I spent most of the day organizing and getting rid of stuff. This is the furniture my grandpa made in 1955 for my mom (and then her two siblings). While we won’t be using the crib for a while, I’m so happy to have it. It’s super retro, but I tend to like that kind of thing anyway. He really was an artist, and the fact that this furniture is still in such good condition is a testament to his amazing craftsmanship.
The big news is that almost everything in my house has a purpose and a place of it’s own. This is amazing to me. I don’t think I’ve ever had such organization in my surroundings. It really is pretty zen. I feel great coming into this house, and without much changing most people who come into it (even if they’ve been here a thousand times) will mention how nice it feels. This makes me happy! I think it must be all the good energy Jeff and I are putting into it. It’s so important to me to have a sacred space. I want it to be full of love for this new person.
I noticed that it snowed yesterday, but I didn’t notice that we had stumbled into pre-revolutionary Narnia.
I love the contrast between tree branches and snow. It makes the whole world look like a painting.
I am so happy I started this up again. A toast to the new year!