Embracing Transition and the Camera

It seems I may have run out of chuckable items. I loaded 33 30-gallon garbage bags with anything that wouldn't break upon impact 3 stories down. Amos and Eli loved every dramatic toss.

And yes, I had a baby on my hip each time. Seems Amos is not a fan of my packing up all his things and throwing them over the balcony. But I have assured him it'll all be worth it.

Tomorrow is for real Moving Day. No more piddly suv loads with babies in tow. We're talking moving truck, furniture pads and strapping young men (ok...middle aged PhD students with nothing better to do on winter break and who couldn't think fast enough on their feet to get out of it, poor guys). A thousand thanks in advance.


In my avoidance of the many packing jobs still to be done, I stumbled upon a sweet little blog called The Anderson Crew. This lovely lady has a fun Thursday tradition of getting the behind-the-scenes blogger out from behind the camera and into a post. So today...I embrace the camera with the above photo.




Stay tuned - the next entry comes to you from the new house! Hooray!

Let me show you around...

I thought it might be fun to show you my crafty space.

First, you should know that our home is a tiny, wee, smidgen of an apartment. I once facebooked about it saying, "You know your apartment is small when your baby naps in the bathroom and the third seat at your dining table is an arm of the couch."

That's right. Until Little A was about 5 months old, he napped in the bathroom. Don't judge. It worked for us. I would put him down in the swing in our bathroom and then I could be crafty in my craft area in our (my husband's, A's and my) bedroom.

Once he hit 5 months (prime sleep-training age) I had to start napping him in his crib for consistency's sake. Which meant I my crafting time got hacked! Not ok.

So I undertook an epic rearrange (one of my favorite activities).

Here is our living room before. Small but plenty spacious for our little family, with a nice open space in the center.

Here was our dining room table until the rearrange. Once A started his out-of-the-loo naps, I schlepped my projects to and from the dining table between meals. Betty (my sewing machine) was our centerpiece. Quaint, no?

And now, voila! My sewing table (a gem my own Mama pulled from the side of the road at least twenty years ago) took up residence in our once spacious living room. I installed a pull down ironing board and lots of storage for fabric and patterns, sketchbooks and notions.

I chopped our living space almost in half. It's definitely not an aesthetic improvement to the room - but functionally - it's genius.

The couch now butts up against my table instead of the wall. So my little buddy can check out what I'm doing and we can all be in the same room playing and hanging out while I'm "working".
So, it works for us.

A-Boogie can snooze away in his crib instead of...well...you know.

I don't have to put my projects away so we can eat a meal.

And I can stand in my 14" wide crafting gully and look over the heads of my two playing babies, out the full wall of windows in front of me at, right now, the trees off our porch bursting with vibrant pink blossoms.

This apartment may be wee, but it sure has its perks.