How about a peek at the Easter stuff I did manage to get up before it comes down?
Before I start, someone was asking about the speckled eggs (and I have no way to contact you), I assume you meant the ones hanging on the fireplace? I thrifted them, but they still had a Marshalls price tag on them. Not much help I am sure.
It took me half a day to find the glass ornaments, but find them I did.
The old die cuts are back in the "hall of frames."
I love the Easter tree in the foyer.
A closer look.
I thrifted this sweet cross stitch a few weeks ago and just plopped it on the mantle. It might stay there after Easter.
A faux chocolate bunny under a cloche and one of my grandpa's old jars stuffed with some peep lights.
The eggs in the jar are all real, some have been with me since we lived in Florida. The eggs on the cake plate are Jack's creation. He was bugging me over the weekend to dye eggs (too early!) so I dug out the wooden eggs and some watercolors and set him to work. He spent two days painting those eggs, working in bursts here and there, and I was SO pleased when I looked at them and discovered he had made them striped and beautiful!
I am really not feeling like myself lately. :-( I spent most of Friday bawling my eyes out when I discovered that the director and assistant director of the preschool are both pregnant.
And I find myself really hating the new neighborhood. We moved from a VERY (overly) vibrant neighborhood that was full of kids and commotion to a dead zone filled with retirees. Jack and I can spend 6 hours a day outside and see not another living soul. Only two people have knocked on the door in almost 4 months...There are no kids needing help with homework, no one needs a cup of sugar, the doorbell isn't ringing constantly, there are no too loud radios,etc etc.
And it is lonely.
For both Jack and I.
We've been walking to the park trying to meet kids in the neighborhood for him to play with. Yesterday there was a cute little boy Jack's age who tried SO hard to get Jack to play with him. Jack decided he didn't want to speak to anybody yesterday, so he just stuck to me like a fly on poo.
While I usually deal with Jack's social difficulties with ease, yesterday left me feeling sad and frustrated.
David says he was the same kind of child and that his parents made him feel like he was torturing them with his difficulties. I certainly do not want to do that, but I do want to encourage Jack to branch out a bit, take a risk. (The last two times we have been down there he was happy to play. Maybe it was the kid or the day or the phase of the moon, lol.)
Sigh. Anyway, that's whats happening with us.
I have another bookshelf on the patio waiting for me to paint it, so I suppose I should get up and do something, eh?
P.S. Did you see this article about quilting truckers? There is a quote in there about actually accomplishing something with his time off and I have long said that making things gives me a real feeling of accomplishment while I am doing the work of mothering, a job that is often one where it is hard to see the accomplishment. :-)
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