1) I am in LOVE with Downton Abbey this season, along with the bonus of Grantchester immediately following. I love a good mystery and set in the 50's with all the gorgeous outfits... it's positively swoony. Plus, it gives me something to excitedly text my mama about. Are y'all watching any of it?
2) I got this amazing wooden "B" from Urban Farmgirl after the holidays, and it slays me with it's cuteness. It's made from a 140 year old floor of a knitting warehouse where they used to knit socks! It's hanging on our bookshelf wall, which I'll share in a moment.
3) I am officially grown up. I now own my first EVER coffee machine. Well, it's an espresso machine actually. (Because if you're going to do a thing, do it right.) I can't believe I am a coffee drinker after 39 years of not being one. It's just crazy. Now, I just need a friend to come drink coffee with me. (Any local takers?)
5) Firstly, have you ever noticed that I don't share pictures of this wall-side of our home very often? That's because the wall was un-proportionately decorated and oddly blank on one side because of our television... and you couldn't even see the television from the chair (not that I minded that since I'm not a big television girl but it was weird for guests.) I didn't hate it, just to be clear- in fact the minimalist inside me kind of liked it most of the time. However, the back story is this- For about 2 years, we have been planning and dreaming about having a bookshelf/TV center on this wall.
grace from my man over this wall transformation last month. At one point about two years ago, I measured the wall everything was going against once we found a unit we liked, and came up with a number that I never felt the need to double check or verify. I tucked that wall measurement in my handbag and went on my merry way... (You can just see it coming like a runaway train, can't you?)
Hours later, (since Adrain had done something to his wrist a week previously, and was instructing our son in assembling this thing) (no kidding) we stood up bookshelf number one. It was huge. I took one look at it and my knees went weak but not in that "oh my gosh that cute boy just kissed me" way. I wanted to vomit. It was all going to be too huge. I dug out my measurements and realized that I had miscalculated it by a massive four feet, which would have completely covered the entrance to our bedroom. Um. That was not my finest moment. The next day was Friday and kids were out of school, so we all got up bright and early and headed back to Ikea with an assembled bookshelf and many boxes. We returned it all and found something for about 2/3 the cost that fit our space (with a slight 2 inch overhang that Adrain said he didn't care about and at that point I didn't care to even voice an opinion because I was still feeling like such a heel and felt like I pretty much deserved nothing.)
The best part- we actually liked it better. After driving 12 hours in 2 days, and my boy assembling many pieces at the direction of my man, it was finally finished. (I almost promised never to make them go to Ikea with me ever again. Almost.)
I had blown it big time. It was a terrific example of how gracious Jesus is to me in my constant failures, and I will never forget it.
Anyway. I wanted to show you the end result because it's pretty and since I do a ton of this kind of decor tweaking in my job, it was very gratifying to get a chance to play with my own goodies, and stage my own shelves. I have a definite thing for color arranging books and for seeing plenty of white space. If I don't have clean gaps for my eyes to rest on, I start to feel frantic and like my whole house is cluttered. That said, it's the happiest wall- these little bursts of cheery objects and color! Bookshelves are meant for books, not just dust-able objects, and even though not every book is pretty... it's nice to have them all out where they belong.
It's nice when things eventually come together- especially when you're convinced you've messed them up beyond fixing and the solution seems a long way away. Life in general can sure feel that way sometimes. If that's you right now, please remember this truth- no matter how we blow it in this life, (and of course we are going to blow it big time way more times than we can count) God's forgiveness is there for the asking. It doesn't matter what it is we've done. I can't tell you how much I praise Him for that!
(Ikea Hemnes collection.)