Last year we had the longest winter of ever. With an early Easter we were all longing for Spring pretty early and had to wait pretty long. So as part of the Easter festivities/hoping for spring we decided to grow our own Easter grass. It was redonkulously easy and super duper rewarding. (Hmmm… I may need to work on finding some more sophisticated adjectives…)
Start with your container(s)…
Pretty much anything goes. I had these cheap plastic dishes from Superstore lying around, and thought they’d be cool so we could see the roots and get the whole plant-growing experience for my curious toddlers.
(However, we kept the grass for a long time and they got pretty hard to clean at the end, so don’t use any dishes that are too precious.)
We put a decent amount of potting soil in each container, and lightly patted it down with our finger tips. We generously sprinkled grass seed on top, watered generously, and patted the seeds down into the soil. But just follow the instructions on your grass seed package. We placed ours in a reasonably sunny spot on the dining table.
Then we waited.
A couple days went by.
We began to give up hope.
A tiny little blade of reddish-brown grass! Then another! And another! And green!
We pretty much partied like it was 1999 every time we looked at our little grass sprouts.
And then, before we knew it, our grass was all tall and lanky and awkward like a 15-year-old growing a beard. Except that we wanted to look at it. Like, alllll the time. Our sun-starved, green-craving, Spring senses kept being drawn over to the table to celebrate our little patch of life and colour.
To make our teenager grass a little more presentable, I trimmed it with scissors every few days. We also watered it lightly every few days. The grass just kept growing and thickening up.
We started about 3 and a half weeks before Easter and had lush grass for our Easter eggs to rest their pretty little selves in.
If you were less interested in seeing the dirt and roots, some colourful grosgrain ribbon wrapped around the bottom would look pretty. But we liked marvelling at the growth, so we kept it bare.
I’m deciding if we want to grow some this year. Easter is later, so I still might barely have time… but my optimistic side says perhaps it will be spring-like by then outside. Though, in Saskatchewan, spring is the ugliest, brownest, dirtiest most kind of beautiful you can imagine… so maybe some clean green grass might still be a draw.
Make me wish
For more hours in a day
I simultaneously count down
Yet what I wouldn’t give
For hours upon hours
To hold each one of you
To hug you tightly
To stare in awe
At your sweet faces
To tell you in a brand new way
I love you.
To listen to you:
A soft baby coo,
A silly nonsense story,
A profound life question.
And oh that I would always have
Patience to listen
And wisdom to answer.
I wish I had more hours to rock you slowly
To wrap you in a soft blanket and brush your hair out of your eyes.
More hours to push you on the swing, or climb over the mountains of snow.
More hours to read page after page of the stories you love.
More hours to study you, and hear you, and watch this little remarkable, fascinating individual God is crafting.
More hours to teach you everything about this wonderful world and the loving God who created it and you.
I wish my tired, limited body were able to hold you all and do it all, to demonstrate the swelling, aching, massive love in my heart for you three.
I wish I could explain how three such unique, exhausting, sometimes frustrating people hold such a precious place in my heart.
I wish I had more hours to pray and pray and pray every longing and thanksgiving and hope that is in my heart for you.
My ability is limited.
My body is weak.
My patience runs out.
My tasks are many.
And my days and hours are short.
And so I pray
That in my insufficiency
You would find Him all-sufficient
And that He would take my human efforts
And make much of them
For your good
For his glory.
That you might never doubt
That He loves you
And I love you
And that you are wonderful.
I previously mentioned that the master bedroom has been stumping me. I’ve toyed with the idea of painting our walls black or charcoal, or maybe a deep navy blue or even deep greeny-blue teal. I loved the way the navy blue feature wall worked in our condo - deep and intimate, and art looked awesome on it. And I feel like we have the space and the natural light to do this without the room feeling dark and depressing.
I already have grey bedding and grey silk drapes, so with black or blue walls I don’t want it to go too cool. I really want to bring in some brass accents and some pops of poppy red, rusty orange, gold, or chartreuse to warm it up. And I’ve really been feeling teal and emerald green lately. So, I finally brought these seemingly disparate ideas together into a mood board. And I think I like it!
We have a settee in the room that could be recovered in the paisley fabric or I could cover it in a grey velvet I have already, and use the paisley and plaid for accent pillows on the settee and bed.
We have a tufted headboard I made, but I would reupholster it in a natural creamy colour to pop against the dark walls.
And I reeeeally want to find some solid medium-tone oak 3-drawer dressers to use as side tables… so I’m regularly scouring used furniture sites… fingers crossed.
It’s obviously a work in progress, based on finding and creating the different elements, but it’s nice to have a direction now!
Awhile ago my brave friend Amy and I ventured out for a day of thrift store hopping with my three kiddos. She told them we were treasure hunting, and they totally bought in. Plus, M came home with new ministicks and L with a dolly car seat, so they considered it a successful day.
I also thought it was a successful day, including this little midcentury Danish-style chair. I say “Danish-style” because I couldn’t find a manufacturer’s stamp anywhere. But the chair was sturdy and $5… so I was in.
But it certainly needed a makeover.
Uncovering it was like traveling in time: a satiny hunter green floral (welcome to the nineties), a pink and grey chenille (eighties called. They want their upholstery back. Except, no they don’t.), and a brown and beige tweed (70’s? 60’s? I don’t know. I’m not that old…).
I flip flopped on whether I wanted to recover it in a navy or white vinyl. But then I remembered that when I had a pair of midcentury modern chairs upholstered for the Access set project, the upholsterer had given me the scraps of grey-blue vinyl, and I thought, “This is barely anything. What am I going to do with this?”
Well, there was one piece just big enough for the seat, and a long, thin piece that worked for the back. Yippeee!
It wasn’t too bad for upholstering - which is good for the limited time I have to work on projects lately. One evening I took off the old upholstery, and the next evening I put it back together.
The seat was just your average dining seat - unscrewed from the bottom and wrapped and stapled. (Though looking at these pictures, it needs a few more staples.)
The back… um… if you’re a vintage furniture aficionado, or legit upholsterer you may want to look away now…
You peeking? No? OK…
…I pried the back off by putting a flathead screwdriver between the wooden back and upholstered part. My husband kept looking at me, as he heard the cranking and wrenching of the wood splintering. ”Um… you sure you’re doing that right?”
Well, no. I wasn’t sure. But I knew when I glued it back together you wouldn’t see it. And it was a $5 chair. So I pried it off (with a tiny bit of wood splitting on the inside), wrapped and stapled the cushion, glued it with wood glue, then clamped it with vice grips overnight.
It’s actually a comfy little chair, and can go just about anywhere. Lately it’s been hanging out in the boys’ room.