New Beginnings

New post up on the Traditional Cabinetry blog.

Open the Gates and Seize the Day!

Seriously, Andrew prepped the children with beautiful Bible verses the night before their first day of public school to guide their thoughts and dreams before the big day. When I woke up Monday morning, instead of the inspired word of God greeting my mind, it was the inspired word of the Newsies set to music:

"Open the Gates and Seize the Day!"

I'm pretty sure it was God who spoke to the Newsies, too though.

I've told you a few of the reasons for this galactic lifestyle change we've made- Traditional Cabinetry and Dreams. Another reason is home schooling in April in Minnesota. Combined with giving birth to a baby in April in Minnesota, I see this as the perfect storm. Last spring we were so on edge, crawling the walls with 'I'm-sick-of-your-face-and-your-voice-and-your-breath-but-we-can't-go-outside-because-everything's-melting-and-mom-hates-messes' disease (also known as cabin fever). I know I should view this as a beautiful lesson in patience and togetherness and learning to love each other even when things aren't ideal. And sometimes we really can rally and make the best of things! But last April found me in a tough place mentally, and as I've had a bout with postpartum depression (after G, born in May), I panicked when I found out I was due with this baby cake late spring. How could I function as a mom, a teacher, a caregiver, housekeeper, and heal from the trauma of childbirth all at the same time? I had to come to terms with the fact that I don't think it would be best for anyone if we went into spring with our current lifestyle. And the more I thought about the change (which terrified me honestly), the more I thought about the things I could do with my time instead of teaching. The result of this reflection was surprised relief. You know it wasn't an easy decision and saying goodbye to that lifestyle (for now at least) brought so much mourning. But as of 3 o'clock Friday, I can tell you that everyone is doing well and adjusting fine (I had a breakdown at the end of the day, but that could have just as easily been triggered by the fact that my little troll baby, Oliver, turned 13 on that blessed day).

Therefore, the actual school part is another reason we're choosing to send them for this semester. We don't know what fall 2020 will bring, but we hold our expectations high, though loosely, knowing God will provide ways and windows and every other grace we need when we need it. 

Adolescence

The very word gives me an awkward shiver- adolescence. But I have so much of it in my life right now, I have to embrace it. Oliver turned 13 on Friday. A teenager living in my house and it's not me?! Where has the time gone?? He is a piece of individuality. And even though it's been a little tough being the mom of an adolescent boy (there are more times we don't understand each other lately, I can't just ruffle his hair to mend things...), it's been such a gift to see him grow in ways I didn't expect or didn't prod. He anticipates the needs of others, and jumps to help. He runs a trap line that I don't understand (though he did take me on the full hike in the fall). He beats me in chess in 5 minutes (okay, that's been happening since he learned 4 years ago). He loves his English class and playing piano and snowmobiling and mountain biking. He loves to make his little brother run and his sisters scream (not my favorite). But then he sits down and plays Monopoly peacefully with them for hours. He's a pretty descent kid, considering he's in the depths of puberty. Love you, Bud!

Here we have Andrew and Mini Me...they even have the same teeth. (Oliver powered through a very messy bike race and a fever in Duluth  in October.) 

Another adolescent that's part of my daily grind is Traditional Cabinetry. Andrew started this company 13 years ago in January. At that time he had a business partner (not me) and a vague idea of what to do with his God-given passion for creativity and craftsmanship. A few years in, he bought out his business partner, and has been through a few transitions with employees and vision. He now has a business partner again as of last Monday (me), a team of 3 rock star employees, and the same dream to be a creatively fine craftsman. There have been actual growing pains during these maturing years of TC, as we question who we are as a company, and what our purpose is in this world. Sounds dramatic, but we're trying to embrace the awkward and listen to the promptings God has for us. Andrew and I are so excited to be working together and seeking to fulfill our calling as small business owners during an extraordinary time of cabinetry design, with companies like deVOL and Plain English Kitchens and designers like Emily Henderson and Jean Stoffer Design inspiring our work.

Here's to growing through discomfort and believing the matured version of ourselves will be all that we've dreamed of and more!

Dreams

My book club just finished Little Women, and while discussing this beloved classic, we were asked to share our 'castles in the air' (aka dreams). As I considered it, I realized I've been doing the same dreaming since I was little- trying to make spaces more beautiful, either physically or mentally rearrange a room/shelf/table to look its best, recognizing complementary colors and patterns and textures. I can't help it! My mother gave me the liberty to do what I wanted in my little bedroom with the orange carpet and peach walls. I was probably 6 years old, and I remember arranging tiny plastic Precious Moments on a shelf, pinning things to the aforementioned walls. I didn't realize not every 6 year old person was doing this. As I got older, my design became a little more sophisticated- antique books instead of plastic figurines, yellow walls instead of peach (okay, maybe sophisticated wasn't the right adjective for lemon yellow walls...).

With MLK Day on my mind, I want values and long-term vision to guide my dreams. I believe God, the One who created me as I am on purpose and for a purpose, has put things in me and allowed certain things to excite my thoughts more than others. The other day I talked with the sweet  mother of a friend, who told me about my friend's calling to be a writer. Even when this author is critiqued to tears and asked to re-write things that she had truly felt so deeply, she presses on. Her mom asked how she could possibly continue after such exhausting correction. My friend's reply was beautiful. "Because I have to. I can't not write."

I've been dabbling in interior design even as I home school, but have felt like I can't give either job my full attention. I'm really looking forward to focused time with work during the day, and focused time with the kids after school. But seriously, this is going to be an astronomical (and good) change for us. I was home schooled myself, so it's what's familiar and safe for my inmost person and for the most part I've loved these years. But I'm so excited to see how we're able to grow through this season of uncharted territory- coming together at the end of the day to see how everyone's doing, rather than wishing we didn't know quite so intimately about every feeling of every person all day long.

Going back to my friend's statement- what is it you HAVE TO DO or you'll burst? Is it teaching? Is it cooking or baking? Painting or making music? Is it writing? Is it crunching numbers? Is it wardrobe styling? Is it running or swimming or biking? Is it caring for someone's medical needs? Think of what it is that your heart soars while doing-- and find a way to make more room for it in your life. Because there are people who God wants you to bless, and ways he wants others to be a blessing to you that can only happen if you're walking in the path he laid out for you. That's what I think anyway...I'm trying it, I'll let you know how it goes!

Happy first day of public school to these nerds!

You've Got This

These girls are so excited to start school! (this picture is like 2 years old and I love it so much)

You're wondering what I'll do until the baby comes in April (besides eat) now that the children are off to school? I'm beginning a career at Traditional Cabinetry! I'll be office manager/social media/PR/sander/taper person. Andrew and I have dreamed of working together, and have collaborated on some of our favorite projects (if you follow me on Instagram you've seen our most recent feat, alongside the lovely Megan Garry). We're greatly inspired by Chip and Jo who built an empire out of creativity and guts. While we're not looking to build an empire, we are hoping to draw out more beauty in this broken world via creating and setting our sights high together. Our enthusiasm builds and our dreams grow as we share and hope and stay up late talking. I've never had the dream of being an office manager (not even totally sure what it means), but let's talk more about dreams next time. This post is more about the NEED for me to come alongside Andrew.

So- assisting Andrew is one reason we've decided to take this huge leap that feels like jumping from Australia to Alaska. Andrew started TC 13 years ago (the very month Oliver was born), and as the business grows, he has continued to be alpha and omega- beginning and end. We couldn't do anything without our employees who are amazing, talented people, keeping the blades spinning and the nails nailing, and everything in between. Meanwhile Andrew is trying to set up jobs and complete jobs. He's in the office and in the spray booth within minutes of each other never quite feeling like he completed a task, like butter spread over too much bread. So I'll swoop in to save the day- obviously my office skillz and general wizardry will relieve so much stress. Winston will be the jester, entertaining us as we go, hopefully learning to read and do fractions (jokes).

And I know you want it-- Feelings Update--
The other night, after we had had a lovely tour of the girls' school and meeting of teachers and classmates, I was lying awake in a panic over what would happen to my children at school when I wasn't there (how cunning of the devil to reverse all reassurance I had felt earlier). But the Lord spoke to my heart so clearly.

"Do you think you can do a better job of protecting them than I can?" 

Here come the waterworks AGAIN. Right, God. You've got this.

Making change

"For everything there is a season.." 

[Old photo, new adventure]

This season I've meditated a lot on Mary's life and calling, considering our similarities at Christmas- being pregnant and doing a lot of traveling (no full-term donkey rides for me...). It was the waiting with eager expectation that made me think of her, accompanied by the human tendency to fear the unknown. And then my thoughts turned to Jesus and how this eagerness and fear gives me a better insight into his coming to earth. In pregnancy there's an umbrella of impending pain that's always in my peripheral. I can usually focus on other things acutely enough that I don't see it..but when I lose focus, there's the umbrella...the thought of labor, delivery, and the aftermath of those things. There are thoughts of sleepless nights and the possibility of postpartum depression. There's the fear of something happening to this precious little helpless person. When Jesus came to earth, his umbrella of impending pain was unfathomable. At first glance, knowing that he came as a sacrifice for our insufficiency, it seems like his death would be the beauty of his coming. But the journey itself was beautiful, with redemption coming to some even before the cross. He taught and loved and forgave and healed, all the while knowing what the future held. Jesus was able to be in the moment, with the people he loved. There was pain and sorrow along the way, but that didn't prevent him from meaningful relationships or joy-filled reunions or hilarious analogies.

I was so moved by this quote the other day:

"Joy and sadness can walk hand in hand, one doesn't need to bow to the other." Annie F. Downs

I love Minnesota. The distinct four seasons and the unpredictability within those seasons (the identity crisis when spring thinks it's winter...or summer thinks it's winter) are such a delight. So why is it so difficult for me to accept that life also has seasons? We're coming to the end of our home school journey- the 3 oldest start public school January 27th, Winnie will finish out kindergarten at home- and I have cried more tears over this decision than probably anything. We Toftnesses typically roll with change, rather than making change. Sure, we have lofty ideas of adventure and the hunger to shake things up...but we always end up choosing the familiar over the unknown. When we decided to choose this public school adventure, a myriad of emotions came in a flood. I felt like I was walking through a mental deluge for weeks. But through a lot of learning and praying and seeking, the co-mingled emotions are becoming less intimidating. I can be grateful for our experience with the extraordinary families we've grown close to through our co-op, and yet mourn the passing of this chapter. I can be happy for what's to come, and sad for what's being left behind. These last few weeks were like the gestation of the idea- I stared hard at the impending umbrella of labor...when I actually drop my kids off at school and say goodbye for the day. I've been home with a child or children since Oliver was born 1.31.07...like literally HOME WITH THEM. And yet, because of the Advent meditation God pressed on my heart, I can look at Mary, Joseph, Jesus, other saints, and know that joy and sadness can work together to draw me closer to Him. Can you even imagine the emotional roller coaster that Mary went through knowing she was carrying the Messiah and raising him to let him go? Or the human part of Jesus that didn't want the pain that was guaranteed if he was going to fulfill his calling? My current umbrella is made of gold compared to the shadow that they were under and the daunting tasks that such a great cloud of witnesses were asked to be active in. What's your umbrella?


P.S. There are many factors that went into this life-style change. If you're interested in all the reasons, stick around. I *might* write a post about it. ;)

I have some news...

Friends! It's only been a minute since my last post (jokes). I've not been sharing life on this platform, and I miss it. Just add 1 year, 10 months of life growing and happening and shaping since the last time Moxie got attention, and that's where everyone is. I've been growing older along with the children, which makes me even more shocked, scared, humored that I'M HAVING A BABY!!!!! It's like the craziest. Heading into the second trimester this week, still having flashes of what-the-heck-is-God-thinking blink across my brain... No, this wasn't planned (I would've wondered if I were you, too). Let me clarify: this wasn't planned by us. This life has been on history's timeline since the foundation of the world, and that's what stops my sad/sorry tears...and opens the floodgates of gratitude. I should explain the sad/sorry. My collection of 4 children has finally hit a sweet spot. They can pretty much take care of themselves. Oliver can boil the water and make the mac n cheese. They can all unload the dishwasher and use the bathroom and make their beds and ride their bikes and brush their teeth and feed the cats and dress themselves. Most can read and play the piano too. There are parts of my job as a parent that I had retired from. Prematurely *palm to forehead*. Also, we have a small house with 3 small bedrooms, and we've done the math perfectly so that each bedroom has two people. Where are we going to put a baby and all the gear that comes with it?! These are the things that stunt my enthusiasm...but they're all nothing compared to the promise of new life. So here we go, jumping back in with both feet, preparing to welcome another tiny person into this tiny house.

I've been meaning to share these pictures since my friend Margaret took them, and now that they're going to be outdated, I have to swoosh them into the world.

(That's the face I made when I saw two lines on the pregnancy test.)

Excitedly awaiting the Great Bambino, due 4/27/20.

Kids' Bathroom

Oh guys. The post-holiday feels around here are real. Like 90% of the people are suffering from or recovering from influenza. We're talking fever, cough, chills, sore throat, headache, nose running away to join the circus... I had Marg in for her 6 year well child and vaccinations in October, so we both had the flu shot then- she got a touch of this bug right after Christmas, I haven't had even a sniffle. But for the rest! Let my immunization procrastination teach you a lesson... EVERYONE! GO GET YOUR FLU SHOT NOW or you'll be pathetic and shivering for a week at least, like my family who I love.

I also love this bathroom. Why? Because my Andrew built it with his own two hands..and some wood and nails and other such boring nonsense. When we bought the house it only had a dormer on one side (where Oliver and Winston's bedroom is now), so adding another created space for a hallway (leading to the west bedroom), and a bathroom. Our house was a kit house bought straight out of Sears and Roebuck in the early 1920's, so there were a few missing modern amenities, like bedrooms with doors or closets. There was a plumbed toilet on the basement landing though, so that's extra...?

[Disclaimers: Some of the pictures you're about to see are so dreadful. I mean like the grainiest, messiest bit of pixels you'll see in these modern times. If this blog has a future at all, I'll need an honest to goodness camera STAT. Megan used her professionalism to capture (professional term) the girls' bedroom, and it was so good! But she has a day job and I love her too much to ask her to take a personal day from her speech therapist job to come during the perfect light and make my bathroom look like a million bucks.
Also, if you haven't noticed before, you'll absolutely see now, that our walls are textured- gasp! I agree that smooth walls are prettiest! But texture is more practical. And costs less. I'm giving you all permission to follow my 1990's style, and texture your walls..and paint them 'forest green'. You may not, however, under any circumstances, popcorn your ceilings. That's dead like dinosaurs.]

Andrew's parents revived a tumbled down lake cabin a few years ago, and gave us the old kitchen sink that we were able to incorporate into the vanity. The cabinetry design was based on a dresser-turned-vanity that I saw in an ages old Country Home magazine. We used wood- pine I think- from the feed boxes in our former barn. I don't remember where I got that little stool, but isn't she the cutest? 

The tiled top (which also sounds 90's when I think about it...), is a beautiful shiny onyx that was very cost effective from Home Depot. They're 1/2" squares, with a mesh backing binding them in 1' patches. We should also talk about that beautiful mirror I designed for Andrew to build. I had been looking at antique buffet mirrors ( I didn't want something so plain that it looked like I just tipped a vertical mirror sideways) but everything was too tall. So I went with the rounded top corners and dark brown stain on oak, and I think it looks so sharp! Andrew is so good at making my blurry visions a reality.

About that painting hanging on the linen cabinet- Oliver and co. did it for Winston before he was born, right after we found out he was a boy. And there's my Kasper Wireworks basket being a prop. Right now there's a neglected plant that I water when it looks dead, and it comes back to life. The sconces (also by the girls' beds) are slightly old-fashioned...and a bargain. I honestly think they were $10 ish at Fleet Farm. I chose these lights several years ago when we were doing all of the picking, and I'm glad about them. Even though sconce lights are having a time in the spotlight (pun) right now, they're all so beautiful I know it would take me a year to decide, and even then I'd second guess myself. Cheers to cheep lights.

You guys. I'm sad this photo isn't conveying the beautiful colors and finish of this little piece. The prayer is so simple, yet profound when you think of what it implies..and since my iPhotography lacks clarity...

'Morning Grace'
Dear Lord, watch over us throughout the day,
Be with us and guide us in work and in play
And in all that we do and all that we say,
May we show You our love in our own little way.

Oh golly. This is supposed to be a picture of the shade from Country Curtains. I wanted a tidy, cordless shade that wasn't just one of those zingy ones (that's what they're called, right?). Anyway, please get the idea without being disgusted by the under-quality.

Cutest cat hook, a gift from my sister.

Clock and 'I Could Pee on This' cat book both from Target. Everything else was garage sales or thrift stores. Except that mouse, which Oliver broke when he was a toddler when we were at Christmas Point once. Yes I said Christmas Point and toddler. Shame on me.

Totally didn't notice that roll of TP on the back of the toilet. 

The summer view out the second story window. Imagine everything green being either white or gray, and that's the view today.

And that's the kids' bathroom, folks! A big thanks to my Anj who is extraordinarily talented.

Exposure

Happy New Year! I posted a few Christmas photos to Instagram if you're wanting something to look at rather than read. ;)

Okay. It's about to get real in here, y'all.

Do you watch This is Us? Did you catch the episode when, during a family photo session, Rebekah (mother of 2 white, 1 black babies) mentioned exposure being a problem for their family? (Side note: That was the story of my life growing up- with 3 white kids and 3 black kids making up us siblings, someone was always in the wrong light for the picture.) Exposure. That's brilliant. Drawing attention to our differences isn't always the worst and the reality that this network television show is magnifying stirs me. Like how do they paint such a clear picture of grace and love and forgiveness and family and hard knocks and choices that don't feel like choices? They're representing the perspective of so many people we meet every day. As this beautiful recognition makes its way through the density of my heart (seriously, I'm not a very feely person) I can't help but think, why so judgy? Why do I think I can make an assessment of someone else's lack of character, when I've always had a roof over my head and food in my belly? The fact that I haven't experienced life as difficult or crazy as someone else, isn't proof of my superior character...but brings light to my inexperience and un-understanding..and lack of depth, quite frankly. This TV show is proof that God the Holy Spirit can use any avenue he chooses to stir empathy and cause deep conviction of the heart.. including NBC. ;) There are so many hurting in my town, in my county. So many who I would judge at face value and not even think to get to know or think to help. And there's usually something we can do, if we wake up, dress our souls in love and courage, and take a step. That was the mission of Flannery O'Connor. This fall we read a couple of her short stories for Well-Read Mom, and there was a character who had an interior conversation with God thanking him for not making her poor or a certain ethnicity or ugly or stupid or an invalid. She's so pleased with how kind and lovely she is, and so sorry for those who aren't like her. In the end this gal has a vision where every one of the people groups she looked down on, are climbing the stairway to heaven.. ahead of her. Oh Flannery O., you have such a way of provoking anger toward injustice! This is Us starts back up next week, and I can hardly wait to see more- about the brother with the addiction, the sister who just miscarried, the brother who's a foster parent, and the mother and father who raised the 3. And I know it's going to shock us with more plain, everyday reality. So what am I going to do with my conviction? I don't know yet.. What are you going to do with yours?

Here's to courageous selflessness in 2018!

Grand Marais and Naniboujou

About a month ago we packed up our old Honda Odyssey- the one with 230,000+ miles on it, lovingly referred to as "Goldie"- and everything we'd need for two nights of camping (1 gigantic tent, 6 sleeping bags, 27 extra pairs of shoes, 2 coolers, 13 hats, 4 kids, 2 parents) and drove 250 miles NE through Duluth to Grand Marais, MN. There we were transported into sea life on the coast of Lake Superior. Colorful cafes on the water and sailboats in the marina give an instant homey feeling, welcoming you to slow down and breathe the fresh water air. The weather was whispering its autumn chill that effects the lakes and late nights. I'm not the most excited tent camper, in case my computer personality has not revealed that yet. But for some reason the calm spirit of the place hypnotized me into believing this might not suck. We had two nights reserved in the municipal campground which is part of a bay that wraps around a small piece of our great Lake. The pebble beach there is across from the rest of the little city, and we spent so much time skipping rocks, the second day Andrew and I both looked at each other like, "I think my arm might fall off but I can't stop!" So. Many. Rocks to skip! And besides that bit of entertainment, there was a baseball diamond a few tents down from ours and the kids took full advantage of it!

I know you're wondering what/where we ate because you're my friends. We had coffee and ice cream at Moose Jaw a couple of times, doughnuts from World's Best Donuts (they aren't kidding!), chowder from Dockside Deli, and Andrew cooked over the fire for the rest (he loves campfire cooking- like steak, potatoes, pancakes kind of thing...the kids and I voted him best campfire chef in America).

The second morning, after visiting Stone Harbor Outfitters, we hit the road north again. Andrew's parents brought Oliver on a trip to Grand Marais last year, and Oliver couldn't stop talking about breakfast at Naniboujou Lodge and Restaurant. You guys. Click on the link, read the history of the lodge on their site- it's amazing! We just went for lunch...but during that experience- it was an experience- decided to stay the night! The rooms are small, so we got two- one for the girls and one for the boys. The mesmerizing atmosphere followed us from Grand Marais and with the addition of no cell phone use, we were able to completely relax. The lodge is on Superior too, and the rocks on the shore there are gray and blue and charcoal, and the sand is nearly black! It's such a unique beach, we fell in love... and gathered so many rocks I started to feel bad for poor Goldie having to carry them all home for us. The Bruel River meets the lake just south of the lodge, so the girls and Winzy swam in the river and made sand castles. Oliver made cairns and took pictures. Andrew and I sat there in near coma relaxation and awe of God's creation. And on that topic- the topic of creation- I'm telling you the vast shores of a great lake declare the glory of God. We sang the doxology while rock hunting and Georgi (our most spiritually sensitive one) said, "It's so much prettier singing that song while in nature, than in our bedroom at home." You get it, girl.

Georgianna initiated the making of this 'ship' around an old campfire spot on the beach. By ship she meant laying out flat rocks. Sometimes I don't know where her imagination and language skills get their information. Anyway, Andrew's parents went to Naniboujou the next weekend and our ship was still there. ;)

Your takeaway? Go. Go to the north shores of Lake Superior. Hike up the Pincushion Mt. overlook. Stay at Naniboujou. Drink coffee at Moose Jaw. Bask in the glory of God's great world in its rawest form. Throw all the rocks back in the lake. 

The Girls' Bedroom

Hi guys! Today I've got a real treat with my daughters' - Georgianna, 7 and Margot, 5.5- bedroom reveal!..I type that with a side smile because this particular room in the house has been revealed multiple times. And some of them are pert near freaky. I feel proud and embarrassed that I've come so far..and had so far to go.

These are higher quality photos than we're used to seeing on Must Have Moxie, but jeepers the color is a trip. My photographer/assistant stylist and I are still trying to figure out camera settings and editing. You read that right- camera. Move over iPhone, there's a new picture taker in town. My dear Megan diversified her 'creative genius' portfolio to include photographer, along with interior designer... and artist...and bicycle mechanic... and speech pathologist.

It's always been tricky to communicate color through the screen in this room. I'm sorry for that, as the wall color is one of the loveliest I've found- Benjamin Moore's "Wild Rice"..not too pink, not too purple- as enchanting as fairy's wings.

I'm sure I've told you about my grandmother and her twin sister shooting archery in college..? This is my mom's mother, who died when mom was young, so I've got to wait until we're united in glory to ask: how were you so extraordinary, Grandma?!

We Toftnesses are most devoted rock collectors. Freshly back from a trip up the North Shore- where we sang The Doxology on the beach, skipped rocks until our arms hurt, and made sand castles along the river- we added to our stony numbers tenfold. (I will dedicate a post to that trip- Lake Superior brings a special feel to your soul.) The fuzziness in the frame beyond is the first page from a vintage copy of Boxcar Children. Before you shame me for ripping it out, let me say it was in shambles. Like yellowed scotch tape. Forgive? 

I racked my brain thinking of what color to paint the bed surrounds (there were painted stripes before), a friend suggested wallpaper overhead and wall color the rest. Duh. And this hand drawn wallpaper from KateZarembaCompany is the hallelujah chorus.

I mean c'mon. My girls are ballerinas, so channeling Swan Lake in their dreams is..dreamy.

Andrew solved the 'where do I get long enough/strong enough/pretty enough rod for curtains to span this entire wall?' question. Brass railing material is the exact look I wanted! The cost of the project was balanced by the Ikea curtains- they were even the right length! The curtains came in pairs (unheard of!), so three packs later, two beds + two closets are covered.

My thrifted pot and beloved Z plant with their friends Horse and Bell.

I had to spice up the classic army blanket with Jenny Komenda's poms!

Okay basically we collect nature.

And statues of liberty.

This little loveseat's cover was the drabbest tan ever, so I dyed it using many shades of Rit. I don't even know what I was going for, so this must be it. The window curtains are from West Elm. The little side table was $5 at a flea market, I just painted it green to refresh. 

Megan said photographing the floor was challenging. I think it looks great, but I'm sure she'd accept suggestions. I had mentioned this top rug in an earlier post on the subject of rugs. I got it while on the east coast at one of my favorite of all time flea markets. You guys. Stuff in New England is cool. All of it. The bottom of this dynamic duo is from Ikea, and it just helped fill the size/space gap..and I really like it. 

The vanity was an heirloom that had seen better days. The veneer was pealing and pulling away, so Anj filled, glued, and painted. The mirror was a $5 (my lucky number apparently) garage sale buy and could probably go for a good paint job too. Get in line, mirror. Storage ottoman from Target.

Cleopatra and G's 'My Generation' doll wear the same prescription lenses. Huh, what a deal.

Another fabric dyeing project from Jenny K.on these white linen pillow covers from Ikea- 'shibori'.

So yeah, there are little closets at the foot of both beds. When we bought our house there were two bedrooms upstairs- in classic old farmhouse style, you walked through one to get to the other. The sloped ceiling was walled off for (tricky access) storage. Andrew had the vision to put an honest to goodness hallway in (he also added a dormer to make room for a bathroom that I'll write about soon), which ends at Georgi and Margot's bedroom door. All of their clothing is held in the closets and drawers under their beds where the inconvenient storage situation was before. This frees up floor space for a loveseat and vanity/desk, and still have room to spread out every doll and pillow and book and stuffed thing and pajamas and toys from the basement and stray socks and contraband food item...etc.

I got this precious piece of art from Ruth Simons at Grace Laced Studio. You also see a picture of my mother in law in the Boundary Waters. That same Nana framed Georgi's name and verse (From Proverbs 31- 'She is dedicated and strong- a hard worker.') And from Parabo Press, a picture of the cowboy/girl biker gang we have in our neighborhood...and living in our house.

Margot, who loves cats, has a verse from Nana too.

Megan took these sweet pictures of the girls looking at Beatrix Potter and not arguing. Win win!

Goodnight room.

Goodnight babies sleeping in my old doll cradle.

There you have it! A huge thank you to my girl Megan who patiently photographed and arranged and tweaked and made magic. 

Goodnight world.