My sister and her husband needed an impromptu trip to Ikea to look for stuff for their baby girl’s nursery. So the hubs and I met them at the Bolingbrook Ikea to help with the hunt for a double wide dresser that was actually white and not off-white acrylic. (No luck). Then we enjoyed some Portillos or, as I like to call it, Chicago French Fry Heaven. Oh and I got to see the baby bump for the first time!
I mentioned yesterday that I haven’t been feeling well. I’ve been a little run down and this morning I woke up just not well. Tired, headache, sore throat, body aches, all of it. So the hubs did something very nice and somewhat taboo.
He moved my old little TV and dvd player out of the spare bedroom and in to our room so I could stay in bed and watch Friends (which, let’s face it, is really all I want to do when I don’t feel well). Yet people may view this as unromantic, very “old and married,” a TV in the bedroom? Even though I’m the one who has trouble sleeping and likes a TV to lull me to my nightly rest, I have always been opposed to it. But this morning it was the best thing ever and I had as much fun as a sick person can watching Friends in bed.
I’m feeling better now, but I don’t think we will move it back yet…or ever…I mean its not like it has cable or anything : )
When I lived in Minnesota as part of a smaller theater community, I encountered a point of view I had never heard before: that not everyone should make Art and that the attitude that everyone can is detrimental to the craft and profession of making Art. There’s an interesting debate here that I think applies to DIY, a craze that seems to say anyone can decorate their bathroom, paint their hallway, or refinish their furniture. Anyone can make floating shelves out of closet doors or headboards out of Ikea Tables or artwork out of duct tape. But some would say (and many of them are probably interior decorators or carpenters) not everyone should. I’m pretty sure I fall in to that category, except that I have fun thinking up craft projects. For me, the execution leaves a little to be desired. But the ideas are always fun.
Tonight I tested the duct tape project on a folder the hubs and I use to hold the hard copies of house listings we’ve picked up at the open houses we have been going to. I found this mustachioed kind at my local Walgreens and went to town cutting strips and placing them in a (somewhat) interesting pattern. We have this old, ugly bookcase in our entry way that I’ve been wanting to change in some way. I’m not sure if this will be the method or not, but it was a fun idea to test!
The hubs and I have been slow to put up wedding pictures. While we love so many of the photographs from both of our events, we don’t want to be THAT couple with wedding pictures all over their home. For some reason when I got home tonight, I was in a mood to craft and my mind went right to wedding stuff.
The hubs was raised Hindu and I Christian and when we got married we didn’t really want the ceremony to be traditionally either religion. So we charged our best man and maid of honor with the task of leading and writing the ceremony. Even though we pointed them in different directions (one focused on world views of marriage, the other on family and friends), they both came upon the phrase “loving kindness.” Since that moment, we’ve fallen in love with that phrase.
SO-back to tonight. I printed a picture from right before our Chicago reception and the text, “loving kindness,” in some fonts I liked. I traced the words on to printed picture and put it in a frame I had laying around. It might not be the thing that lives in that frame forever, but I like it for now. And it satisfied my craft craving.
Because of my knees, I cannot really jump. I mean I guess if my life depended on it, I could do a few jumping jacks, but not well or pain-free. However, I could not resist laundry day’s unmade bed. My inner child forced me to climb up and start “jumping.” The hubs documented (because he wouldn’t join in) and I “ran” and “jumped” around until I just had to “fall” down. It was pretty fun and totally recommended for adults. Kids should probably ask permission first.
year of fun 