Thursday, August 27, 2009



I received this fancy white desk that I'd been eye-balling, for my birthday, about 2 1/2 years ago. Since we'd been students and nomads our entire marriage, we'd put off buying any real furniture till we got a real house (our someday house as we like to call it). This desk was my little tidbit of what that life might taste like, a pacifier. When we moved from our tiny one bedroom apartment to this townhouse, I was pregnant and couldn't do any lifting. I just barked at my helpful family members as they carried all my junk, "Just DO NOT SCRATCH MY DESK!" It was my prize-- my joy, the beacon that urged, "Someday...someday we'll be real people with real furniture".

We're still not. We mostly don't have any real furniture. I do little crafty what-nots here and there to make things livable, for the time being. I use what I have...make it work. TV's are propped on badly scratched yard sale night stands. Plastic Target lamps serve as our bed-side lights. A long-ago painted dresser is a make-shift hutch in our "dining room". None of fits my real vision, but it works for now.

I've had a bad case of house envy lately. Its an affliction that comes and goes. I watch as my friends make big plans to do remodel projects, or move, or garden, or install window treatments that don't involve plastic blinds, or have dinner on a table that they didn't also puff paint on when they were 7, and a tiny tingle of jealousy creeps up. "But I wanted to do that (fill in the blank...project, furniture idea, color scheme etc.) when I have a house". I know its immature and lame, and petty. And like I said, its just a tiny tingle.

Don't get me wrong...I am grateful that or heads are roofed, and that we are not facing any of the scary issues with the housing market that lots of people are. And the fact that we don't have a house...its 100% our own fault. Its a choice. We made part of a bigger plan. And we will have one eventually.

I walked into my office a month ago to find that Avery had picked up a pencil and gone to work drawing on my treasured desk.

And when I saw it, I wasn't mad or annoyed at the mess. Honestly-- I was proud. I don't even know how she learned to draw. I'd never shown her. She just put together how to hold the pencil and that it put lines down by watching I guess? My little girl...growing up so much! Drawing? Can 15 month old babies draw?

I haven't washed it off. I don't know if I ever will. I love coming in and seeing that she's been there. That this is where our family lives, that tiny hands have been at work. She's real, and she's ours.

I'm so grateful for my little family. That we are safe. That we have love.

And I'm grateful for creative friends, who have all of that too-- and who have fabulous design ideas, and that our shared interests and ideas make us closer... and better together, and that our differences make us interesting.

And when the time comes, and its finally my turn to have a house, I know they'll be there to help me pick out paint.

This morning as I went to start the bath, I found my little elf had been at work again:


Avery likes to throw things in the tub. If you're missing say... your cell phone, 12 bottles of shampoo, your keys, some fruit? Chances are...its in the tub.

I cleaned it all out, turned on the water, and we enjoyed our morning bath in our sunny bathroom,

while we shared an orange.


  1. how are you such a good person? do you know how many bad words i would have to hold back if my child did that?

    i love you.

    i can't believe avery is so big and pig-tailed and i don't even know her. frown.

  2. Not only do you make it work, but you totally pull it off. The first time I came to your house I fell in love with your makeshift hutch. And your crafty projects look totally planned.

    I get jealous just thinking about how amazing your someday house will be.

  3. That was such a touching post,both poignant and funny.
    Love the thought of you two in your tub,sharing your daily ritual.OX, Mom

  4. Oh, I am just sitting here chuckling with a warm heart. I loved this post. Hoping for what you want, and yet loving what you have. That's a good way to be.

  5. Wow, I would have been angry. Very angry. I love your blog Danielle. it is such a good mix of everything that I think is fun: babies, crafting, witty words. I read your comment today and I haven't made the bonnet yet, but I did buy the pattern. I went on a few vacations, so I am behind in sewing. Way behind. I am coming to Utah in a few weeks though, and if you are available I would love to see you and meet your adorable little cherub (I know that sounds cheesy, but honestly, that's what she is.) Anyway, let me know and send some of your patient vibes my way. thanks.


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