  in a chair, and I snapped pictures of all the things blooming in the yard.

I don't have a lot to say, or write, this morning. Last week was a tough week for a lot of people we love, and it's left me a bit quiet. This happens about as often as meteors in Russia, so I'm not sure what to make of this inner silence. So for today, I'll just let these pictures do the talking. I hope you all have a wonderful Monday.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Bitter Sweet Request

As some of you know, our friend Laura and her beautiful daughter, Harper, lost a husband and father this week. Please keep them in your prayers. A fund has been set up for anyone who wants to make a contribution. The link on paypal isn't working at the moment, but please email me if you're interested in donating to them and I can get you some more information (mabelsblog (at) yahoo (dot) com)

They are going through a move and incurring a lot of expenses, as you can imagine. Please keep this verse in mind as you consider helping. I don't like to be seen as wielding the proverbial Biblical hammer, but this situation is different. I think we can all agree on that.

 "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." James 1:27

Also, Harper is the most awesome little girl in the world, as well as Jane's hero. When I asked Harper during bath time if she was a mermaid, she shook her head and said, "No! I'm a crocodile."

She's my kind of girl.