Tomorrow is our family's biggest celebration of the year: Winter Solstice! We celebrate with some joyful traditions that the kids talk about throughout year. (I'll share more about our holiday traditions when I have a few moments, but first, yesterdays wonderful madness. Alas, this is not a Solstice post.)
I set to work around lunch time yesterday cleaning the house (in preparation for the arrival of the Solstice Elves). When I got to wiping down the bathroom floors I was disgusted by the state of that space. Totally. Completely. Disgusted. Do you know that moment when something that has been in your space for weeks (say, a mislaid laundry basket or someone's sandals in December) becomes visible because you are expecting company? It was that moment. But without the company.
We have lived in this house for over four years and our bathroom trim had never been painted. Lord knows how long it had been there before we moved in. We were about to paint the trim when Lupine arrived but birth and babyhood got in the way and frankly, we forgot. Until yesterday. The metal radiators were rusted and dirty and the whole space was pretty depressing. (Oh, and I had never hung curtains. In four years. I know. Silly.)
So in a fit of productivity I abandoned house cleaning, flew to the hardware store, bought paint and finally finished the bathroom. I was amazed at what a difference a little white paint to the trim made in that space. Transformed, I tell you.
Then I dug into my fabric stash and before bed we had fresh new curtains from a stash of vintage yardage I picked up at a rummage sale. It has a certain old lady mojo to it that I'm kind of digging.
Girlie? Yes. I think the boys will roll with it. I guess that's my Solstice gift to myself. A fresh finished space to relax in when it's time for a bath.
Completion. That's new for me. But you know, I think I could get use to it.