Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s The Artist’s Way, with all the talk about creating an environment for oneself. Maybe it’s that one of my best friends just had a baby and I’m living vicariously through her. I don’t know what is up, but this Mama Bird is nesting.
In theory, anyway.
I have no actual, like, money. And even if I did, it’s still Shopping Embargo February, so even if I win the lottery TOMORROW (unlikely, as I haven’t bought a lottery ticket since my 18th birthday), my inner consumerist is gonna be denied a shopping fix for another twenty days. As such, all my nesting/home decorating must take place in the tree of my own imagination. And what a tree it is!
- I’d like to start with some good readin’. I checked out Cottage Witchery from the library last year and really dug it. Now, I’m not Wiccan. The spells and incantations aren’t really my jam (but by all means, go for it if it’s for you!). But I’ve always had a strong sense of ritual, and turning cleaning into ritual gave me a deeper appreciation for my beautiful home. And while I don’t really go for “color magick,” many of the tips did give my home a peaceful, happy vibe. And now that I think about it, they did make me feel more connected to the earth and nature and whatever, so it’s deeply possible that the Wiccans know something I don’t. And I LIKE having flowers and candles everywhere and thinking about chasing bad spirits away when I sweep.
- As you probably know by now, I’m big on Pinterest. Follow my “For The Home” board and join the madness. You’ll notice that I have a weird obsession with bathrooms.
Exhibit A
- I crave brightly colored dinnerware.
- I have to give some love to Karen at Laurelwood Station. If you’re in the Portland area, check her out. She’s just launched her business and doesn’t have a webpage yet, but you can check out her Facebook page. My office manager at work recently ordered some of her terrariums for our office and they are GORGEOUS. Now, I don’t have a great track record with plants. Their lifespans decrease significantly when they enter my care. But my terrarium will require watering once every two weeks. Every two weeks?! Even I can manage that. The pictures don’t do justice to how pretty these are. If she could make one big enough, I’d sell my house and live in a terrarium.
Prime real estate.
- When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted a canopy bed (or, as I called it, a bed with a roof on it)(I was a weird kid). My childhood dream has grown up big time with this gorgeous farmhouse canopy bed from Pottery Barn. I extra like it with the curtains. A bed this epic would dwarf our teensy little bedroom, but a girl can dream.
The stuff that dreams are made of.
- I’m feeling so inspired. Maybe I’ll go home and paint all my furniture turquoise.
Before you peace out for the weekend, check this out. Because there really is no place like home.
