Sometimes love is exuberant and loud and extravagant. It’s romance and roses and chocolates and Facebook PDA. It’s big displays and surprise dates. It’s glamorous and exciting and thrilling and unmistakable.
That kind of love is what is exalted in the movies and written about in novels and marketed as true love.
But sometimes love isn’t as glamorous. Sometimes it’s compromising over budgets and taking care of business. Sometimes love is arguing over things because you care about each other too much to avoid important issues. It’s taking out the trash and spraying extra stain remover on his collars and pulling the covers over her feet when she kicks them out in the night.
Sometimes love is asking for help cleaning the house and walking in on him taking the chandelier apart and cleaning every inch until it looked as new as it did in 1982.
The awesome thing about marriage, and the thing I never understood or believed until I was married, is that you have to have both. You have to have the exciting and the mundane. When I walked in on my husband standing on the ladder dusting with Windex (??? ha! he’s cute), my heart melted and jumped around all at the same time. He’s not just in this for the show and excitement and the romance. He’s in this for the hard, the every day, the unglamorous, and the unseen.
(Yes, cleaning a chandelier isn’t the hardest thing we’ve been through. Obviously. Let’s just say the chandelier is a metaphor. ha!)
You need the romance and the big moments and the emotion to remind you of why you fell in love in the first place. To keep the spark still a’sparkin’. And you need the consistency and every day moments to remind you that love is deeper than just emotion. That you’re in this together, forever.
Love is glamorous and it is hard. And it is so much better than I ever imagined.
We will be having guests this weekend, and in true-to-myself fashion, I haven’t even started cleaning the house. I’ve just started some house projects. Hello, welcome to my house! It may be covered in cobwebs and dust but at least we have a new towel rack in the bathroom! Fannnncy.
Sometimes starting projects overwhelms me. I have so many goals and plans and dreams and visions for our house that I don’t know where to begin. In this case, I only had a small time frame to work on the chosen project and an even smaller budget.
So I looked around and decided to tackle our guest bathroom. It will be used by our guests and is probably the worst spot in the whole house. It’s seriously bad.
It was charming when we first got our house. Oh, what a teeny bathroom! When you sit down your knees touch the wall? How quaint! Oh, and a sliding door thing? How quirky!
We actually didn’t use it very often until the toilet in our main bathroom upstairs started running water. One gigantic water bill later, we decreed that bathroom unusable until it was fixed. (Spoiler alert: my handy husband fixed it! He’s so dreamy.) So we’ve been using the guest bathroom and have really noticed how annoying it is.
Prepare your eyes. And your Pinterest pinning button. You’re gonna want to pin this goodness.
We haven’t changed one thing in this bathroom since we moved in. Well, I placed some colorful glass vases and bottles in the shelves in a last ditch effort to inject some color. I previously had some picture frames in the shelves, but that ended badly. I know this look awful. Hideous in fact. A few months ago I tried to take down the storage unit, but it was bolted into the wall with super strength anchors. Pulling it down would have left huge holes in the wall. Since spackle is not the Gothra’s friend, I decided to just leave it for another day.
Which is today! The time is now! Shelves, you are coming down!! Muahaha.
So what are the plans for the bathroom? The doorway is too narrow for a conventional door, and even if we put a door in, we’d have to keep it shut all the time due to the location. Eventually we want to close off the wall with the doorway, reconfigure the layout of the bathroom, and create a doorway on this wall that is holding the toilet paper. On the other side of that wall is a bedroom. That’s the long term goal.
The short term goal is to remove the shelves, handrail, and the towel bar, spackle all 14 anchor holes (yes, I counted, and yes, the previous owners LOVED them some anchors), and paint the bathroom. Then with a few accessories it should look a lot better.
The room is currently *almost* finished. I may have lost my temper a few times in the process, though.
Hopefully I’ll have some pictures for you by Friday. Right now the project is on hold until my Dad can come over. I may or may not have broken something in the wall, so there’s that. But at least I bought a cute new candle and soap for the bathroom. I’m totally ready for company. Ha!
If there’s an opportunity to knit, I’m so there. I’m just waiting for speed knitting to become an Olympic sport. The knitters could knit in a cozy yarn-bombed arena as fans throw balls of yarn and chocolates at them. I’d watch that.
Last year for my birthday, my sweet husband got me a new iPhone. I took forever to decide on a phone case, so in the meantime I knit a little pouch to keep it safe. The last time I got a new phone I kept it in a knit hat until I could get a case. Trying to avoid that past ridicule, I busted out this little guy.
I cast on stitches until I got the proper amount to make a snug case, and then I knit a little fair isle pattern based on this pin. I knit a provisional cast on, started from the bottom, and then went back and did a kitchener stitch to close up the bottom opening.
See, knitting commentary at the Olympics would be fascinating. Ha!
Then for Christmas, my parents completely surprised me with an iPad mini. I know, best family ever. So I quickly knit up a fair isle case for my iPad. This isn’t a case I plan on keeping forever, but it was so much fun to make!
I used the phone case to find out my gauge and then did some math to figure out how many stitches to cast on for my iPad case. (See kids, stay in school. You’ll need math for really cool things like knitting.) If I were to do it again, I would make it a little bit snugger since knit stretches a lot. I probably wouldn’t do an i-cord bind off as well. It looks really cool, but it stretches out the opening quite a bit. I also wouldn’t use such cheap yarn if I planned on keeping this case for awhile. I used some yarn from Walmart (the horror!) and it fuzzed up within the first few hours of use.
For the fair isle parts I found a few random charts online, but I designed most of them myself with some graph paper. The case is lined with some felt so the side buttons don’t get caught on stitches.
For both cases, I crocheted a button and a chain loop for the closure.
What have you all been working on recently? And do you totally see the potential in knitting Olympics? Surely there’s a petition we could sign somewhere.
Excuse me while I go scan the sky for signs of flying pigs. Because I’m expecting them any day now. Last night American Idol got moral and it was pretty much the most amazing thing to happen to television since The Property Brothers.
Timothy and I are both both super into music and generally like singing shows. Last season we started watching American Idol and stopped due to the craziness of Nicki Minaj. The show was more about dancing and performance and appeal than good singing. This year when we found out Harry Connick Jr. was a judge, we decided to give it one more shot. So far he’s been my favorite part of the whole show!
During the auditions, Harry Connick Jr. called out a lot of the young girls for singing really suggestive songs. He said he couldn’t get past the inappropriate lyrics to hear their talent. Score one for the Jr.
Last night, a girl decided to sing one of the songs that Harry Connick Jr. had previously blasted. She mentioned that she thought it would be okay because she wasn’t focused on the storyline of the song, but the emotions of the song.
Immediately after the girl finished singing, Harry Connick Jr. took the mic and congratulated her for just turning 18. He said that since she was 18, she could theoretically sing about whatever she wanted. Then he had her recite the first two lines of the song. Not sing them, but just state them. She, very awkwardly and nervously, spoke the suggestive lyrics.
His reply? “You just turned 18; is that really what you want to be singing about?”
The whole mood of the place shifted and Timothy started waving his hand at Harry as if he had a white hanky and was telling him to “preach, preacher!”
Harry then went on to say that being a singer wasn’t just about the emotion. Singing is the lyrics. It is the storyline. And the audience is paying attention. What you sing is a representation of yourself.
While he was talking, the camera panned to the girl’s parents. The mom looked like she wanted to slap Harry for embarrassing her little girl. But the dad just looked uncomfortable. I’m sure it is uncomfortable to watch your teenage daughter being called out for promoting promiscuity in front of millions of people.
What Harry said really stuck with me. I mean, this is the music industry. Harry knows that suggestive sells. It’s less clothes over more talent. It’s degrading lyrics and twerking and compromising. But in the midst of that, a music artist still knows enough to ask “is that really what you want to be singing about?”
People are paying attention to the lyrics. They’re paying attention to the storyline. They’re listening to our words and trying to match them up to our actions.
And we as Christians have a much higher responsibility than those on the American Idol stage. Our songs, our words, our story lines, are not just representing ourselves. They’re not just defining who we are. We are representing Who God is. When someone listens to our speech, is she drawn to God? Or does she hear things that don’t match up with who we profess to be? Are we really representing what we want to represent? Emotions are not enough. It is the storyline – our day to day actions and words – that matter.
Because the world is watching. They are listening. We don’t have time to profess to be full of God’s love, but then spread hate and venom on Facebook. It is not enough to have the right emotions and pray for our neighbors, but outwardly speak rude words and hate on them when their kid accidentally mows over our flowers. Or whatever annoying things neighbors can do. I don’t know – we have awesome neighbors. But moving on.
The world doesn’t care how loving and rosy and cozy you feel on the inside. The world just hears your words and sees your actions and makes assumptions from there.
So, are we truly representing what we want to represent? Is this really what we want to sing about?
Calligraphy and love letters were just made for each other. I’m so enjoying learning. I’ve been experimenting with gouache (a thousand points to whoever guesses the proper pronunciation). It’s a type of paint that you mix with water and use in the place of ink.
My Dad stopped by the other day and saw all my calligraphy stuff sprawled out all over the table. For a second I was embarrassed because almost all I practice is my husband’s name and love quotes and sayings. I can’t help it. I’m a mush.
And then for Valentines day to pop up? Oh the mush knows no bounds. I miss the days of passing out Valentines to classmates. When you would give your favorite cards to your friends and save the “ugly” ones out of the pack for your mortal enemies. And then the turmoil of deciding which Valentine to give to your crush. You don’t want to be obvious, but you want just the perfect card to make him fall in love with you.
I hope my Valentine card to my crush this year isn’t too obvious.
I mean with all the hearts and xoxo’s and I-love-you’s inside, do you think he’ll be able to tell I like him? Ha!
Valentines Day is just the best. I wouldn’t be mad if it were a monthly occurrence. I’m excited for the day that we have children in elementary school. I’m totally going to be that mom who lives vicariously through her child and creates these ridiculously elaborate Valentines. My kid will hate it. It’s going to be awesome.
I’m looking forward to spending the evening with my sweet husband. We’re getting sushi and then cuddling up for a movie night. There was talk of watching a mushy chick flick, but I’m not holding my breath. He’s been wanting to see the latest animated movie about turkeys or something. Suuuper romantic. Ha!
Whether you have plans for a fun date night or a lovely night in with chocolate and knitting, I hope it’s the best. And I don’t say this enough, but thank you for stopping by my blog. Your sweet words and comments mean so much. Would it be weird to say I love you? Maybe? Probably. I’ll just say that if we were in elementary school, I’d give you all the best Valentines out of the pack.
I'm honored that you took time to stop by my blog! My name is Whitney, and I'm a diy loving, piano playing, sewing obsessed, thrifty, non-house cleaning, crafty newlywed. I love God, my husband, and life as a wife. If you'd like to know more, just check out my About Me page. Much love!
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