Home. This is our first house and I want it to be a home; a place that reflects our family, a place of safety, order, learning, fun, and joy. Obviously, there are more aspects to this goal than appearance, but how our house looks affects how I feel, so ever so slowly I’ve been trying to make our house reflect our family.
I am a slow DIYer. I’m pretty slow at most things, too many interests, and I like to work on all of them simultaneously, a little here, a little there.
Which is why, four years after moving in, our toy room transformation is 99% complete.
Last April I sold our old $10 garage sale entertainment center and begged Justin to help me build one as an anniversary present. Around August we finished it up.
In September I went to the temple. The white walls spoke peace to my soul and so I went home and started painting. About 100 late nights later – and several you-tube videos on how to paint – it was done.
I hate toy rooms – and most toys. They are ugly, cluttery, and don’t get used very often, so I boxed up a lot of ours and stuck them in the attic, keeping only what would fit in the upstairs closet and I few other favorites. Vintage trunks store our costumes. A pretend kitchen. Foosball (a $20 DI find)And a place to hold school.I lined our walls with pictures from our trips. And have another slow going project to fill this wall with pictures of our ancestors. We are blessed to have 3 sets of great-grandparents still around, so every little bit I have one of them over to tell stories and show pictures to us. I want my kids to know where they came from.
On two of the walls I rolled a yellow pattern to add some texture and variety.
Sometimes, things are slow, sometimes it’s a lot of work to simplify, to find what works, but all good things require patience and perseverance.
It’s not completely mine, but when the kids are at school, or Max is asleep, this is my sanctuary.