kitchen confessional
I was reading this pregnancy book of my lovely Devon while hanging out at the doctor with her, and one of the chapters talked about how as a new mother, you need to learn to let things be as they are with the house while you adjust to the baby. Sleep when they sleep, don't worry about cleaning, etc. I thought about how I would like to cultivate this now, learning to let things lie. I'm not talking about becoming a slob, I'm talking about learning to relax with a house that is "lived-in." In an effort to find the beauty in clutter, I decided to snap a picture of my kitchen this morning and tell the story behind each object. You should totally do this (shoot me an email if you do!) and we can find beautiful messes together.
In fact, I've gone and created a flickr group for us to upload pictures of our mess. JOIN!
Even better than just a picture would be telling us what we are looking at, the history behind an object, the frustrations of the room, what things are used for...
{ Domestic Confessions }
In fact, I've gone and created a flickr group for us to upload pictures of our mess. JOIN!
Even better than just a picture would be telling us what we are looking at, the history behind an object, the frustrations of the room, what things are used for...
{ Domestic Confessions }
In other news,
it's sunny.
I feel my suffocated soul reaching up on tippy-toes for Vitamin D. It feels good.
I feel my suffocated soul reaching up on tippy-toes for Vitamin D. It feels good.
My plants are therefore gathered for church. They bask in nourishment together.
And I am their pastor.
8 comments:
Plants gathered for church... I am their pastor. = awesome.
Doting on you today. You make me smile. Manifeasto this evening? I want to drink beer with Joel.
I have so much love for this.
I have that same plant I always forget about too!! Your "messes" are lovely in their arrangement. Are you sure you're letting things be?
I hope you find time to enjoy yourself and relax.
You are a lovely mess.
I say, preach it.
Mme., please write a poem about the plants going to church in the sink. If you don't, I will have to, but it will be mostly plagiarism.
Love, Lizzy
You came over for dinner last night in my dream! I don't remember what we made, we drank some wine. We talked about how much we like words, and hated misspelled words. I felt bad that in some of my letters to you I for sure must have had a mistake but we laughed about it. We did the dishes and talked about or husbands having the same name.
I woke up smiling, but it sounds sort of creepy now that I'm telling you ha, ha :)
*our, see! there's the mistake haha damn you, small laptop computer screen
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