Our girls have just celebrated their birthdays and they seem significantly older this time around - just like that! With the beginning of each new year I have this overwhelming urge to purge and rearrange. In with the new sort of thing. In the midst of all the culling we brought up the cubby house with the girls. It hadn't had much attention for sometime so we suggested that the chickens move in. Luckily that idea was met by resistance, so we decided to keep it as is but move it around the back. I stumbled across these photos of the cubby house in its hay-day. When potions were made in it and it was home to every doll and stuffed animal in the house, when I had time to make bunting, scrub labels off old squeezie bottles and sew matching aprons. When did I ever have time for that?!?
When the cubby was moved to a new spot, I had this overwhelming need to sew some bunting - metaphorically speaking. So on a sunny Sunday we set to work. We made a list with a plan of action. We went to buy supplies, everyone co-operating, agreeing on a paint colour (phew) and choosing the extra special touches. It was all going so well. Once home we set ourselves up to get painting with the "adult paint". Now I have to admit that we ran into an anxious, panic stricken slightly cranky bump when the blue covered more than just the sky. Seriously, what did I think was going to happen?? But I took a few deep breaths, pulled myself together and we were off again. I was sure the blue footprints could be scrubbed off of the paving.. (insert panic faced emoticon)
Now that the girls are older, they have their own ideas of how they want their spaces to be decorated. The control freak in me just needed to take a step back (take a few quick photos) and let them do their thing. They do know how to bling up the place marvelously.
A new location and a lick of paint and the cubby house is now the hub of activity once again. Just when I thought the Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber posters were going to replace the dolls, they start cranking out potions and playing house.
Change really is as good as a holiday. Thank goodness.