dwelling: n. a home, v1. to live in a place, to reside, v2 to linger over, emphasize, or ponder in thought, speech, or writing Dwellingness: the state of loving life as we live it and pondering it deeply.
Mom was right! Make your bed every day and the whole day will be better. Its a subliminal thing. Really. Just think about it.
The whole room looks better. The bed itself looks better. I love my bed when its made. Its a pretty restful oasis that beckons me when I walk into the room. When its left unmade, its an eyesore.
Its more organized. We all know that I have issues with this one. When the bed is left unmade, clothing and bath towels and heaven knows what else are all too easily left amongst the rumpled sheets. Things get lost. When the bed is made, those things are found and can be returned to their place.
You sleep better. Really, you do. There is something about crawling into a fresh, crisp set of sheets. They are cool and sleek on your body. All the signals for rest and relaxation are there. There’s no struggle with untangling the sheets, no hunt for the missing pillow.
You can have people visit your house at the spur of the moment without worry. Friends can put their coats in your bedroom or nurse their baby in private without you cringing about the state of the bedroom. The bed is made, the room just naturally looks clean, neat and organized. You look like Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart all rolled into one — just because the bed is made.
It gets you moving in the morning. When the bed is left unmade, its all too easy to drift back into it. When its freshly made and gorgeous looking, the subtle cues are there that the day is underway. Your get up and go gets with the program and gets up to go.
Every year at this time, we celebrate “Gotcha Day” with our beloved Golden Retriever, Ginger. She arrived at our home, full of fears and phobias on Februrary 13th, five years ago. In a word, she was a mess.
The staff at her vet and her daycare have done wonders to help us as we’ve helped her to become a “normal” dog. And so for Gotcha Day each year, we thank them for their hard work. Each year, I put together a surprise for the staff.
This was this year’s little surprise. I loved how they turned out.
While I was at it — I made a couple of mini cupcakes and packed them into push pops for the grand-daughters.
This is probably only a 5 minute task — but I decided to count it anyway. Towels at our house seem to unwind and unfold themselves and wander all over the bathroom counter and closet. What could be an attractive, organized collection of towels becomes a mess.
And since it feels better to grab a neatly folded or rolled towel, we take the neat towels and leave the messy ones behind. And that only makes the mess worse. Its a downward spiral that is difficult to get out of — unless you choose to take 10 minutes and organize the towels.
Its really not a big job. Just pull out the messy towels, fold or roll them, and put them back where they go. Simple. Quick. Easy. So why don’t I do it more often?
Today, I organized my towels. I pulled them out. I rolled (at PaineLess, we prefer the rolled towels, at Paine’sEnd, we fold the towels — different houses, different towel storage — it works). I put them back in the holders. They look beautiful. We’re happier. We’re using towels. It feels almost like a spa. 10 minutes well spent.
I’m noticing some of the bloggers I follow are using this time of year to make a list of home goals. These are simple lists of projects, changes, and “to-dos” for the year. I’ve also noticed that these bloggers are among the more productive, can-do women I follow. Their blogs have photos if projects ( big and small and even tiny) that are in process or done.
So, this year, I’m trying it out.
Here are my home goals for 2013:
1. Finish the striped curtains for the master bedroom.
2. Bookshelves for the family room
3. Bookshelves for the back wall of the kitchen
4. Get the antique icebox back in the kitchen and functioning as organized storage
5. Get the greenhouse set up in the spring and in full use for summer and fall.
6. Set some kind of awning or portico roof over the back door
7. Organize the trash area outside and make it more organized and functional
I sent the “boys” off to Fly Fishing School this morning. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen two happier men (except possibly, the same to guys at the end of the day). They’re off to Vermont to spend the day perfecting their casting and fish handling skills.
Orvis does a phenomenal job of teaching fly fishing to folks who didn’t grow up on rivers or lakes. It has more than evened the playing field in our house. I grew up fly fishing with the best of them — my grand-aunt was a licensed Maine Guide long before most women even thought of doing such a thing. While I rarely fly fish anymore, it comes back. Sort of like riding a bicycle — if you did it as a kid, it gets into your muscle memory and you’re all set. My beloved, on the other hand, was a city kid. He’s learned to troll and he enjoys a fishing expedition off of the Cape, but fly fishing has never been in his repertoire — until Orvis. Now he has a form to envy and does the family proud in the fly fishing department.
So, this morning, I fed them a hearty breakfast and then packed up a pile of food. Orvis will feed them a fantastic lunch, but the 15 year old is at that age where he’s always hungry. He’ll be ready for a second breakfast in just a few hours. There is no way he’ll make it until lunch time. And then from lunch until they get home for supper is another long haul. I don’t want the lure of McDonald’s to overcome the guys. So, I packed. Fruit, and peanut butter with crackers, granola bars, cookies and cheese, and some trail mix and almonds to munch away. It looks pretty nice doesn’t it? The kids are always still impressed when I pack bento style. This should hold them until they get home tonight. (I hope).
Its amazing what happens when you browse around the internet. One good find inevitably leads to another.
This is a Robert Jones 5 minute makeup tutorial. I’ll confess, I’ve had the books and loved the looks, but I’m not skilled enough to really do them. Seeing someone else do the “doing” certainly deepens understanding.
I was browsing around Pinterest the other day and it led me to this lovely French eye makeup tutorial. The instructions are in French, with cryptic English subtitles to help you get the gist of it — but the French directions are so much better. And the look is rather natural, but more dramatic. See what you think
As I’m moving toward better habits this year, choosing a good life, I’m re-embracing my love affair with France. I was thrilled to find this lovely video series on YouTube. Rachel Khoo does a wonderful job of french cooking in real life. Watch and fall in love