A wee bit of nesting going on, as we slowly transition our dining room / office into an office / baby quarters. There is a room already in the basement for the kiddo (2 of our house’s 3 bedrooms are in the basement) but no way are we hauling our tired arses up and down the stairs in the early days! So for now, this room which has French doors to separate it from the living room, will be where we do Bebe Stuff. The top left is my vision board which I did the year we got married when I went to a yoga retreat at the coast. I never thought I’d be into doing something like that but it was really awesome and helped keep me focused over the past two years as to where I want to be in life. The top right photo is the “remains” of my office/dining room. I collapsed the leaves and made the dining table my desk with enough room for my printer/modem/laptop/etc, and Dan hung one of his favorite plants for some prettiness 🙂 On the wall is evidence of future bebe with the vintage May Gibbs alphabet frieze from Australia that I got last year for Dan. The bottom photo is the opposite side of the room with my grandmother’s credenza holding the wooden changing tray to fit a changing pad, with some French cartoon postcards I’ll be framing and a stuffed carrot I couldn’t resist 🙂 The shelves are the ones Dan just built with books and plants – the best things in life !
Oooh and the garden is going nuts! Tomatoes on the vines of our 20+ plants, big ol’ sweet peppers growing like crazy (our 20+ plants are red, yellow and orange…no green for me!), pink salvia – that our bees love – reaching for the sun, and a whole mess o’ Italian parsley (grown by seed for the first time and look way better than any parsley start I’ve bought).
Never have I been so proud to be a woman and an American as when I listened to Michelle Obama kick off the first night of the Democratic National Convention. For those who did not get a chance to see this, please watch her whole speech…it brought me to tears, so proud she’s been the First Lady and so emotionally awestruck that for the first time in history, we won’t be led by someone who’s never known what it’s like to walk in our shoes. “I wake up every morning in a house that was built by slaves and I watch my daughters – two beautiful, intelligent, black young women – playing with their dogs on the White House lawn. And because of Hillary Clinton, my daughters – and all of our sons and daughters – now take for granted that a woman can be President of the United States.” Michelle Obama speaks for me and so many, and is what this country is TRULY all about, not that Hitler-in-training running against Clinton.