My windowsill is something that made me happy this week. (Not the dirty window, which I am hoping no one will notice...) It is chock full of things that I love from this little family of mine.
Mother's Day carnations from Orianna.
A tiny bird planter with a Mother's Day marigold from Lily
A cup of marsh marigold from our expedition last Sunday.
(These are pretty great cut flowers. Five days later and they are just starting to be less brilliant.)
A while ago, I read The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. She mentioned in there about psychologically needing a gold star upon completing something. If her husband isn't forth coming with praise, she finds herself drawing it to his attention so he will praise her. This was given as a reason to not be happy--relying on others isn't the way to happiness. But this is something I find myself doing too. I try not to need it, but I think all of us like our gold stars of praise and admiration. After telling Justin about it, he would tell me I earned a gold star whenever I accomplished something out of the ordinary. Like having all the laundry folded at one time. Then this past November, after 2 (or was it 3?) solid weeks of him being gone, a case of hand, foot, and mouth, and cancelled Thanksgiving plans that left the kids I all alone, Justin went to buy me some wooden stars, painted them gold and brought them home to me.
Which makes him a gold star husband.
Having them sit there reminds me how great he is.
I bought these little wooden bunnies in satin dresses and white aprons last summer from our local junk man. I have no idea what to do with them, (they have no legs, so aren't very independent) so I stuck them here where I look at them while I am doing dishes. The white aprons are so housewifely, it seems appropriate.
And then, my little talking birds. I saw them for a dollar or two, the first week of spring and decided I had to have them. And they sit there, talking back and forth between them, peering around my little cracked tea cup and the sedentary bunnies
And now, I probably should go do the spring cleaning of my windows. Eek!
