Progress

With a few months to go before the Niblet’s scheduled arrival, the transition from sewing room to baby room is coming along nicely.

Jeremy and my Dad have been busy this week getting the painting done.

Last week

This week

We’ve ordered a crib to be picked up next weekend (my beloved Jenny Lind crib wasn’t available in Canada so we’re going to have to pick it up in Buffalo). Jeremy bought up the rug months ago, and the rocker recliner has been ordered, although not the one I’d originally pictured.

Also, different than what I’d originally planned, was the dresser. After weeks of trawling the classifieds, a antique waterfall style chest came up and I had to have it. I wasn’t the look I’d been originally looking for, and it’s seen better days, but the price was right. I plan to spruce it up with a coat of paint, although I am not concerned about the dresser’s condition – after all, this is a child’s room. It’s going to take a beating, and will eventually be covered in sticky fingerprints and crayon marks anyway.

Finally, I’ve decided to use one of our old bookshelves, rather than buy a new one. We didn’t have anywhere else in the house to put the existing one, so it didn’t make much sense to buy another. This is another piece of furniture that has a date with a paintbrush.

While the painting was going on upstairs, I’ve been working away in my new sewing room in the basement. I have a list of simple baby related projects I want to finish before March, including some receiving blankets. I have so much flannel in my fabric stash it didn’t make any sense to buy them.

They are about 35-40 inches, finished with a double fold hem. Not a challenging project by any means, but one I wanted to get done.

Nine more weeks to go!

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My Obsession

As I mentioned last week, I am OBSESSED with our new camper, and I can hardly focus on anything other than decorating it.

Before we take it on the road next month, I have the following projects I want to complete:

  • Cushions – The existing cushions in the sleeping/dining area are fine but they are tired and a bit grungy from age.
  • Window Valances – to coordinate with the new cushions, obviously.
  • Cupboards – I’m going to paint the cupboards dark brown. Right now they’re white, which s fine, but I think they’d look better if they matched the trim in throughout the rest of the camper.
  • Fridge – Right now there’s a fabric panel on the door, but I’d like to replace it with stainless steel. Alternatively, we might just replace the whole fridge because it’s very old, but in the meantime, it’s getting a blast of spray paint.
  • Counter Space – My Dad, the king of sheet metal, is going to make us a cover to place over the stove when it’s not in use. This will give us more workspace on the tiny counter.

Next, we’ll need accessories. I’m trying to achieve a rustic cabin look for the interior.

The one thing I’m struggling with at the moment is the fabric for the cushions. I’d like a print or pattern – something a bit kitschy without being over the top. Most importantly, it needs to be affordable. Last weekend we searched every fabric store within a 50km radius. Next weekend, we’ll be casting our net wider.

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Cardboard Time Machine

After a visit to my parent’s house back in the summer, they sent me home with a cardboard box full of mementos that I’d left behind years ago. I had some idea what I’d find in there. My baby book, some high school yearbooks, my diplomas, and some other assorted achievement certificates from my past.

What I did not expect to find was letters.

Tons and tons of letters. There was several shoeboxes full. It seems I’d saved every single card, letter and postcard anyone had sent me between the age of 15, though my late 20s. Of course, they stopped there because by then, nobody wrote letters anymore.

There are countless letters written by my best friend during our years at University. Some of them are pages, and pages long. It’s a stark contrast from our correspondence now. These days we communicate almost exclusively by text message – a few sentences here and there, often devoid of vowels.

Some other relics from past included:

A handwritten note from a university roommate I’d barely gotten to know in the year we lived together. She’d left me her parent’s address and told me to keep in touch.

We did. Almost 20 years later, she’s one of my closets friends.

There’s a sweet card from another friend, declaring that we’d be friends forever. A few years later, we had a falling out, and haven’t spoken since.

There’s a piece of notebook paper with the name and phone number from a boy I liked from University. We never ended up dating, but we remain friends.

There was a sealed envelope that contained a bunch if poetry written by me and a friend in the 9th grade. I’ve since resealed the envelope. It was bad. Really, really bad.

There are postcards from my friend’s spring break vacations and years lived abroad, postmarked from all over the world…

…and concert tickets from venues that no longer exist.

Going though this stuff was a bit of an emotional journey. There was a lot of cringing. It was like reliving my tragically awkward adolescence all over again, although it was more fun from this distance.

The best part is, I don’t even remember saving these things. I had no idea this time capsule was buried on a shelf under my parent’s basement staircase.

When I first brought this box home, thought I’d just look though it and toss it. I couldn’t though. There’s just too much history in here to just throw away. Instead I weeded out a few things that are not quite as meaningful now. Then, I repacked it.

Hopefully, I can forget about it again, so I can rediscover it in another 10 years!

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