Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Play Room

The first photos are the "before" - how it was when viewing the house when it was for sale


 
This upstairs "balcony" room was light and airy - but very formal when we viewed the house. However, I knew it would make an excellent playroom. The mess would be up and out of the way, and it would feel sunny and open for bright imaginations.
 


 
 It started years ago at a garage sale when I saw a split twin mattress. It was the first, and last time, I had ever seen such a thing. I was rather fascinated. And the price tag was $1 per half-mattress. So for $2 I took them home thinking "Wouldn't these be such nice thick cushions for two benches... say benches that held toy bins? And could be used as extra kid beds when needed?" I bought 10 bins that were such a perfect size for $1 each at the dollar store. Unfortunately, they sold out quickly and have never had such big nice bins since. I wish I would have bought 20! The frame itself was a bit of a bummer. After measuring everything so carefully, I accidentally used my longer Leftover board side instead of the shorter more accurate one. So the benches turned out higher than intended, which meant the black buckets didn't fit perfectly. But it wasn't worth ripping them apart once finished. The wood for the two benches was about $25 each, my most expensive part. The pillows were either free or about $.50, and my mom and sister did all the number covers for me. Total for the storage benches is about $75 for everything - including the fabric and bins. I used them in our basement playroom at our old house.
 
 
The rug was a find after the whole room had been stuck together. It was a clearance $50 at a local discount store. Not only would protect the white carpet from boy-play, but also happened to have perfect colors and patterns!
 
 The alphabet wall was something I had gathered for Quentin's hallway nursery in our last house. I stuck the letters on the wall using snips of command strips. There were some odd blank holes - since I hadn't planned it out - so I filled those with some black stars out of leftover contact paper. The letters I tried to stay within $1 each. Several letters I used what I had (the o is cut out of an old bulletin board, the P is on an old cutting board, the V and I are old frames, and others I made from the block box) and a few I bought more expensive versions from Hobby Lobby. It was a fun hunt, the X and Y on clearance for about .27 cents, and it gives a little thrill to find deals, even for the alphabet.
 

 
I used an old shower curtain, and with my mom's help, cut off two sections. The back got stapled to a board and screwed to the wall, while the front was held by some extra curtain rods that I didn't need elsewhere. These made book shelves, as well as come color for the wall.
 
The plane art was painted for me by an exchange student that my mom and dad were hosting. I gave her a little scrap paper showing pottery barn's plane, and two old wooden shelves from a cupboard. This is what she came up with, and I nailed it to this wall. (It had been in the boys bedroom before)
 
 
 
 
 The long stuffed caterpillar on the bench is from my in-laws in France and the colorful blanket from a girlfriend who brought it back from Mexico for me. The red chair was something a neighbor was throwing out - and the yellow chair in the top photo was another neighbor's leftovers.
 
When we moved into this house the only thing we bought for the room was the rug. The rest was collected from various rooms in our old house and came together in a new way here. I was very happy with the ability to use what we had - and also the way it turned out.
 

Starting at the Beginning


“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.” Ecc 3:11

My father was a minister in the tiny town in the Upper Peninsula where I was raised. There was an Indian Reservation, snow during a good part of the year, and a lot of poverty. There were not many newcomers to town, and it took many years to prove oneself.  With poverty, it seems people forget to be generous with their emotions as well, or so it seemed in this place where most were accustom to zipping their coats and hearts up tight. 

My mother struggled with raising up her babies, always scraping by, duct tape holding most things together, and having little support system. The small church was not unkind, but I think my mother was lonely and struggled with hormonal depression.

In the next town over, a church had a pastor who filled the pulpit for about two years. The wife was a godly woman, some years older than my mom and hence wisdom and experience under her belt, was an interior designer. She befriended my mom during a time when my mom needed it most.

I was very young, but the transformation made a lasting impression on my development.

Mrs. F came to our house with a glowing smile. She had a strong ability mixed with a soft heart. Mrs. F first decided that the wall between our tiny dining room and equally small living room must come down. It was simply too cramped. So my father, willing to support my mom’s friendship, tore down the wall.

Within a day, chairs and tables and lamps had been pulled from various parts of the house, and that living/dining room was a bright, welcoming, airy place.

Under the guidance of her new friend, my mother excelled at crafting and home decor. The 80’s was a very country-crafty style, which meant my mom (and woodcutting dad) could create almost anything they saw in a magazine. My mom wove her own baskets, sewed her own bedding and curtains and pillows, and hand painted crafts with a professional flare.

Not only did I see the house changing into something beautiful, but I saw my mom growing in confidence and purpose. It didn’t matter if they didn’t have two nickels to rub together – money simply wasn’t an issue. God always provided every need, and my mom could take what was there and make it lovely. She baked her own bread, gardened, and continually fed her growing family and many many guests in a charming home.

I was able to see my mother take a difficult phase in life, and grow into a Proverbs 31 woman. And the inward growth was reflected in the home.

Now I too am a homemaker. And beauty is important to me. For me, to create a home off of what is available (buying as little as possible) is part of the joy. My purpose is not to keep up with the trends or be materialistic or focused on temporal things. My desire is to let the grace of God shine in every area of my life, and to take what He gives me, and emphasize His goodness by accenting its attractiveness. I also associated balance, order, and harmony in a family with how it is reflected in ones surroundings.

Having words that guide your decorating are words that are the same for guiding one’s life. For example, my words are:

Purpose (function and reason)

Simplicity (not cluttered and hectic)

Beauty (finding the joy)

Inviting (making everyone feel welcome)

And those are words that I want my life to reflect as well as my home!