Photo: I have no idea what this plant is, but it has bloomed since my Uncle brought it to me. Isn’t it lovely?
It has been a week, dear reader. I’m so damn tired. But really, I didn’t do any work this week.
I’m tired the way that any hostess is tired after an extended visit. My Uncle (really, my Uncle’s partner, but I call him Uncle anyway), has been here since Monday taking on two huge projects that we never could have done in one week. And he provided most of the supplies, too, which is really a miracle. We’re just so… in need of support right now. This was a Godsend. It really, really was.
And all he asked for in payment was good food, toddler hugs and kisses, an air mattress and some linens, and some ears for listening. I provided those things, custom tailoring our first post-school week so as to accommodate him. I have no complaints. I’m tired because every moment of this week counted–for him and for me and ultimately for this house and the boys. And the results… well…
I want to say that I’m not paid by Benjamin Moore in any way shape or form and they probably don’t want me writing about them. But I wanted to tell you what we used because: a) we’ve now had two great experiences with their paint and b) we’ve had two great experiences with their store in general. Our local Colorworks store has a “color consultant” who hangs out and makes your colors work for you. We’d worked with her before on the playroom and really valued her advice, and the playroom came out brilliantly, as you know. I called up on Thursday and told her that The Husband had given me full-blown reign over the color of the bathroom. She said bring in a swatch of fabric for inspiration. I brought my wedding scrap book.
We love the colors from my wedding bouquet, you see, and we really wanted to have those colors expressed in the decor of the house. It’s a long story, but when we were wedding planning, the bouquet was the very.last.thing that we cared about and we went to the flowershop and were like “uh, we’ll take anything.” This fantastic florist was like, “you’ll thank me later,” and put together the reds and oranges of the wedding colors, but then put in the pops of purple, pinks, yellows and greens for drama. It was incredible. These colors have sorta been the palette of our lives. I wanted something that reflected that here. We’d really like these colors to be the ones that run through the house. Not to be obnoxious about our wedding, but to see little bits of something special in parts of the house. It’ll be a running theme that only we will know… you know?
That’s what she came up with. She’s kind of amazing.
I’m excited to see it executed so well in the bathroom. My next step will be to purchase new textiles and accents for the room over time (thus the swatches of yellows and orange for future reference.) The silver block is actually the back of the sample of a ceiling tile that was suggested:
Supposedly they are hammered to make them look like that. They are like a thin aluminum or something and you just glue them to the wall. Again, totally not paid by these people. I just thought it was cool and I am considering putting it up. In time, probably.
I’m so damn tired. When my Uncle said that he was going to come up for a few days to help out, I knew that it was going to be work. I’m not one for extended visits, really–what do you say after day 4 or 5, you know?? I also find it hard to sit down and accept help. The Husband and I are both independent (if you haven’t noticed) and we’re really proud of what we’ve been able to accomplish on our own with our own resources. But this was just… beyond our available resources. We needed to say “yes” to a few offers, we needed to bow our heads in gratitude.
My Quiet Thoughts are about opening the door and saying “Thank You” during the times when the Universe comes knocking with that break you’ve been asking for. We don’t always get the thing that we want–the candy that is advertised that will take our problems away, if only temporary. Sometimes we just get the thing that we need. This week, I got what I needed, and I’m so glad.
So my aching back and numb brain will rest, I’ll wake up early tomorrow to run out for butter milk so that way my extended guest can have some pancakes for breakfast before we see him off. We’ll write a really nice thank you card and I’ll knit something for him (with my most limited skills). Maybe the boys will make him some finger-paint cards or something…
Anyway, I’m so glad that I opened up my home and accepted the help. Next week will be better than last week. It will also be, God willing, lead free.
On this Friday, this LATE Friday, I hope that you are enjoying a good drink with better company. I hope that you have spent time in a low-lit room, listening to the musical sound of a partner’s voice telling an enchanting story. Or maybe a melody from a jazz band that makes you tap your toes or sway in your seat. I hope the sounds of summer, those crickets or those cicadas calling in the night, play a soundtrack to your evening of reading. I hope your days are filled with the roars of ocean waves, the whisper of the water spreading over thirsty sand, reaching ever closer for you as the tide comes in. I wish you the laughter of children digging in the sand, speaking of their grand plans for a fun summer. I wish you a cold brew in your hand, a cool breeze in your hair, and the shade of a sturdy tree above you. And the joy of knowing that you made it to the weekend. And the warmth of knowing that someone, somewhere loves you.
Until Monday, take care.