Breaking out the paint brushes?

I found this adorable paint that I think I have decided on for the kitchen eating area - someday nursery. I love that it is still bright and it looks retro (look at the images of homes it has been painted in). As soon as I saw it I just loved it.
What do you think?

Last night

As soon as I walked in the door, Asher said "Let's go get some beers." So I picked my bag back up and we went back out the door to Terrible Beauty. It only took me one Guinness to look over at Asher and feel how I felt the first time I met him.

Fizzy, smiley, eyes watery (does that happen to anyone else when they are in love?).

So often I forget to look over at him and feel sparkly. So a break in the days and a minute to drink him in and I'm head over heels again.


Card from here.

Little's Family

There are two different nighttime rituals in our house.

The first plays like this....
Asher is painting and I am tired so the kitties and I snuggle in to bed. Biggie humps the bed for a minute until I yell at him, then he snuggles under my arm at the edge of the bed. Mox (aka Little) snoozes on my belly and then snuggles in at the foot of the bed. She is jumpy and will wake up and jump off the bed at the slightest sound so she likes to be there perched on the end, closest to the door. Big will stay asleep and look at you with sleepy eyes like "Why are you waking me up?" no matter what the time. At some point Asher will come to bed but we won't really ever know it since he is up again before light. Sleep chases that guy. When I wake up, the kitties are always in their spots and I don't know if they move during the night.

The second, much more lovey-dovey night goes like this...
Asher starts falling asleep on the couch and I nudge him to go to bed. Big snuggles in under my arm. We lay there and chat, kiss each other bunches and get cozy. Then we hear Little..."mwow, mwow, mwow" from far away. She doesn't quite meow, she makes this exciting noise as she plays with her toys. We call her to us. "Mox! Little! Yo!" And we hear the noise get closer, her toy fling down the hallway. We see her by the doorway and invite her up. She rests on my belly and finally at the foot of my bed. And we are all so happy that I usually end up giggling a little and then I am asleep. And in the morning, we are usually all in our same spots, Little and her family.

Collections

The other day I got to peek in my neighbor's house. She was showing me her paint colors and then it turned into a whole house tour where I snooped around and asked about all the cute little vintage items she has scattered around the house.

In her bedroom, she has several vintage pictures of little children blowing bubbles in their original frames. I thought it was the sweetest collection I had ever seen and was surprised at such a unique theme. Now, when I look across our yard to her windows, I always think of that little collection.

Sign Language

You know when you see a picture and a memory comes back to you and then you think...why in the world did I remember that just by looking at this simple little interior design photo?

Well just now I looked at this picture....

And those two little beds made me think of when Dev and I got our wisdom teeth pulled. They did us at the same time (or maybe one after the other?) and then we slept off the anesthesia on these little beds. I was on the left and Dev was on the right. When we woke up, we couldn't speak for fear of what had been done to us and also because our mouths were filled up with cotton. So we did sign language to each other.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

What a nice way to wake up.