So I'm sure you've noticed that I changed the title of my blog... er... again. Do any of you sometimes feel like, even after years of being a wife and mother, you're still just playing house? It's rather a nice feeling, actually... when I feel that way, I realize that it's so fun to have a home and play with my son and take care of my husband. It is, after all, what I have always wanted to do. And that "playing house" sensation also opens me up to all kinds of new possibilities, realizing that the outcome of our "play" is entirely up to us. We get to choose what we are going to do every single day, and I'm trying to make that more of a conscious choice, rather than just letting the days flow by.
Also, I've been working lately to make our house more "us". The house isn't really big, so I'm turning every bit of it into "living space". Mike and I are really laid-back people, and I really want to have a home that is immediately comfortable to anyone who visits. Both kids and grown-ups should be able to walk in and feel free to play here. I love that people look through our books, draw on the kitchen chalkboard wall, leave funny messages on our fridge with the magnetic letters, or grab instruments and start doing an impromptu serenade. So bit by bit, I'm creating... well... a playing house. And I love it.
The photo above is of the space I'm looking at right now, to the left of my desk. (And yes, that's Charlie and Lola on my computer desktop.) This is probably the most crowded-looking corner of my home, but it makes me happy. I just painted the living room and kitchen in these colors a few weeks back, and I'll tell ya, it beats the heck out of the dingy white that it was before. Love it.
(P.S. I love this post!)