Don't you just LOVE it when something just plain awesome happens while you're working on a project? Like somehow you stumble upon the perfect elements out of nowhere and it makes you downright giddy?
Here's a sneak peek at a project I'm working on for the kids' playroom...I was looking around for old books to frame (the covers), and found this treasure. This was our FIRST copy of Goodnight Moon - after our second child, it was literally falling apart and we had to buy a new copy for our third. I saved it, because it's just one of those things that I look at and my mind instantly rewinds to many, many nights, sitting with a freshly bathed baby on my lap, rocking away in the chair, not even having to look at the words to read it...and I can still hear the giggles that would explode when my voice would get silly on the word "mush."
I would then put the book down on the little table beside the chair, feed my girl a bottle, and then put the bottle on top of the book, sometimes leaving milk circles behind. Many times she'd fall asleep in my arms, and I'd look over and see that bottle resting on top of Goodnight Moon and daydream away until I laid her in her crib. And in those early newborn stages, I'd be in there (or my husband would be) just a few short hours later, doing the whole bottle thing again.
Well, when I saw this book, that still sits on her bookshelf, in about 4 pieces, I almost teared up when I noticed the milk rings that were still there, left from aaaaallll those bottle feedings, in her chair, in her nursery, with that precious baby asleep in my arms. I knew this book was going to be included in the playroom project.
And as if that wasn't perfect enough, I found a frame that belonged to my grandmother sitting in a box in our laundry room. I had wanted to use it a while back, and broke the glass when I was taking it out to spray paint. Something told me to hold onto it anyway, and I'm so glad I did. The book cover fits just perfectly inside, and the fact that the glass is missing makes no difference whatsoever.
And then...I go to my (growing!) collection of spray paint to see if I'd have a color to spray the frame that would match the book cover. Wouldn't you know it, ORANGE. Sitting right there in front of me, the perfect shade of orange. Meant to be I tell ya.
Treasured memories. Milk stains. Grandmother's frame. Leftover orange paint. Perfection.