Yesterday Grandma Livia whisked Isobel off for an overnight trip full of splashing in the pool, eating Cap’n Crunch cereal, and basically letting Grandpa Doug grant her every wish. Which was great. I needed the break. You guys, babies are hard. There are few things I love more than spending time with Isobel, but I needed a break. I needed to recharge.
Fortunately, we had planned this overnight visit months ago as Grandma Livia was just starting her vacation, so it came at the perfect time.
While Isobel was away I spent a goodly portion of an hour just sitting on my bed fantasizing about the things I could do without my ever present barnacle-like beloved. I started thinking about my childless days. What did I even do with myself before I had Isobel? What do you do when you’re not constantly trying to prevent your baby from finding ways to kill and/or maim herself? It was magical just to be able to sit and think about these things. I swear, it was as refreshing as actually doing something.
I edited some photos but after awhile became restless. I started cleaning and reorganizing. I always do this whenever Olivia takes Isobel for some reason. I wonder if it’s the nesting instinct leftover from pregnancy. As soon as she’s gone I must know, at a biological level, that she could return any second and I must prepare things. It’s almost a compulsion.
Anyway, I love it and I spent a lot of time cleaning my closets. I cleared all the linen out of the linen closet to use as a storage area for my thrifted treasures. I don’t mean to brag, but I have a very large linen closet. I thought everything for the store would fit there nicely. Not a chance. I still have a bunch of stuff stored in the spare bedroom, a.k.a, my sister’s old room. I had really wanted to clean that place out because, ahem, at some point (don’t get any ideas, anybody, I’m not hinting at anything) we’re going to want to use it as a second nursery. Right now, however, it’s storing treasures for the Little Big Shop. Along with the linen closet. Seeing all my stuff at once like that alerted me to the necessity to hold off on any more thrifting till I make some more sales. Boo.
After some serious closet cleaning (where I found more stuff to giveaway–if anyone’s interested!), I started on a project I’m going to be working on in the coming days and, let’s be realistic here, weeks. I took a bunch of photos of the thrift store decor in my poorly-lit home in order to (hopefully) inspire the use of thrifted items in design. And to show off some cute areas of my house. My house is beginning to look cute. It’s taken five or so years, but it’s getting there. Before we bought the house we rented an adorable one bedroom apartment. It was a dream to decorate and we really made it into something special. I never took any pictures and I regret that fact daily. I didn’t want this to be the case with our house.
So, that was my yesterday: day dreaming, organizing closets, taking & editing photos. Presumably that’s what I did before Isobel was born but I really don’t remember. As wonderful as it was (and boy, was it wonderful) it didn’t compare to the way I felt when I saw Isobel running to greet me when I picked her up, grinning up at me and saying, “Mama.”
I’m so excited people have entered my giveaway! I’ll be announcing the winner tomorrow amid much fanfare. (I’ll blow a vuvuzela or something.) Speaking of giveaways, I have exciting! news! I am also a winner of a fantastic giveaway! I entered a giveaway for a Snorg Tee on Knit in Public a few weeks back, and guess who’s Winner By Default? ME! That’s right! The original winner never claimed their prize (sucker) so Windsor Grace drew a new winner and this time it was me! I’m thrilled. As if I needed another reason to love Knit in Public. Thanks, Whitney!