Here’s what I’m la la loving for littles this week . . .
Do you have a room in your home that you would consider the hardest working room in your house?
You’ll be surprised to know mine . . .
Heaven knew we needed each other.
In the 1980’s and the here and now.
This is a story, a tribute, a mini-memoir, of my relationship with grandma who spent the last year of her life mentoring me.
Have you ever felt you are living in a shift?
I think the shift is what lies between the seasons. The edge of an era. I’ve been on this edge for awhile, only now able to admit it. I’m in the shift. The leaves are changing and thus so the season has too.
After Rocco was born I couldn’t say,
Sometimes it starts with a bathroom, this thing I call a “house crush.” It can begin with any room or detail or color that catches my attention, really. This bathroom, the old sink, the old copper faucet, the simple pine shelf over potty (we still call it in our house) are so unassuming and so perfect.
One can only assume that when a bathroom is so becoming then the rest of the house, the rooms that connect from to the other, must also have some very pretty details that I’m hungry to see.