This morning my friend Sarah popped in for a cup of tea and a peek at our 'new' home. We sipped black tea and munched on my 'rustic' looking almond meal choc-chip cookies while we chatted easily about our surroundings, and about our little ones. We discussed birthday parties because her little boy's is coming up and my biggest little has been invited to her first sleep over party and lets just say there is only one person around here who is excited about it!*
Sarah, my amazingly talented thrifting friend brought with her the best house warming gift for me: A vintage Atlas for decorating, an Eloise Wilkin 'big' Little Golden Book, and some gorgeous vintage wallpaper which I'll be using to upcycle a chest of drawers. Excited!!
She peeked at my untidy work-in-progress wardrobe and I gabbled about the plans I have for each space to make up for the current disarray. I noticed all the unfinished paintwork through her eyes and we could have tripped over numerous yet to be sorted 'miscellaneous' piles and boxes. But there are a handful of corners in our home that are complete enough to make me glad to be here and glad to share it.
There is enough order in the pantry and the laundry and the bedrooms for me to be content and get on with life. We wholeheartedly agreed that an imperfect home that still has order to it is much more inviting than a perfect home. But oh my, you should see the garage and the front lawn, and the study/crafty space. Blake is finishing our en suite vanity as we speak and then I have a list of shelving for him to tackle. Its hot hot hot this week in Geelong and the cooling system is not yet up and running and this time last year we were having regular swims at the beach before autumn really hits. I have rugs to make and walls to decorate. We are keen to get a little more order happening so we can have church here for our new Sunday afternoon meetings. Its a crazy season for this little family. I'm glad I have friends like Sarah to help keep me sane.
*Blake and I have been dreading the sleepover parties starting. We feel like if we let her go it will be the start of hundreds of them (huge exaggeration but easily done when one is as mortified as I am), she will want one for her 8th birthday in April (which we will say 'no' to), we don't know the parents very well, and she will come home exhausted and will take out her sugar hangover on us!