Groovy shared bedroom

Check out the details of this shared bedroom on ohdeedoh. Love the chocolate wall and paint bubbles inspired by a coaster they use on their night stand. Amazing.

Henry Road inspiration

I've been working on a design for a butterfly chandelier for my girls. I just stumbled on these one of a kind lampshades, chandeliers and mobiles from Henry Road and am getting some serious inspiration. I like the mobile.

lily's pad by ducduc

Huge design packed into such a little space. Inspiring. Love the wallpaper as a focal point for this nursery. The ducduc canopy crib is elegant. The hot pink and green are the perfect accent colors for this mod nursery.

must find time...

I must find time to make this fabric scrap memory game from inchmark. Lovely idea!

it's for the bears

$80 hard earned dollars on a bear canister. That is what my husband considers a necessity. He's off this weekend to climb Mt. Whitney with friends.

I'm still wrestling with how useful this thing even is. The bear can smell the food in the can and come to your campsite. It just can't open the can. The hope is it will become frustrated and leave. Or become frustrated and eat you? I'm told they aren't grizzly's. They are "more afraid of us than we are of them" (hard to imagine) and will just move on.

You don't want them eating your food. For two days this seemed like reason enough. Then I realize, he's only gone 2 1/2 days. If the bear ate his food, he isn't going to starve. I point out that he can fill up on Jack n the Box on the way home.

So, now he's a humanitarian. It's for the bears. The can keeps the bears from becoming accustom to eating human food. It keeps them wild - from slipping into the sad state of the polar bears; eating trash from the dump because it's there and it's easy. Okay, good reason. I don't want Yosemite bears turning into Yogi and Boo Boo. I wonder if I can write the can off as a charitable contribution?

Plus, he's pointed out it's multi-functional: He can use it as a chair. He's promised to take a picture of him around the campfire sitting on his can.

He bought it so now it's ours. I wonder if it's toddler proof?

the second cup

Sambos restaurant 1980. A young girl and boy sit in a booth with their mother. They eat, they talk. The outing winds down to it's natural conclusion.

"Can I get you anything else?" the waitress asks.
Then the dreaded words.
"Just a little more coffee please."
The children cringe. They are going nowhere fast.

I use to hate coffee. Throughout my childhood it stood between me and doing something fun. That uncomfortable period of waiting that came with topping off that second cup. In college I was so disgusted by people who had to have that morning cup of jo to get their day going. What weaklings I thought.

Then enter my husband. He use to make me sniff his coffee every morning. "Come on, just breath it in, it smells great." I resisted for years. Then while honeymooning in Austria for three weeks I did as the locals did and had a cup of coffee with breakfast. In our attempt to keep our trip alive I joined my husband in a cup of coffee and a plate of bread, cheese and meat in the mornings once we got home. The bread and cheese faded, and the coffee remained.

He makes a great cup, I'll give him that. Too good for his own good. Now he must provide a well frothed topper or else!
Lately I've been needing a second cup at nap time so I can have the boost I need to get my work on the computer done (or a post). Which brings me to the point of my rambling:

My poor mother. Like me now, she just need that little something to give her the energy to keep up with us the rest of the day. I'm emailing her now to apologize for all the grief we gave her.

soft storage baskets

I like these Jenna Rose storage bags because they don't scream "a child lives here."

I can't resist this felt bucket with squirells on it from tinydecor.

maintaining adult space

I like this idea of a curtain for carving a space out of the living room for a nursery or if you need a play area for an older child while a younger one naps in their shared room. I find these particular curtains hideous, but you get the idea.
I must say this adult space needs some baby proofing. Can't you just see your toddler diving, then quickly bouncing from that silver jack "chair?" straight onto the tile edge of the fireplace? Those green moss balls look like good eating. That DVD player in arms reach: ooh, buttons! The glass table just has to go back to 1980 from whence it came.