It's a Dog's Life.

Sometimes I feel like Molly is the dog-version of me:

• She likes good food and she likes it often.
• She sheds a lot.
• She only stands up if it's really worth her time.
• She often seems fed up with the boys in our home.
• She has perfected the art of napping.
• She's slow to warm to new people.
• She snores really, really loudly.  (I'm not saying that I snore, but some people around here claim that I do)

Molly's no delicate flower, but I like her just the same.

Old House Despair.

I just finished reading about the shower curtain and bathmat that John and Sherry picked out for their guest bathroom over at Young House Love and I am, once again, convinced that J needs to quit his job so that we can work together at home, writing a blog about our lives.  Like John and Sherry. 

Just imagine a blog dedicated to the days of our lives.  We could call it "Old House Despair."


A typical day would look something like this...

I take C to preschool, return home, and wait until 10:30 for J to get up (he's nocturnal).  Once awake, J puts on his hole-y (not to be confused with 'holy') camouflage pants and Superman t-shirt before settling in for a bowl of oatmeal.  After brunch, J takes out the trash and I photograph the process for a Very Special Blog Event.


At noon, J and C settle in for some Xbox gaming while I work up the energy to re-wash the load of mildewed towels in the washing machine.  After that, I may or may not think about dusting the living room.  If I do think about it, I decide against it and instead compose a blog post about the proper way to organize embroidery floss.


At 2:30, C puts J and me down for our nap.  J listens to sports talk radio while I snore.


At 4:30, I suddenly realize that I'll be expected to make dinner within the next hour and I need to run to the grocery store.  I decide that brushing my hair would be overkill, but do manage to change out of my faded blue sweatshirt with the mysterious stain into my faded black t-shirt with the mysterious stain.  I drive to the store, spend $30 on dinner fixings and a few "treats" and head home where I decide NOT to make dinner after all and instead, dig through the frig looking for something "nutritious" for C.


I quickly compose a blog post about 10 ways to save money on groceries and a follow-up post highlighting our three favorite family dinners.


I consider another post suggesting key conversation starters for families on the go, but quickly get caught up in an episode of Wheel of Fortune and postpone that idea until C goes to bed.
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Okay, so clearly our blog mission would be broader than just "home improvement."

And, no, we don't have a super-cute baby like Clara or an adorable dog like Burger (though we do have two muts I'm thinking about offering as the prize for our first blog give-away).

And so what if J and I aren't quite as young and cute as John and Sherry...


I'm sure that we would appeal to all of the real people out there, right? 

Advertisers are going to be breaking down our door with lucrative offers.


Well, hopefully not literally breaking it down because we would have no idea how to fix it.


Any day now!


Right?

Spring Ready.

I hereby declare that I am ready for spring! 

Sure, I'll miss cardigans and hot chocolate, but my sad, sorry little flowerbed is making me long for blooms!  And my heating bill is making me hope that we have a little break between turning off the furnace and turning on the air conditioner. 

I know we still have another month of winter to survive, but I just wanted to let the universe know that...

I. am. ready.

Finishing & Starting.

We had a little pocket of spring weather last week.  It was great, but now it's back to winter and that's okay because it has provided a little inspiration to finish up a project I started after Christmas:

I really like how it turned out, but what I like even better is the idea that I came up with for my scraps:

Can you guess what I'm going to do with my little yarn balls?


I've also started working on a springy little pillow and I really like how it is turning out...

...but what I like even better is the idea that I came up with for my scraps:

Are you sensing a theme? 

Have a scraptastic Presidents' Day!

The Room That Refused to be Tamed.

Disclaimer:  The thing to remember about this re-organization project is that the goal was: A space that allows me to consistently work on crafty projects while also allowing for storage, office needs, guest sleeping potential and more.  An ancillary goal was to reduce the clutter that was driving me a bit batty.  So here are the "after" pictures, keeping in mind that the wall decor needs lots of tweaking.


Closet



Closet-left side




Closet-left side-top

 

Closet-right side




Closet-right side-top

 


Desk area

 


Craft storage

 



Unfinished projects--yes, I have a problem.

 


Sewing table

 


Fabric storage

  And there you have it.
A room of my own.
Sortof.

Last night, I caught Jason trying to store a space heater in there...

Polka Dot Bikini?

The Room That Refuses to be Tamed has, indeed, been tamed! 
Mostly.

At least sortof.

Um.

Pictures forthcoming!
Tomorrow.
After the Valentine's Day party that may or may not occur.

Unless I'm busy sunbathing in my polka dot bikini here in the banana belt.

Errr...

Just kidding! 
I won't pull out the bikini until at least April!

Random Cuteness.

I've been sorting through pictures as part of my never-ending room renovation project.  This pic is from a day of shopping with Grammie in March 2006--back when my boy still napped.

I miss those days. 
I miss that little round head!