Basement

When the pipe burst, flooding my whole basement, we went from an unfinished basement filled with stored items (everything from precious heirlooms to good clothing to countless boxes of old books to my baby’s glider) to an essentially empty, clean space. And this has been an incredibly stressful ordeal. And when I stress, I ruminate.…

A finished basement?

Right now our house has a rather large, unfinished basement. As far as basements go, it’s kind of OK. It’s definitely not scary, nor is it a place I’d like to hang out and chill. It’s where we do laundry and we have shelves that store things like childhood mementos and old CD books and…

Isn’t it interesting…

That my last post on here was a flippant declaration of my stance on style over baby-proofing? Well… this happened. And my beautiful mirrored coffee table was banished to the basement and we replaced it with little stools that are covered in fabric, have rounded edges and won’t kill my baby. They are chevron. They…

My happy place.

As I have said for some time now (my husband would probably categorize it as “forever”), I am eager (desperately eager) to finish our basement. I don’t know if it’s the fact that my son is now mobile, and that my living room with the sharp mirrored coffee table and crystal bowl of shiny balls…