Progress on organizing our family history.
Progress on our wellness and starting a family.
Progress at helping our community and making friendships.
And lastly, progress on finishing our home and garden.
Today, I thought I'd share a glimpse into the latter.
Sometimes, I wish I was as organized as I was in my teen years. I was recently looking through old photos and found these pictures of me in my childhood bedroom from around 2002, when I was about sixteen years old. For a teenager I was a little obsessive compulsive about straightening everything, including my watch, hairbrush (which matched my pajamas), and my lip gloss apparently.
"There's this beautiful thing called imperfect progress... slow steps of progress wrapped in grace." @LysaTerKeurst
So as promised, here's a glimpse of our master bedroom, and closet which has been in progress, since we moved in almost three years ago.
We have pairs of birds in all the rooms in our home. They symbolize my maternal grandparents whose last name was Bird.
We also have a cherub in our closet, which reminds me of my paternal granny, who used to collect cherubs and angels.
In our closet, I keep all our sentimental clothes in the boxes on the top shelf, preserved and wrapped in tissue paper. I have mine and my sisters baby clothes, my sweet sixteen dress, my leavers ball dress (like prom), our first date dress, and a few other "favorites" from years gone by.
The table in the window is where Milly likes to watch the sunrise and sunset.
On my hubby's bedside table are the pictures from Christmastime 2015, and Valentines 2016.
On my bedside table is a picture from Christmastime 2015 and my essential oils. We usually diffuse lavender, or eucalyptus.
My cutie pie.
Still on my to-do list is to find a pleated bedspread and to organize the two baskets under our television console. Perhaps, my organized and obsessive compulsive teen years self will get on that!
This past Sunday, I spent the afternoon watching garden tours on YouTube (which I connect to my TV with chromecast) and sipped on loose tea leaves, while nibbling on blueberries and homemade snowball cookies in bed.
My china is all made in England, and the teacup is from my Churchill tea set. The tea towel was a gift from my mum and sister from the National Trust.
Because sometimes progress need to be savored, and enjoyed.
What's your word for 2017?
~Kiki Nakita ~