Do you like to see how other people live? I LOVE it. I like knowing about what sorts of brands of food they eat (I’m a creature of habit and never buy new food unless someone tells me about xyz), what their furniture looks like, what colors inspire them …
I live for home magazines and feel oddly happy when I have a fresh pile of magazines waiting to be read. I don’t like to think about this, but I have two years of magazines to catch up on. I am not even kidding. I quit reading magazines, watching TV (even Grey’s Anatomy), planting flowers … anything involving nesting or comfort or rest ceased to exist at our house when Wayne was diagnosed.
I was just telling a friend last night that I was so, so, SO tired. Looking back on the years of care and worry and grief (along with a new baby at the time) has taken it’s toll on me. But honestly, Wayne handled the most crippling chemo cocktail known to man with stoic grace, so who was I to ever complain? Seriously, he set the tone. A very good one.
Anyway. Last night I sat in the middle of the office surrounded by medical paperwork. I had a pad of post-it notes and I wrote C2 (caeden and claire OR two chickens … read how you will) explanations of everything. The very first dictated notes from Wayne’s first Oncologist at Parker Adventist Hospital had mentioned a possible 8 mm lesion in his brain that needed to be operated on … and I wrote on that bright yellow note, “He was wrong. Daddy didn’t have a brain lesion.”
I do it so that when they are older, and they have questions, everything is laid out. Accounted for. Acknowledged.
Which, of course, led me to an utter emotional breakdown. I cried and cried and cried some more. Then, when I thought I had myself together, I called Dave and Donna. Wanting to just reach out to them. Instead, I cried and cried and cried and then hung up.
Where was I going with all of this?
Oh yes, magazines. Alarming how far off topic I can veer, yes?
The point of today is to post some “around the house” shots. Just cuz I like it when other bloggers do it, too.
The first picture you see is my absolute favorite drinking glasses for the kids. Perfect serving size, nice and stable to prevent spills, and pretty.
The blueberry muffin shot is a white bowl turned upside down, a white plate placed on top, and then an old dome placed on top.
In the winter I have cream slipcovers on my sofas (from the best sofa company EVER, The Curious Sofa) and in the spring I move to pure white. I need a rug. Totally apparent now that I take a picture of my living room. Funny how that happens. Same thing as when I see a picture of myself. That person needs some wrinkle cream! Oh wait, that’s me. And yes, I need it. Funny how a picture does that to a person … or is that just me?
You’ll find this house and this bedding set, torn from magazines a long time ago, on my magnetic board. The house is exactly what I would love to have. Cottage, stone, flowers, window boxes … and the bedding is comprised of my favorite colors. Considering my bedroom is … entirely white and completely boring.
I need to paint, huh? I don’t want to give the impression I am color phobic. Oh wait, I am.
But, not for long.
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