In This Sweet Waiting | Part II
“Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn’t mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn’t matter.” The Velveteen Rabbit
I took my time.
I didn’t want to rush it and for this part to happen all at once.
I wanted it to come together bit by bit and to savor every moment of the planning.
This was the labor I was looking forward to.
And this made the waiting all the more sweet.
Jack’s nursery inspired by designer Mark Sikes.
I can’t even begin to count the conversations I’ve had with my mother about “waiting.” How many tears have I shed because I had to “wait” on something? An embarrassing amount is the best I can surmise. Especially when I was younger, having to wait for something or someone seemed akin to torture. As I think about it, that feeling of torturous waiting isn’t really exclusive to my younger years. I am pretty sure at the age of 28 I had a pretty intense emotional breakdown stemming from having to wait on something… which may or may not have been an item I purchased online that was backordered. (I was in dire need of perspective.)
Thank goodness even the poet Ralph Waldo Emerson wondered, “How much of human life is lost in waiting?” Amen, Mr. Emerson! It always makes me feel better to find a shared human experience, especially when it’s someone as intellectual as one of the literature greats.
It wasn’t until 6 months ago that I fully understood that waiting could be sweet.
I LOVE getting questions from my girlfriends about their houses.
It sends me on a little research project to make sure I give them the perfect, researched advice. It’s nerdy, exhilarating, and fabulous. For me, it’s second only to presents.
And I love presents. Continue reading
My husband, as an Algebra teacher, is always teaching his students to “solve for X.”
It takes work, and you HAVE to think.
There are rules to finding it, but within those rules there are different approaches to that problem.
The X is unknown. The X can change. But, the “X” is what make things great.
“I think I need subway tiles and a farm sink in my kitchen.”
“I definitely need some word art.”
“Mid-century modern would look so great in a bedroom. Or maybe a bohemian look with a Moroccan wedding blanket.”
“Ooohh, look at those French cafe chairs.”
The more we see something, the more we think we like it, and the harder it gets to discern what our TRUE loves are… Is the farm kitchen REALLY my style, or do I just like it because I’ve seen it on Fixer Upper?
How can we tell if we are truly “in love” or just having an “HGTV crush?”
From Architectural Digest 2014
Jackie O’s interior designer, Richard Keith Langham, is coming to Jacksonville. What an opportunity we have to hear from the man that Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis chose to be her designer.
“I hope life gives you back all the nice things that you put into it for other people,” Mrs. Onassis wrote to Langham on the back of a postcard of the Louvre in Paris.
“You picked this hotel because of the wallpaper, didn’t you?”
“Well, not just the wallpaper.” Continue reading