Hey there! I'm back with some more of my house tour - onto the Family Room. This was the most difficult room to sort out. To build a bit of context on why this is, I'll let you know that Ry and I absolutely loved our first apartment. We had only lived in it for just over a year before all the tenants had to leave because the owner was taking over the house. This is just one of those things that happens when you rent. At the time we were devastated; we were still going to school, eating way too many hot dog dinners and just all around less stable. Plus, we lived in this amazing second-floor apartment in an older home.
That Spring we packed up all our stuff and put it in storage. I left for Africa and Ry left for treeplanting. When I returned I moved back in with my family and began an apartment search... on my own. Of course it was very challenging to find a place after we had what we thought was the perfect apartment. However, I had only a finite amount of time to find another place before Ry returned. After much looking I found our current place.
Fast forward to our first night in the apartment: me crying on the floor because I feel like a sardine (it's hard to go from very high ceilings to your standard ceilings) and like I picked the wrong apartment. We tried to set-up our bed in one of the bedrooms and, well, that's what initiated the episode that had me on the floor. So that night we slept in the family room on the floor (no sense moving a girl during her tantrum anyway). The next day Ry had the idea of moving our bedroom into where the family room was supposed to be and the dining room area then became our family room. After a lot of help from my mom and a lot of frustration, we made our family room work. Whew. Looking back, this move was great for us - our lil' apartment feels like a cottage and I love it!!! Back to the tour...
Living space is important to me. Although I love to explore and travel to new places, I am a major homebody and always have been. As with all other rooms, our family room is decorated with things that are meaningful - like the wooden camel from my sister, the 'sliced bread' card I bought on a mini vacation in Toronto, the big painting of Turkey we bought on a random side alley during our first few days living in Turkey and the peacock feather wreath from my other sister. I first hung the three white canvasses with full intentions of painting them, but instead they have acted as a rotating art piece. I've had 'Ho Ho Ho' on there, LUV, blank, draped with garlands, etc.
That's our lil' family room. Feel free to link hour tours of you own - I love looking at new house spaces!
Getting dressed in the morning (or anytime really) has always been a favourite activity for me. Ever since I was little, I have loved planning and setting out my outfits. I can pretty much tell you every first-day-of-school outfit I've ever worn. sigh... if only I had the same memory for other more useful things :) My routine lately has been more thrown together. I typically spend my mornings doing extra work at home before I have to leave to open the shop. So getting dressed is the last thing I do and I do not leave very much time for it. Since I spend so much time thinking about the store and products for the store I have noticed that I have lost track of my own sense of style. I found myself in my dressing room last week with a heap of rejections - sitting there without a clue of what to wear and very, very little time to decide. This week I am making more of an effort to focus on what I think is a very important ritual - getting dressed. I know there are lots of other things to concern yourself with than what to wear, but here's the thing: when you wear something that makes you feel good, it comes through. Plus, what you wear can be a great way to express yourself!!! I feel most 'me' when I'm wearing lots of jewelry, t-shirts and jeans... and a vest. What do you feel most 'you' in?
What a day! This past Saturday was the Second Annual A Day and A Night: Art Meets Music Downtown Hespeler. Music filled the street, art was all around and there was a great vibe all day and well into the night. I managed to get a few photos, but not many as the shop was busy! Luckily I had Ry help me behind the desk and my beloved 'Staffy' (my mama) had a comeback appearance. It was sooo good to have her around the shop again. For those of you that don't know, my mama owned Top Drawer Consignment Shop - the shop that came before Laloba. I took over that shop a year ago, mama became my staffy and then I closed it to start something new. And, since our apprenticeship was over, mama went onto (and back to) the furniture industry. Let me tell you, this 'Bossy' sure does miss her 'Staffy'!!! Anyway, I'm not sure what I would have done without these two!! We also got to see some other great family and friends... thanks to everyone for all your support. I feel lucky to be able to have this shop and I very much appreciate you supporting my dream!
It was a great day filled with lots of great energy. We may be a small lil' town... but damnit, we are mighty!
The old adage goes: Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice. Well, I'm simply not sure about the nice part - or at least in the way this saying is applied, and expected, from young girls. These young girls grow up to be women and if you don't focus enough on that spice part, well, you're left with being sweet and nice. It seems to me that women are faced with two options: Be nice or be a bitch. Frankly, I'm not so sure what's wrong with being a bitch, at least how it's commonly understood. When you think about it, we normally attribute things like being confident, strong and oppinionated to being a bitch. There's something wrong with that, don't you think?
Now, I come to you as someone who has struggled with feeling the need to be 'nice' my whole life. I have feared, and still fear, the idea of someone thinking I'm a bitch. But the other option of being nice, for the sake of not being considered mean, is simply not going to cut it either. And here's why:
There is a difference between being nice and being kind. Typically when you have being nice as a strong principal, you are concerned with others favouring you and thinking highly of you. It's very 'other' centered. There's nothing wrong with being concerned about what others think - but it's dangerous to have it as your guiding principal, I know from experience. When you are kind, you respect both yourself and those around you; your boundaries and others. You do not go through life intentionally trying to hurt others, but you understand that that might just be a byproduct of standing your ground. It happens.
I'm not here to tell you how to act or what to be... I have enough of a job trying to figure that out for myself :) This is just a topic I think about all the time and I know I'm not alone on the subject because I see it played out between women all the time. So, I challenge you to think about what it means to be nice versus kind and the next time you write someone off as a bitch, ask yourself why? Maybe it's just because we are jealous at the nerve of another woman being so strong when we are living in nice-ville. Hmmm... :)