Lots of you are loving following along with our breakfast room DIY endeavours. If you are on Instagram, and more precisely Instagram Stories, then you will have seen the wooden floor restoration taking place as it happened. The floor has been finished for about a month now and we are totally in love with it.
It took a lot of sweat and a few tears, but it has made such a big difference to the space. The room is so much lighter and because the colour is the same as the kitchen floor it links the two rooms beautifully.
A whole bunch of you got in touch to ask if I would share the process and what products we used. Also, filling the gaps between our boards became a hot topic and many of you messaged me with suggestions of things you have tried in the past, in order to make your homes less draughty. I know a few of you wanted to see that list too, so I will share that at the bottom of this post. This is not a sponsored post, just me telling you what I have tried and how I got on.
I thought I would share a few photos from Bailey’s Birthday party and how to make the homemade party hats. She turned 6 back at the beginning of February and we had a small tea party for her at home.
To my girl who turned six….
Thank you for making me a mother, for allowing me to know the depths of a mother’s love.
Both pure and powerful, simple and raw.
My heart was sleeping until I held you in my arms. You awoke a new level consciousness, where all feelings are bigger than they were before. I have felt the soaring heights of happiness, the fiery heat of anger, the deeper shades of sadness.
Since buying this house, over three years ago now, we have been trying to create a slow and simple home. There are some weeks when I glance around our home and the space is far from slow and simple, and having a slow home feels as elusive as ever.
When you are in the midst of house renovations there are bound to be patches of chaos. We have spent the last few weeks with the house feeling topsy turvy whilst we restored a sash window and then moved all the furniture out of one room into another in order to paint a floor (more on that later.)
Recently, I’ve been getting frustrated with how slow the progress has been. I know it’s ironic for some one who writes about slow living to admit that, but I just wish we could speed things up a little. How your home feels, and the space around you can have a really big impact on your well-being, and at the moment I am definitely craving more calm and order from our home.
It’s a new year, 2018 is here and there is a fresh new energy. Time to plan and set intentions for the new year ahead right? Well, what if you’re not quite in that head space yet..? How about we try another approach? Take a moment to close your eyes, take a deep breath and really tune into your body… what’s the one thing it really needs right now? If it’s dreaming and scheming then go for it, but if you are anything like me you are craving rest, rest and a bit more rest.
I have definitely been easing myself into 2018. In previous years by now I have been struck by inspiration to dream, plan, choose my word for the year ahead, but that is not how I am feeling this year. I have an idea or two about why that is, but more on that later, in the meantime, I am just allowing myself to take things extra slowly. Which Is why it has taken me until now to write this first blog post.
Our bodies are wise, and even if you think you are pretty good at listening to yours, it’s sometimes so easy (with the wonders of social media) to get distracted by what everyone else is doing. It’s tempting to allow ourselves to fall in line with other peoples rhythm. Only you can set your own pace, not anyone else. Do what feels good for you. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, pick one thing to focus on, or do small things that feel manageable. Currently what’s helping me is concentrating on where I am finding the most joy.
Over the last few years I have realised that everything always comes in waves… creativity, work, energy, mood, seasons, monthly cycles… all of life is always ebbing and flowing. Before, I would get panicky if things got too quiet, or I wasn’t feeling creative, and I would often put pressure on myself and force myself to keep going. Now, however I am learning to savour the lulls and soak up the quiet pauses. If I am not feeing something, I sit and wait and have faith that it will return again as sure as spring will be here in a few months.