I was a big dork and didn't take ANY pictures...I don't know what I was thinking.
Well, she is now married and she sent me some pictures of the bedroom set in their new home...
I wanted a whitewashed or really distressed look for it.
I began with a thin coat of creamy white paint. I then scrubbed the whole thing with steel wool. I love the look steel wool gives, although I would recommend wearing gloves if you're gonna try it...I have lots of little silver splinters! I then mixed up a light blue-grey and painted some of the planks. A little heavy distressing, and it was finished!
Just kidding! Kind of. This desk WAS a part of the furnishings of the historic hotel. I can only imagine the faces she has seen!
The top had cigar burns and some decent wear-and-tear...
I paired her with a cute harp-backed chair.
I was soo excited to do this piano! It was in pretty bad shape when it arrived at my house...
So, allow me to be real...
I'm having a hard time with balance. I have all these things that I want to do...be a great wife & mom and run my own business along with my areas of ministry at church, which I would like to expand. I really like doing all those things, but I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. I'm not sure which area is overwhelming me and, obviously, there are some areas which are non-negotiable.
So, I am taking the week off of Laurel Haven and I am going to re-evaluate next week whether this is something I should be doing right now. I can't figure out if I need to manage my time better or if I need to put it on hold for now. What I do know is that my kids need my energy and attention. I don't want to expend so much energy toward running my business that I have nothing left for them. I will put all of these things on hold, indefinitely, if I feel that's what they need.
Any of you working moms (especially full-time mommy, working moms), I would love your input and advice about balancing it all.
Here is a recap of the last couple of days:
I've been working hard on my recent Laurel Haven project. I have learned a lot! This has definitely been my hardest piece and I am almost ready to show it to you! By Thursday afternoon, I had it almost complete. I snapped some photos and sent them to my client for approval. At this time in the afternoon, my babies were napping and I still had about an hour before they would wake up. I decided to give myself some downtime (I am my own boss, after all!). I sat down in my darkening living room as our afternoon storm rolled in.
I had been at my computer for about 10 minutes when Caleb came running up the stairs: "Emergency!! There is water pouring in the window well!" Me: "What? Inside?"
I am not an overreactor...I calmly walked down the stairs. I looked across the room to see the window well about half-full of water and water gushing through the bottom of the window! At this point, we all jumped in to try to do...something. I had no idea what to do. I kept telling myself "You're the mom. You're supposed to know what to do." I didn't. I asked the girls to bring me all the towels from the linen closet. And the blankets and comforters. I asked Caleb to grab my phone and call Daddy.
I stood there for about an hour, as water kept pouring in. We kept rotating blankets and towels--we used every towel, blanket, washcloth in the house. Daddy came home and, like me, didn't know what to do. There was nothing to do except try to minimize the flow of water while the level went down in the window well. I figured out how to make the water run through the towel into buckets.
It finally stopped and we were left with wet carpet and walls. Brad worked for a long time that night, wet-vacuuming and pulling the carpet back.
We are now in the waiting game with our builder, once again, to see if they will fix our window well wall that is now cracked. We'll see.
Friday, I worked all morning to recover. I had about 7 loads of wet, stinky towels and blankets to wash, dry, fold, put away. The girls and I created an art wall, to display their work. I felt we were recovering from the craziness of the the previous day. Maybe we would catch a movie that night?
I was in the kitchen, fixing lunch, when Emma came inside. She had a dark, thick drip of blood running down her leg. "I'm fine" she told me. "Well, at least let me clean it and put a bandaid on it" I told her as I set her on the counter.
As I began to clean it, I realized it had 3 levels of gash to it (I know I'm making up that term). I didn't know if it needed stitches. I'm the mom...I'm supposed to know, aren't I? I didn't know. I tried to call Brad. He didn't answer. I called the nurse at our doctor's office. Yes, she thought I needed to bring her in. She said to bandage it and try to control the bleeding til we get there. I hung up, tried to call Brad again. No answer. We're out of bandaids. I grabbed a cotton pad and some wrap and made up a bandage. I called Brad again. He answered and said he could be home so I could take her.
Poor baby. She was tough, but it hurt. Lots of cleaning and scrubbing. The numbing needle was the worst. 4 stitches later, and we were leaving.
Brad texted me, "Should we try to make the movie?" I wrote back, "Yes, I was using the movie to bribe/distract Emma. Let's try to make it" We decided to try out our discount theater (we have decided regularly priced movies are out for our family of 7. For a while, at least). He'd get the other kids ready and we'd meet down there.
Emma and I were walking into the theater when my phone rang. Brad, "I think I just lost the transmission." What?? You've GOT to be kidding me. He wasn't.
We hopped back in the car and went to meet them. As I was driving, I began praying. "Lord, what is going on? This is crazy." I heard His small whisper, "Trust Me." "I do."
We ate some dinner while we waited for the tow truck. We loaded into the car and went to the later movie. We saw How to Train Your Dragon (soo cute!). As we were sitting there, I looked across the row at our little ones...all munching away on popcorn and candy. I see Brad, holding my little guy. Life is good. Life is really, really good.
It's not a matter of IF the storm hits, it's when. And how we respond. I have no idea how we're going to fix our window well issue. Or our transmission. We gave up credit cards a couple of years ago and have yet to save up our "emergency fund". What I do know is that I have a big God. Bigger than all of this STUFF.
When Jesus was on the boat with the disciples, He reminded them of Who is bigger than the storm...
"You of little faith, why are you so afraid?" Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. (Matt. 8:26)
Thank You, Jesus, for being my calm during the storm.
I started with a frame from Goodwill. I removed the glass, picture and staples from the back. I then primed it and painted it a creamy white.
Then, I distressed the edges and sealed it.
I cut some chicken wire, just a little bigger than my frame.
(ouch! This stuff is a pain to work with!) I thought of using screening material, but I wanted it to look more industrious, so the chicken wire gave me the look I wanted.
I used my staple gun to staple the chicken wire to the inside, and then trimmed it with some wire cutters.I hot-glued 1 piece of fabric to the back, facing out, peeking through the chicken wire.
Then, I stapled my hanging ribbon to the top of the frame.
And, the finished product!!
She can hang her earrings on the wire, and I included some "s" hooks in her package for her necklaces.
Happy Birthday, Megan!
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