when we bought our house, an artist had been the previous owner. there are two types of artist homes. the ones that make for very pretty coffee table books of artists in Tuscany with afghan rugs, and mahogany furniture to inspire them. then there was this artist. he had a camping table folded out in the living room and a small television in the bedroom. and a mattress. and a german shepherd. not an inspired place.
so when we moved in we were starting from (-) scratch. i have slowly made this house our home. between having a little p attached to my boobies and supporting my man in finishing his uni degree. it has been a slow process. now, nearly a year after her arrival, p's room is taking form. we painted it 'sea wash' when we moved in, classic gender neutral. everything has been slowly found at amazing shops throughout the world. and of course, monsieurs teddy takes prize place. the blanket on the rocking chair was knit by p's great grandmother, the last thing her tired hands will make. it is peaceful and calm, and maybe at some point my little tornado will be too!
remember when i said that saturday was the busiest work day for us? well today is the start of our weekend. bliss.
big love, off to chase bub...