Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Daisy, Ollie . . . Ollie, Daisy.

My mom arrived for a visit. She stepped off the plane with a smile on her face and 7-pound ball of fluff under her arm. Looks like Daisy has a new playmate.

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Dinner last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots


Exactly one year ago today:



Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Alaskan Palette

When it comes to decorating, I don't know what my style is. I'm partial to Victorian, but I also like Country. I'm very much drawn to Colonial antiques, but I'm just as in love with the clean lines of Shaker furniture. I've been told that when you don't know how to begin designing a room, start looking through magazines and rip out pictures of what you like; you'll eventually begin to see patterns in your taste. This process hasn't helped me determine my style—unless mish mash is a style—because I've got a clip file full of decor ranging from Traditional to Funky Chicken to Modern Minimalism, but it does help me realize what colors I like.

Blue and white.



I don't know if it's my Finnish blood or the fact that I've grown up in Alaska, but I've always loved the crisp white of clouds and snow contrasted against the peaceful blues of sky and water.



I decided to paint my mudroom accordingly.


The walls are Laura Ashley Powder Blue 3. The doors, trim, and accessories are white. Excuse me. The doors and trim are Thalia. I figured "thalia" must be some sort of beautiful, white flower. Nope. Thalia was a Muse. A white Muse, I guess.


I gave this mobile to my husband a few years ago;
the little boats remind me of the 12 summers he spent commercial fishing.


(Winter Birch by Betsy Bear)
I found this print at an arts and crafts bazaar. Perfect.


I like these sparkly snowflakes, so they stay up year-round.




Dinner last night: chicken and cheese chowder, cornbread



Exactly one year ago today:





Monday, January 25, 2010

Goodday Moon

I'm concerned that my 3-year-old twins may struggle in school. When their science teacher tells them that the moon comes out at night to illuminate our planet and pull the tides this way and that, I'm fairly certain my girls will stand and argue, "LIES! We know perfectly well that it appears in broad daylight to watch over the mountain tops."

The instructor will then watch in horror as my daughters organize an immediate coup, leading their classmates in a march across the desks and out the door to go play under the light of the midday moon.

1:30 in the afternoon



Dinner last night: spare ribs, crispy potatoes, salad