Corners of Our Home

A year ago yesterday D, Cassie and I moved in together. To celebrate, I thought I'd share a few photos offering you a glimpse into the home we've since created:

sunroom and Cassie in the morning light

bust on Bjursta buffet

afternoon shadows on clawfoot tub

light-filled landing

vanity by the window

Seeing these makes it obvious that natural light is a big part of our living space; it's also a big part of what my soul needs to be healthy. I'm grateful that we found a house that meets that need so beautifully.

A Tale of Two Trees

Boy & girl meet and fall in love. {swoon}

Boy & girl decide to move in together. {yay}

Boy & girl celebrate first Christmas together in new home, bringing holiday treasures and traditions together. {aaawwww}

Boy and girl decorate first "joint" tree. Boy likes Star Wars & the Simpson clan. Girl likes winter fairies and porcelain birds. {eep!}

Girl puts up a second Christmas tree in the dining room. {aaahhh...}

Housecleaning: Momentum and Hope

My home is a mess. There's laundry to be done, a lawn to mow (break out the scythe!), and dog hair dustbunnies the size of a Chihuahua are floating around like tumbleweed. I do not feel at peace.

I am often abruptly overwhelmed by the state of my home. I hum along pleasantly until I encounter the foot-long dustbunny, the empty milk carton or the dirty plate that breaks this camel's back. When that happens, I am NOT a happy camper. Once the initial frustration subsides I usually go one of two ways: take action to address trigger spots, gaining hope and momentum in the process, or stick my head in the sand and sink into a domestic spiral of despair.

I've had my head in the sand for the past two weeks; it's time to come up for air.

Last night I broke out the 1973 Electrolux and tackled some of the floating bunnies. I found a home for housewarming gifts received a month ago, washed some clothes and cleared out the foyer. Not a particularly happenin' Saturday night (unless you count the rousing centipede incident - no doubt the insect was unearthed as I sucked up its nest of dust and dirt), but nonetheless a satisfying one.

Although I could still harvest the lawn and grind it into flour (for the discerning locavore only), things are looking up and sometimes that's all I need - a little momentum to give me hope.

Acadian Culture in the Capital

On Thursday, June 12th, 1755 (Web site is French), our own "Acadian Beatles", will be opening up Westfest and I can't wait! The evening will focus on Moncton NB's music scene with concerts by Marie-Jo Thério, Julie Doiron and of course, 1755. From the Artists link on the Westfest Web site: "Having an East Coaster play a tune by 1755 is akin to anyone of Irish descent playing a song by the Irish Rovers on St. Patrick's Day." They're not kidding.

The best news is that Westfest is entirely FREE! Come get a taste of good ol' Acadian culture; it should be a hopping good time!

Just Playin' ...

backyard canopy

intoxicating I

forget-me-not

backyard jungle

twisted shadows

intoxicating II