Make our bed every day, perfectly.Tight blankets smoothed without a wrinkle, neatly arranged throw pillows. Then I open all of the curtains in our bedroom so the sun comes in and makes our bedroom look bright and pretty. Most days Some days we have no visitors, and I am getting back into the bed before Darling Husband (or anyone) has even seen it all made, but I still do it. It makes a huge difference in my mood when I walk past the room 9,492 times a day on the way to the laundry room and the bathroom.
Put on makeup. If I know I’m going out later, I put on a bit more (and do it a bit more carefully). But on a daily basis, I always swipe on a bit of concealer under my eyes, some blush, and a smidge of eyeliner or mascara. And a hint of lipcolour, so I don’t have that whole corpse look going on. When I make trips to the bathroom during the day, I’ll touch it up if I’m looking all crappy and pale again. And then at night, I take it off — and often no one’s seen my made-up face except me and Baby Boy.
Dress Baby Boy in cute, coordinated clothes. I don’t how many times I’ve been picking out an outfit for Baby Boy while someone (Darling Husband, my mom, etc.) exclaimed “He’s just hanging out at home! Who cares?!” I care! He never, ever, ever wears mismatched outfits. It’s just as easy to dress him in a coordinated outfit, and when you take 874 photos of him daily, it helps that he always looks camera-ready.
Draw the line between clothes and pyjamas. In the early months, I would get dressed later in the day, and sometimes my “clothes” would be so casual that I’d sleep in them. Hot, right? I always felt grungy and just “off,” no matter how often I showered. Now I get dressed first-thing in the morning, immediately after I get Baby Boy changed and dressed. It’s usually just yoga pants or leggings and a stretchy tee, but it’s clothing. And when I wind down at night, I change into pyjamas — like a nightgown or a two-piece set or something. It sounds stupid, but it’s made me wear nicer things during the day, because I know I’ll be in comfy pyjamas at night when I’m relaxing.
Keep our home tidy. Since it’s usually just me and Baby Boy here, alone, sometimes for days on end, I could definitely get away with sloppy housekeeping. No one would know! But it would make me all twitchy, so I make a point to keep it fairly tidy. Walking into my nice, clean kitchen is like a little shot of Valium, I swear.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m journalist and blogger in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
Whether I’m working on my novel, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.