Posted by danielle on June 11th, 2016

It’s been well over a year since I posted anything on this blog. It’s not because I haven’t had anything to write about – quite the contrary, actually.

After my last entry in September 2014, two things happened: I went back to work full time after my maternity/bereavement leave and I found out I was pregnant again.

I’ve tried to write about my pregnancy since then, but I haven’t been able to articulate how I was feeling. It was a difficult time. Physically, it was a much easier than my first pregnancy, but emotionally I was a wreck. It was the longest 36 weeks of my life, but that horrible time finally came to an end on the first of May when our baby girl was born. Her first cry was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

smBritta Newborn

Then, in the blink of an eye, another year went by and we have a one year old.



In many ways she’s still a baby, but she’s toddling and babbling things that almost sound like real words. I know it’s cliché to talk about how fast kids grow up, but I feel like having our daughter has sped up time.

As fast as it has seemed, the three of us have covered a lot of ground over the past year. The prospect of travelling with an infant was daunting at first, but when she was only a few months old, we packed up our things, boarded a plane and headed 1500 km North East for a family wedding. A few months later, we ventured 2000 km southeast to Florida, and that gave us the confidence to take an even farther and longer trip, southwest to California.

It hasn’t been all jet setting though. There’ve been plenty of other changes in our household too: both of our cats passed away (different times, different causes), we sold our little trailer (and bought a new one), I quit my full time job to be a stay/work at home mom, and I became a brunette, just to name a few.

That brings us up to date, in a Reader’s Digest sort of way, but now that I’ve finally written this post, this space will soon be filled with more of my ramblings. I’ve missed writing and look forward to writing here again, just for the sake of it.

Head of the Bed

Posted by danielle on September 23rd, 2014

I’ve been looking for a headboard for our bedroom for almost six years now. Not inclusively, obviously, but every once in a while it comes back on my radar. I search for a bit, and then give up. We’ve never actually had a real headboard. When we lived in our condo, I’d made an upholstered board that hung on the wall, but it didn’t get reinstalled in our new place because I’d planned to get a proper one shortly after we moved in.


That didn’t happen. Then I looked around again back when I painted in 2011 but found nothing to my liking – and by liking I also mean in our price range.

I took up my search again over the summer since I had all the time in the world to obsess over our décor, but still came up empty handed. I was tired of not having one though. I think a headboard really makes a bedroom look put together, and really, how much longer could we go on living like this? We might as well just put the mattress directly on the floor, stick movie posters with thumbtacks over the bed and hand a flag in the window.

We’re grown ups. We needed a headboard.

Inevitably, I ended up making one.

There are enough of tutorials out there for DIY upholstered headboards, so I’ll skip over the specifics, but here are a few pictures of the project in progress:


Unlike the one I made for the condo, this one is attached to the bed, rather than the wall.


I had some of the basic materials around the house, including scrap wood, nails, screws, staples and buttons. I bought MDF from Home Depot (and had them cut it), quilt batting from the fabric store and linen from Ikea. Overall, the project cost me around $30 and only took a few hours to assemble.


In my mind, this is just a temporary solution until we find something better, but at the rate we’re going, who knows when that will be.

The Sideboard

Posted by danielle on July 10th, 2014

After we’d bought our house but still living in our condo, I’d gone out for a walk one summer evening. I’d ended up at a thrift store about 15 minutes before closing time and impulse bought a sideboard. Of course, I had to call Jeremy to pick up me and my purchase while I kept my fingers crossed that it would even fit into the back of our old Mazda Protege.

It did, and it sat in our garage until we moved it into our new dining room.

It’s a solid piece, and from a distance it looked like it was in really good shape. It actually had quite a bit of damage, but nothing that couldn’t be disguised with a strategically placed plant or knick-knack. I did intended to have it repaired and refinished someday, but it was never a high priority.


In March, when I began my redecorating spree, I decided I would restore it myself, so when Jeremy and my Dad were moving furniture to paint, I had them take the sideboard out to the garage.

While I’ve slapped a coat of paint on the odd dresser over the years, my furniture finishing experience was limited and I’d never worked with stain. I felt I was in over my head as soon as I removed the hardware. After I sanded it, no matter how many coats of primer, then paint, the original finish kept seeping though.

The doors were a whole other issue. I removed the original finish with that super scary furniture stripper that has about a thousand warning labels on it. Daunting for someone who is accident prone. If anyone was going to dump a can of something toxic and corrosive all over the garage, it will me me. I am relieved to report, the stripping went forward without incident.

Then, I sanded and prepared them for staining. This part of the project had been going pretty well until I started with the stain. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to get the right shade of dark cherry to match the other dining room furniture. My original attempt was too light and brown, so I ended up stripping them all over again and starting over. My second try was closer – not exactly what I wanted, but at that point I decided it was close enough. I figured it I kept trying for a perfect match, the doors would be paper thin from stripping and sanding by the time I was through. Finally, I attempted to give the doors a smooth shiny finish. Attempted, is the operative word in this sentence.

The whole experience was frustrating, although that frustration was actually a good thing for me at the time, as I really needed something tangible to focus the anger that came in waves between sadness during those early days after the baby. This project gave me that.

I was initially disappointed with the final outcome of this project, but now that it’s in the dimly lit side of the dining room I’m less annoyed but the flaws that were much more pronounced under the florescent lights of the garage.