Showing posts with label A Thankful Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Thankful Heart. Show all posts

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Almost…

No I haven’t quit blogging.  I’ve just been consumed with the De-Hoarding.  Consumed!  It is the first thing that pop’s into my mind the second I wake up.  At night, as my exhausted head hits the pillow, the countless thoughts of upcoming projects swirl around as a blizzard, numbing me to sleep.  I’ve so many rooms that are Almost done.  So close to being perfect, yet the little un-done details constantly nag my conscience, and have prevented me from showing the before and after rooms.  Until now.

Since the little details won’t be looked at until the rest of the house is Almost Perfect.  I’ll go ahead and show you my last three big projects.

The Master Bathroom.  The Horror Before…

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Even with a laundry basket in the room the kids would still drop their clothes and towels on the floor.  Frustrating.

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Every surface on counter and tub, cluttered with bottles of what-not’s, toys, cups, clothes.  At least that is how it was a little over a month ago. 

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And Today…

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Not only is it clean, but it’s beautiful.

The biggest time consumer was painting the trim and the cabinet’s.

They had to be painted with and oil based paint, which was smelly and takes ages to dry, but is so much more durable.  New hinges & knobs too, because we couldn’t stand putting the old rusty stuff on our beautiful white doors.

Saved money with the curtains though.

Made the curtains with material from my old stash.  Humm looks like the leftover duvet cover ($4.99) I thrifted to make this little darling.   

I did have to get more drapery hardware, but that duvet cover went a long way.

Paint: $95  Hardware:  $73  Curtain Supplies:  $24  Total:  $ 192

Now off to the girls room.  Princess and Hope’s room was the cleanest bed room in the house before we started.

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A bit stuffed, but not horrible.

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But After:

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A Perfectly Pink little girls room.

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And I’m still in awe of the closet.

The girls let go over over 8 rubber totes and bags of clothes, bedding and toys.

Found two matching comforters at 75% off.  They were ended up costing $7. 98 each. 

And the darling bed skirt.  I raided my sewing stash again.

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Found two other bed skirts that I bought for possible girly dresses and did something different.

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Couldn’t make the traditional bed skirt because the beds are taken apart bunk beds. 

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So I employed some Velcro and attached them that way.

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The Curtain rods.  An Electrical pipe, Wooden dowel, and ends from another shorter curtain rod.

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The silly wooden dowel was what I spent the most on.  $3.49.

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First I screwed the finial into the end of a short piece of dowel then snuggly fit it into the pipe.

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The curtains we found at a thrift store.

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The vanity was gifted to the girls by a close friend.

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And we were able to find some other thrift treasures to decorate with.

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Best of all the girls are surrounded by their most favorite toys.  The ones they liked above all the other’s that they let go of.

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This room did contain my first opps.  One of the paint colors we choose was a little too pink.  So overwhelming and bright that it made the room look smaller.  It nearly matched the pink ribbon on our curtain tops.   

So we changed the color on the top half of the room and now it darn near perfect.  I didn’t even grumble too much with painting the stripe in between the colors.

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And NOW for my final upstairs room.  We took this monstrosity that used to be the boys room.

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A cave of darkness, damage, and even more clutter.

Poor Lea inherited the room from the boys in April, but nothing had been done to it to make anyone know it was a girls room.

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The walls were riddled with holes, dings and dents from my O.D.D. son before we entered him into treatment.

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The Doom Room Before…

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It was a very sad room.  But we poured a honking lot of love into it and today…

The picture doesn’t do the room justice.  It’s much lighter in person. 

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More like this…

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Again I made the curtains from thrifted sheets out of my sewing stash.  They are much more adorable in person.

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And the bed skirt.  (This picture is truer to the actual colors of the room.)

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Well, I broke the rules.  It’s not a bed skirt, but an heirloom table cloth spread between the box spring and mattress.

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The closet before...

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And After.

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Lea’s desk is now in the closet.

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She loves it.  Like everyone else she let go of over 75 % of the stuff she had.  Somehow the sacrifice has made it all worth while for everyone.

I think her room is one of my favorites after mine own.  Again the pictures don’t do it justice.  My point and shoot camera was acting up and bit the dust just yesterday.  Princess accidently dropped it and it died a horrible death.  So I just had to post these almost pictures to show you that we are still moving forward. 

There are still so many little, itty-bitty details I want to go back and change or fix in each of the rooms.  But they are a beautiful place to be while waiting.

It’s painful, and I’ve never worked so hard in my life.   That’s saying something because I’m a worker.  But this is the first time I’ve put all I have into something.  

I might have to borrow a camera but I promise to keep taking pictures.  I’ve so many more stories to tell of the process, the heartbreak, the miracles, the roadblocks, the generosity of angels, and the lesson’s I’ve learned.  They will come, maybe after I’m done being consumed by the process, but they will come.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Chasing Rainbows

Where’s Pollyanna when you need her?  It seems that when darn near everything is conspiring against you it would be helpful to have the little lady around.    Then you could either hug her tight and hope some of the gladness wore off on you, or you could give her a nice push and tell her she’s a wee bit Looney because there’s no way in Hat-ville that you can ever find anything to be glad about Unbloggables.

Then again if I don’t find something to be grateful for concerning the Unbloggable, well then, I might be cursed with it until I do.

So today we invited Pollyanna over.  The one from my favorite Disney version.

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And she thought that we might need some rainbows in our life.  So, being the glad starved mom that I am, I acquired some fairy attractors crystals at the local craft store.  The glass-cut kind that are nice and clear,  not the foggy plastic kind.  The plastic ones give off a hazy color smudge on your walls, but the real deals, well, they leave a bit of magic.

Next we strung them up on the bottom of my dining room window blinds and prayed for a magical break in the ever constant clouds.

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And seeing how we live in a house of enchantment, the magic happened and we had a room full of rainbows to chase.

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I do think I need to make a new house rule that you can only chase rainbows if you’ve washed your hands.

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Na, on second thought, walls will wash but chasing rainbows doesn’t happen very often so you got to run when you can.  I tell you, the mood lifted right up after our little experiment.  Felt right good.

And when I’m feeling a bit down I just have to look around.  There is gladness, even in the darkest of places.  I think the stories that touch me the most out of Haiti are the people who are smiling, showing gratitude, singing praises.  And they’ve lost everything including loved ones.

Yet they are so grateful for a kind word, a bottle of water, a soothing hand.

So, I guess Pollyanna is alive and well.  There is still gladness to be found, and I intend to find it, catch it and share it.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

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I was away this weekend and all the sewing I was planning on doing, well, it didn’t get done.  Big Surprise (Imagine that Big Surprise dripping with sarcasm and you've got it right.)

I spent Saturday split between hacking up a lung and visiting the doctor; all the while, getting evil looks from everyone in the clinic.  You’d have thought me a walking bomb.  Imagine the nurse trying to talk my pulse, and look down my throat, while standing six feet away.  They should have just donned some bio-hazard suits.  Then it was off to wait in line with a bazillion other sick people waiting to get their prescriptions filled.  Three weeks was way to long to have a cough and I had finally developed a fever so the Hubster ordered that I go visit the clinic.  What a fun day.

Broncitis again – Drat.  That’s twice in four months.  Not fair.  But I’m happily drugged up and hopefully on the mend.  I’m thankful for Drugs, and I’m thankful it’s not H1N1.

Knock on wood.  Okay, I’m pounding on wood hoping that one skips our family.  I’ve been out of action way to long and my house will self-implode with clutter if we catch any other nasty bug.

I had the most wonderful witty Family Christmas Letter ready to post yesterday, but the place I was staying at didn’t have internet service and the most ROTFL post I’ve ever written accidently got deleted.  Maybe, sometime later this week I’ll attempt to find that humorous magic and enthrall you with what a real Family Christmas Letter should read like.  Meanwhile I’m Thankful that I have Internet again.

Needless to say, after once again venting on the downers of the weekend.  I’m thankful it’s over.  Thankful for modern medicine, Thankful for watching umpteen episodes of ‘Clean House’ (you know building up motivation for when I can move again without coughing up a cow), and Thankful for my awesome Prince who did all the dishes tonight.  I’ll be even more thankful if someone wants to fold that mountain of clean clothes on my bed. 

Waiting…

Okay,  I knew that 0ne was wishful thinking.  I guess I’m thankful there is a pile of clean clothing instead of dirty laundry.   Thankful, Thankful, Thankful. 

Friday, November 13, 2009

Just Because.

Can I just say that I’m Thankful for my feather pillow.  It served me so well last night I feel asleep before I got my Thankful post in.

Thankful for a teenage son who washes the dinner dishes, Even when it wasn’t his turn, and even when he wasn’t even asked too.  Just Because.  Thanks Abner!  And No – He wasn’t trying to butter mom up to get something.  He was being nice – Just because that’s who he is.

I also have to add that I’m Thankful for 1/2 price days at the local thrift store. Pretty soon I’m going to have some fun re-purposed items to show you.  Tomorrow I’ll be practicing some of my mad sewing skills.  Wish me luck.  Maybe I’ll have some fun things to show you tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Thankful for Freedom

I love Veterans Day.  I’m so thankful for the men and women of the military who have given their All – Past and Present.

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Can I also mention my huge appreciation for the families who support their sons, husbands and fathers in this noble venture.  For those wives who send their husbands overseas – wow,  I think I’m just barely understanding their sacrifice.

Thank you veterans!  I owe my freedom to you and I won’t forget.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

cOMpuTeR MalFunCTioN


Help! My laptop has been hijacked. By a furry Ninja.

At any given moment a little streak of orange lightning zips onto my lap and then steals the keypad right out from under my hands.

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Apparently the tapping of keys denotes playtime to Pumpkin.

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He has attacked my typing hands no less than four times today.

Maybe I should just give up trying so hard to post this story. See how he lurks as I try to edit photos of the Pouncer.

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Okay, I give up. Pumpkin – have the computer.

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Wait, what did the silly fur ball do now?

The solution is for Pumpkin to find another toy or…

Even better I should close this electronic contraption and play with the wee one. That and clean my computer screen. I didn’t realize it was so dirty.

So today I’m Thankful that Pumpkin – the Furry Ninja reminded me that petting a playful kitten brings way more smiles than checking the weather on the computer. It also reminded me that I need to be more receptive in playing with my other, non-furry children instead of checking to see who got voted off The Biggest Loser or DWTS. Playtime’s a coming kids, and you too, Pumpkin.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Future Tattoo Artist at it again.

So THANKFUL that the marker mess was confined to this area and not the walls again.

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Drat!  And I thought being 4 would mean she had outgrown this phase.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

My Best Friend Did What?

I’m thankful that twenty years ago today my best friend asked me to marry him.  Wow, Twenty Years!  And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.  Love you Prince Erik!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Taking a Step Back

‘Two steps forward, One step Back’.  How often does that phrase cross our lives.  I’ve discovered that taking step back can mean two different things.  One is indicative of a setback, failure, or an unwelcome detour in a journey to a specific goal or destination.  The other meaning, which I happen to Love, is to take a step back, as in to pause to evaluate a situation or gain a broader perspective.  It’s not meant to be a super quick step but more of a pondering one.

Life with six kids can become quite hectic, quite quickly and so all consuming, that taking those step backs can quickly skip my mind.  But when I do remember to take those steps back, magic can happen.  I can see the sparkle in my four year olds eyes, or listen to the excitement in my eighteen year olds voice as he tells me about some of the fun projects he is working on.  From that occasional step back, the kids transform from mommy’s energy-zapping, messy whiners to amazingly unique and talented growing wonders.  And I feel so awed that I’ve been blessed enough to be the mother of such precious spirits.

Sometimes in life when I’ve neglected taking those steps back on my own, then inevitably, some higher power compels me to take them by throwing those other (setback) step backs at me.  Ever notice how, when getting your feet knocked out from under you, all of the sudden life’s priorities become crystal clear.  Material possessions, trips to events, and worrying about what your friends think, all of the sudden becomes unimportant.

This morning things were getting busy, hectic, and the mama bear/snapping turtle in me was coming out.  Grouchy nit-picking  isn’t too much fun, it usually means I’m only seeing the negative, messy whiners.  Don’t know what happened, but somehow I was instantly in that step back mode.  I don’t recall how I go there, but thankfully I was there.  I instantly noticed that Princess was getting ignored even though she tailed around everyone bigger than her just looking for love.  So I forgot the dishes, laundry, to-do list for Prince Erik and I hugged a Princess and sat and talked with her for a while.

So today I’m thankful for those step backs.  And when I’m in an extremely generous mood I’ll also thankful for those darn (setbacks) step backs because they get me to the same place.  However, it’s better to humble myself  in the first place, than it is to be compelled to be humble.

So those little step backs are not all that bad after all.  I need to take them more often.

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Friday, November 6, 2009

It’s raining, it’s pouring

I know the Pacific Northwest is known for it’s rain.  But normally our rain is more of a constant drizzle.  Today however, we had a rip-roaring, gully-washer of a downpour without the gully washing of course.  It was a-coming down here like someone opened the power-washer on full, a couple of different times today.  The sheets of water were pounding down so hard on the roof I was convinced the hard rain would pull down branches off of trees.

So today, I am soooooo Thankful that wretched hole in our roof was patched last summer.  Otherwise I would have been running around with buckets in the front room stemming the incoming waterfall.  So thankful my roof is leak free.

That way I can just sit in a comfy chair, watch the torrent outside the window and dream of beings who love this type of weather.  I imagine there were some fun baseball games going on in the mountains today.  Oh, my depraved, guilty obsession knows no bounds.

I normally would have taken the heavy rain as an occasion to dance in the rain.  See what a skinny thing I was last year.  UGH to this year!  But this silly cough isn’t letting go so the rain dance will wait, until the next downpour.

I’m loving and so Thankful that my messed up house is still weather safe in a storm.