I spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday last week busily shuffling around my house doing all sorts of random tasks.
It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that I realized what was happening.
I was nesting.
The spring semester of homeschooling begins on Monday and I know that I won’t get many more chances to be productive around here.
The trim work hasn’t been painted in thirty years and the kitchen cabinets are way more “shabby” than “chic”.
The trees outside scattered bags and bags of leaves from one end of the yard to another and the beds inside need a deep clean.
Boy 3 has had to sleep on the floor for two years now, and my natural mothering instinct says that really needs to be resolved.
I looked outside at the cold, dreary weather and that nesting urge ignored all those practical projects and I began to make a sign like one I had seen at Anthropologie last year. (In my mind, anytime you can make something that you saw at Anthro, it’s time well spent making).
I started with an old board that was tucked away in the garage, and painted it black.
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| Hello, you old thing! |
I pulled out some nails and a ball of yarn, then printed out letters on the computer.
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| Hammer time. (Sorry I couldn’t resist) |
I started nailing, especially careful to make a good outline on the curves.
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| Boy 3 tried his hand at hammering in the nails. Suffice it to say it didn’t go well…. |
I wound the yarn around and around the nails and carefully tore off the paper.
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Then I was done.
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| I’m in love. |
For the next few months I will have to look past a few of those larger unfinished projects. Looking at my new sign will help me to remember that home is not a place that everything is finished, spit-spot, and perfect.
Home is where we choose to cozy up and live our lives together.
Nesting has its benefits.
