Wednesday, August 21, 2013

French Provincial Dresser

I have decided lots and lots of things for our home even though I know some of them won't happen for a while. It's just my creative outlet to decorate our home, even if it is, at times, just in my head. I have always been drawn towards french, belgian and swedish design. I love neutral, light-filled rooms that are not overly designed. With two active ones running around, I've found that a clean, well-ordered space makes life much simpler. Of course, I have a soft spot for antique furniture. I don't take myself too seriously but it's important for me to create a haven for my family.
Summer and I went on a hunt to find a dresser for her room. We found this yellow/cream-ish french provincial dresser badly in need of some love and attention. I decided to paint it with Annie Sloan Chalk Paint, and Summer picked the color, Paris Grey.
As for how everything turned out, Summer LOVES it. It's so much more, "her". The way her bedroom layout was before was nice and I think, fine, but it really didn't reflect the "look" that she loves, I feel like the whole room flows a bit more smoothly now. If she's happy, I'm happy.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Dear Summer

Dear Summer,
When I was about your age I loved to swing on the tire swing. So much that at one point the rope gave up, snapped and I fell. I hurt my back but that didn't stop me from getting on the tire swing after Grandaddy put it back up. The swing was hung on the tree in front of your grandparents' house. Sadly they had to cut the tree down when I left for college. Grandaddy found another tree not too far away from the old tree. It is the perfect spot. You love to swing as high as you can. Just like your mama when she was a little girl. It is one of your favorite things to do when we visit Grandaddy and Grams in the mountains.
Summer, you were so cute swinging on the tire swing and as you were looking over the hills you said, "Mama, I love it here because this is where you were a little girl." I couldn't have said it better myself. 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Sweet Forrest

Here is my Forrest right after he got home from school. The minute Forrest walks through the garage door he puts his backpack in the kitchen, changes into his play clothes and then goes straight to his baskets of Legos. If it's raining outside, that's what he does. If it's sunny out, he's outside riding on his bike or scooting on his scooter. After he builds something with his Legos, he hops on the sofa to play with it for a bit. Then he goes back to his "Legos station" to build something different. He repeats this over and over. If you give him a bag of Legos, he will be happy as a clam all day long.
One of my favorite moments with Forrest is when I turn out the lights and tuck Forrest into bed each night, he always wraps his tiny arms around my neck, squeezing tightly. And then he holds my face with his hands and kisses my left cheek.
Forrest is my sweet boy. I am one lucky mama.
And, my heart is full.