20 November 2017

Many Days...


Well, there is so much to say these days, but first and foremost...the hue that imbues them all ~ waiting for our valentine, due February. Here are some photos of us in early days...



Was singing to baby I think ~ 



Such a special dress to me..the blouse is so old and something I have worn forever and ever just this way, but this dress just feels right with us together. The hydrangeas remind of the ones your father & I planted in the flower bed under the front window in our first home. And this is my preferred way to wear it ~ backwards so the lacing shows. 



And such a tiny, special white lace dress for a little one. We don't know if baby's a lad or lass but this had to come home from the thrift regardless, for someday...



So here is something that is very nice. Every Friday morning, our milkman leaves a treat for the dogs on top of the porch box. I just think it's the tenderest thing. It makes me so happy to go out and discover this small kindness, over and over...


Speaking of wee pups ~ my friend Nichol Duenes sent this sketch to me and I'm waiting for the day, honestly, when I don't burst into tears at the mere sight of it. It's so special. I can't even say. 


Are these not the most...sublime, breathtaking cookies your eyes have ever beheld? Like tiny paintings. I felt a twinge of guilt digging into them at my dear friend's baby shower & had to preserve them in photograph first...
 

Oh, just my favorite palette. Creams and whites and grays and soft wheat and pale ballerina pink, the gentlest touch of pale gray-blue...I feel so at peace when I see these colors nestled up together. I am always telling Robbie I want the theme of our home (and my pajama drawer) to be "off-duty ballerina..." ~ this is my soul. 



Such a beautiful thought from a tiny book I spent a moment with at the thrift.



Oh, I daresay I shall soon have enough photos of this dear dresser to make a collage titled something like, "the many iterations of a woman's wardrobe." The first is the morning after she was finally put together. I was just so enchanted by her and immediately had to start adorning her with some favorite things. This room's magic comes in these early morning hours. With just the tiniest window in one corner, it's not a room that gets much natural light, a little bit of a sad fact to say about our bedroom, but alas! She sparkles in the early morn with the light of the small chandelier. The second was several days later...more perfumes, two lamps, some baby clothes hangers, a pile of new socks (is there anything more wonderful?), a pile of tangled-up ribbon...


Oh, and this little beauty. A tender find from my mother's favorite charity shop. Her name is Mary (her real name...this was painted by her father, Thomas Gainsbourg in the 1700s). The painting has the most wonderful color palette, it just soothes you. There are many art pieces I want my children to take in just as parts of their natural world, their home...but these romantic portraits of boys & girls...and ballerinas...botanicals...these are some of my most beloved. We need to add some...paintings of Paris, landscapes...it's just so vital to me that my children see these things all their days, that they become weaved into their memories, their souls. I think in particular of one painting from my own childhood ~ a painting of Paris my mother had above the mantle. I remember laying on the sofa on sick days home from school, gazing at this for many hours. It's such a part of me. 

Oh, and other thrifted treasures...goodnessssss do I need to do better at documenting my thrift finds. But so anyway this was a particularly nice day. Fabric clothing hangers, a little frame for holding recipes or perhaps an Instax mini...two tiny knit sweaters in cream & snow white, chambray bloomers...a perfect "thanksgiving dress" for a little girl (I don't know, I just think she looks so perfect for the day in soft wheat corduroy & buttons up to a high collar, colonial sleeves...)



And this is the view I had on the morning Robbie held my belly and felt him or her kick for the first time. I'd been feeling baby's little dance for some weeks, and just willing the perfect moment to come for him to feel them too...and it did...in soft blue light and a sheer curtain billowing in the wind. 


Some photographs of Bernadette ~ she just looks herself, utterly so, and in a way that's difficult to put in words...



I love gift-giving & sending things by post whether letters or tiny presents. It's a slow-moving and romantic gesture in our world, I think. 



Another little bump photo, waiting for my husband to get home and take me to dinner. 



And another, with tiny overalls...ones thrifted so long ago, in newborn size, one for a boy and one for a girl, so we will just see...



There are little bug and me on the eve of twenty weeks. And on the eve of twenty weeks I found this lovely oval mirror at the thrift store ~ one to replace a long-beloved one. For so long I've been searching for the perfect little selfie mirror to keep in the nursery...for bump photos, for photos of us together...and you know, I love when this happens, right as I was about to cave in and get something from Amazon, I finally found the just-right thing at Goodwill...like magic.


So much more to share...I'll be back soon.
Oh, how I miss this place.

1 comment:

  1. oh! oh! you're back! how i have missed you in this space, how i have longed for your stories.

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