being somewhat of an organised junkie ( its the only way i can think straight) I have decide that a cluster of jewellery boxes won’t do the job and just adds to my dusting time. instead i have decided a tall slim chest of drawers is to house all my jewellery including evening bags and purses. This way everything is organised in it rightful place and i can easily coordinate my jewellery with my outfit for the day.
I love sunny mornings on a cool winters day. Watching the girls play, amazing how a box of socks can keep them entertained. This painted wooden box is kept next to the front door, the girls can easily grab a pair of socks for themselves before putting on their shoes before we head out for the day. of course it has also become a station of amusement and play- the youngest throwing them about and the eldest sorting them out.
The sun has finally come out to play and it was time to get out all those summer toys that have been packed away gathering spider webs and dust. At first we checked that there were no RED BACK SPIDERS hanging around. We filled a bucket with soapy water and my little one just loved cleaning all her toys. Such fun, kids love being given a small responsibility that makes them feel as though they are doing something grown up.
The round wooden jars were bought on our honeymoon. The glass candle holder -a thank you present. The beautiful hand embroidered cloth, belonged to my Grandmother. The ceramic heart, a gift from my sister to celebrate my first mothers day. The bust was found at a favourite car boot sale in England. Our home is filled with pieces that have some kind of significance or memory attached to them. For me its important to surround yourself with things that make you smile or laugh- either by the memory of attaining it or because it was someone special that gave it to you. I am a bit of a collector of things, which drives Mr B a slightly bonkers. ‘Someone’ once told me that my home resembled a well organised gift shop, this was way back when we lived in a tiny London flat. I’m not sure if that was a compliment? anyhow, I’m still learning the art of ‘less is more’ and i plan to perfect it. failing that i will have to open a gif shop…..
We had some broken picture frames lying around, where the glass had actually broken. Mr B painted them with chalk board paint. Our little munchkin loves to sit outside with us and scribble works of chalk art. The great thing is we can move them around to different areas of our backyard depending on where the sunshine is.
I was given the wonderful opportunity to treat myself to a long shower compliments of my thoughtful husband who got home early from work . I was so looking forward to it, if you are a mother of small children you know what I’m talking about when I say: that moment in the shower each day is true gold- all external sounds of family activities are drowned out and its the only part of the day where I feel that I am truly on my own, even if it’s a 5 minute rushed shower, its complete bliss. Feeling very zen and ready to face the challenging ‘witching hour’ of the day- I calmly ran my brush through my just washed mane, only to find that there at the back of my head was a gigantic knot, the size of a birds nest! how had this happened? had I neglected my appearance and daily grooming to the point where birds could quite comfortably move into the mass of tangled strands I once called hair! look, I know having a new baby and chasing after a toddler all day can limit the amount of time spent in front of the mirror, but this was just ridiculous. the worst part of it all was that my dear hubby had spared me the humiliation and had turned a blind eye to the dark circles under my eyes, post pregnant pot belly, regrowth from hell and the new real estate sticking out from the back of my head.
I look at my 2 and a half-year old, and how quickly she is growing. Now looking at my new baby’s little feet, I realise I must cherish every little moment with both my girls. even when some days I feel totally overwhelmed and swamped by household chores, I deliberately have to pause for a moment and drop the wash basket that’s pulling a muscle in my back, sit down and just watch my girls. just to stare at them and be grateful for the amazing blessing my husband and I have been given.