Thursday, March 26, 2015

{pretty, happy, funny, real}

~Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life~

I ordered these pillow covers with our home state outlines on them from Etsy a month-and-a-half ago, and they just arrived a few days ago. They came all the way from China, many, oh so many days later than the production and shipping time estimates were. I was so annoyed by how long they took and I will never again order from an Etsy shop in China. It's just that they were exactly what I wanted and I couldn't find them anywhere else. This house has been one gigantic blank slate for me ever since we moved in in July, and I am piecing it together slowly. It makes me happy that now our entry is a fitting introduction to the rest of the house and who we are as a family. Kind of.  Little by little it's coming together. That green bench is something I picked up at a consignment store a few months ago, and immediately had second thoughts about it. I'm still not attached to it, but those burlap pillows make it a lot nicer to look at.

Annie likes to get herself going as fast and high as she can on the swing, and then jump out.  We just got that swing a couple weeks ago and I'm really glad we did because Annie loves to swing.  The others like it but Annie LOVES it.  This picture was taken yesterday evening.
Earlier today just as Timmy and I were arriving home, we saw Tim being dropped off in front of our house.  He had just gotten home from his trip to New York.  Timmy asked me to let him out right there, so I did and he ran across the yard yelling, "Daddy!" I grabbed my phone to capture their happy reunion.

{funny and real - they seem to go together hand in hand, don't they?}

A couple days ago, I microwaved the last of the leftover chicken tortilla soup for lunch. It was the perfect amount to fill up the bowl and I felt satisfied that not a single drop would go to waste. Once it was nice and hot I squeezed some lime juice in and added a dollop of Daisy. Perfection. Then I made my way to the table, holding it gingerly with two hands. It was heavy and it was hot. I was sooooo close to my chair when it suddenly slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. I didn't even get a warning, never felt it start to slip. One instant I had it and the next, SPLAT! I could have cried. The mess was so huge. I was so hungry. I was sliding quickly into a pit of despair. Then it came to me: real. I grabbed my camera. It doesn't get any more real than this.
Proving Tim's point about why we should not bother reupholstering these chairs
Timmy and I were in awe of the scope of this mess. It looked like someone had projectile vomited, splashing the floor, the chair, the wall, the window and the curtains.

And I was all out of paper towels. But it made for a good story!

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  1. I really love that swing! Where did you get it?

    And I love this prompt too - I may be stealing it! :D

    1. I got it from Plow and Hearth. It's the cutest little red swing with a distressed finish.

  2. I'm loving the pillows, the swing...actually everything about this post. Except the spilled soup, oh my how disappointing, I could almost taste it myself and just ache that it dropped, is it bad that I weep over food mishaps almost as easily as Hallmark commercials?

    1. Thank you! Yeah, the spilling of the soup will NEVER happen again. I will hold it from the bottom. I can't stand to have to throw good food away, especially when my stomach's growling!

  3. Ooooh my goodness - the soup! I applaud your ability to see the humor in it and take a picture. I would have cried BIG TEARS!
    LOVE the bench and the pillows. It looks great with the artwork above :)