Your kids are coloring on your dining room table, on the floor, on the carpet, in their rooms, on their beds and you just might be thinking, will it come out!?! We use to do most of the creativity in our house actually in the garage! Can you believe that? Yes, paints and scissors and glitter glue make me nervous! Recently, I took an extra bedroom of ours (our girls still sleep in one room) and proudly made it the craft room. This took some bravery on my part, considering it use to be their nursery but I pressed on and gave my husband the green light on making it the craft room. There’s old carpet in there anyway so we hitched up that old barn kitchen table of mine as it was beckoning to be repurposed.
Thus began another room renovation. What was the playroom became the craft room. We started by moving all of their toys into the basement (I got some much needed exercise) and making that the let loose playroom (plenty of room to tumble and dance!). We then took that old barn kitchen table and cut the legs down with a hand saw and moved it into the new “craft room”.
We then found old curtain brackets and drilled them into the underside of the table. We found an old painters extension rod and hand sawed it, sized to fit inside the curtain brackets. My husband congratulated himself on his brilliancy which he deserved and I ran right out to my favorite craft store and bought two extra rolls of white craft paper. Neat!
What I love is that it’s functional and it uses old items lying around the house. Reuse and Recycle are common words and phrases used in our humble home. In this new craft room, a small room, but nevertheless, our girls love to create here; pulling down the paper and telling me to save each creation, each one special.
Their imaginations are endless. To add color and insult to injury, I used tomato seed cups to put the crayons in. It’s a beautiful table, one that I used in my first kitchen; one that I wanted to reuse somewhere else in our home. I hope they will treasure it always as a memento from my humble beginnings. Thank you for again taking time out of your day to read my blog. Your amazing.
It’s been a while since I’ve written. How have you been? I’ve missed blogging and hearing and seeing your comments. My goal is to update you on house projects I’m working on because I’m always rearranging furniture, selling something old and moving in something new. This is my life.
When I’m not talking about home décor or when I’m going to deconstruct a room for the millionth time, I’m also talking about real issues; items of substance that affect our families, current news topics that we’re all thinking about, talking about but sometimes keep hush-hush so we don’t disturb the calm waters. I’m usually right at the surface and you just never know what I might talk about.
So for instance, miscarriage. That never actually materialized but I did get pregnant this fall so the frozen embryo transfer in October was successful in that the embryo did implant. My uterus found it acceptable but the blastocyst just didn’t have enough genetic components to make it to the fetus stage. For the last two months I have naturally not quite been myself.
As anyone knows, depression is a hard word to utter. Many women all over the world go it silent and when one women encounters a miscarriage, many women just move on, never dealing with the pain and loss. I feel for them. Was it sadness for me, disappointment, or just the raw reality that at 42 years of age, that last embryo that didn’t make it became the last ship out of the harbor in my child bearing years-my harsh reality. Bye Bye babies, youth-hello menopause!
The last month I have been in and out of the fertility centers offices; giving them my blood to test the pregnancy hormone to see if it rose or fell off and the sonograms, oh the sonograms…..waiting for my doctor to tell me if there was a fetal pole. Fetal what? The earliest detection of a heartbeat in an embryo. I awaited it in all-the most horrendous anxiety anyone at my age can tell you there is. Debilitating fear. You see, I’ve waited for heartbeats before and they were there and then they disappeared. Heartbreaking for any of us who have experienced miscarriage. I’m sorry for your loss or losses.
Recently I went in for a DNC to remove the pregnancy. I felt fine I guess; my heart consoling me, telling me this last embryo I’ve waited and waited to implant just wasn’t meant to be; it didn’t have the genetic components to continue. From every single nurse to tech who put their hand on my tender shoulder in the OR, I thank you. I wouldn’t know how much that would mean to me in the last two weeks when I just openly sobbed in the park, on my bed, on my new couch, wherever I needed to let go. Thank you. I am still feeling the loss but today is a new day; a new day to be strong, another day to start again, to feel the sunshine, to take the dog for a walk and write to you. We all have the ability to start anew and be courageous. It’s with sharing this news that I feel stronger and with you, I hope you will share your stories of strength, recovery, and hope.
There will be more to discuss as we get stronger as a whole, as a nation. Please, I hope my blog never offends. It’s my hope to encourage. Be blessed and be at peace doing something you love. Thank you for allowing me to share.