(Afternoon In the Kitchen, by Phoebe Wahl.)
(Baby, by me. Isn't she something?)
I am enjoying the coming in this time of year brings for us. How little corners get spruced up, tidied, changed to suit what we need from the space right now, this year. Though I don't fool myself into thinking anything is ever 'done' in a 200 year old farmhouse, I am excited to see this house evolving and projects long in the works move towards completion. And while I wait for the right time for us to finish that trim in the hallway, replace that old light fixture, or paint the last kitchen wall....I shuffle furniture and frame new prints and we settle in for this season ahead.
A month ago, I was at an antique shop looking for lamps (I'm always looking for lamps). I didn't find lamps, but I did stumble upon a spindle daybed and kinda fell in love with it. But, not being there for a new daybed, and not knowing what I'd even do with it if I did get it, I left empty handed. And then the silly daybed became one of those things that kept creeping into my thoughts until I woke up one morning and said, "Steve, I'll be right back. I have to go get a daybed". He didn't blink, and I thanked my lucky stars when it was still there, and brought it home where it prompted a little living room freshening. Some new curtains quickly followed their way into the room (a Marimekko shower curtain cut in half for each window with just a bit of stitching), and it all feels just right for a cozy winter ahead. Though the couch across from it is bigger and softer, it seems that most of us are drawn to that little daybed. Playing, reading, napping and working. But really, put a little bed, with a pile of pillows, right in front of a wood stove and who could resist that? Not a one of us.
