Two years ago, right here on this page, I wrote about how I “can’t pretend to believe everything I’m supposed to believe.” I wondered out loud if I was a bad Catholic for “walking through those doors with a heaviness that shouldn’t be there,” or if I was a good Catholic for making sure my children attend Catechism classes and make their sacraments.
They asked me, and I heard myself agreeing. It didn’t feel real. I would be the one teaching a room full of nine-year-olds about God. I would be responsible for their religious education for an entire school year.
(No one believed me when I texted them the news, complete with angel emojis.)

I only had a few days to prepare for my first class. They gave me a heavy binder loaded with lesson plans and talking points and suggested readings, but assured me that I could pick and choose what I wanted to cover in my classes.
The binder was pretty overwhelming. It suggested I start by ceremoniously handing each child their workbook by saying a prayer over them. Um, no. The first lesson was supposed to be about Saint Teresa of Ávila, who was born in 1515 and went into a convent at 16. Um, skip.
After flipping through the first three lessons, I decided to boil them down into four main takeaways: God made the world, God wants us to take care of the world, God made us and God wants us to be nice to each other. Bingo-bango!


If it feels like at least one person in this house has been sick since school started, that’s because I think it’s true.
It started when I was plagued by a cold SLASH seasonal allergies. I use the slash because I couldn’t figure out which it was, or if it was both. All I know is that (A) fall allergies are the WORST allergies of the year for me, and (B) it felt very cold-like, too.
I think I decided it was a cold when our daughter, C, caught it. She was really sick for about week, except it was like she had a cold and the flu because she was a snotty mess but also a feverish one. As in, like, fever that wouldn’t go away for like five days. We used the thermometer on her hourly.

Our son, D, caught whatever she had *just* as she was getting better, as is The Way Our Family Does Sicknesses. He also had the fever that wouldn’t leave. He was pale and sickly-looking, but didn’t have the running nose/sneezing/cold-like symptoms that C’d had.
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Our son (age nine) and our daughter (age seven) had been obsessed with the idea of getting these shoes called Heelys — named for the little rubber wheels tucked under the person’s heels.
The child in me admired how cool they looked. Heelys were the kind of gizmo I would have wanted as a kid. Much cooler than my Pogo Ball or my little sister’s Moon Shoes.
The parent in me, however, was nervous about my kids essentially wearing roller skates without a helmet. They’d be safer with a helmet, but it wouldn’t be very practical to tote one around considering sometimes you just wear Heelys as sneakers. (The wheels can pop out.)

During our summer vacation to Ontario, the kids’ grandparents generously gifted them each with a pair of Heelys for a belated birthday surprise.
They were so excited that they started lacing them up right in the store, snapping the wheels into the little caverns in each shoe.


I felt pretty confident since they’re both very coordinated children — unlike their mother.
And then … they couldn’t wheel (or “heel”) an inch.
It was painful watching the kids shuffle their way around the toystore, stumbling every time the wheels connected with the smooth floor.
I showed them a YouTube video on my phone and tried, unsuccessfully, to describe how they should try to do it. I was no help. They either walked on their tippy-toes or skidded awkwardly, half-tripping and coming close to knocking over several displays.
The sales clerk had said specifically that the Heelys were not returnable once the wheels had been clicked into place. I started to worry that we may have just made a very expensive mistake.
After weakly thanking him for his help, we piled back into the car and continued on our errands. Luckily, the next stop was a large discount store to buy fabric (woohoo!) and the kids had plenty of aisle space to practice their, um, stumbling.
Gripping the handles of the shopping cart, they took turns trying to get their balance on the little rubber wheels. Slowly, slowly, they started to get the hang of it. They each fell back on their bums a few times, but popped up quickly as if they hoped no one had noticed.
Over the next few days, the kids worked hard on their Heely-ing and began to wheel for longer distances at a time — one foot flexed up, with the other nearly flat.
Our son actually got so good at it that he wore his Heelys for two long days at Canada’s Wonderland, and delighted with “wheeling” by the suckers who had to walk. Since we’ve been back home, he’s worn them every day, everywhere.

He even wore them to day camp one day, but he was politely asked not to wear them again.
Now that’s school is back in session, he’s been wearing them daily as his “outdoors.” I keep warning him they could be banned from school at any point, so he should enjoy it while it lasts.
The Heelys were definitely a great gift and the kids adore them. Yes, they make all adults nervous, as the kids tear around on those little rubber wheels, but the shoes have a surprisingly awesome benefit. Are you ready for it?
Boring errands are suddenly lots of fun because stores always have smooth, crack-free floors.
The very same children who used to complain about coming along to the drugstore, the grocery store, the hardware store or the fabric store are suddenly inspired to come along, cheerfully, because they know they can glide down the empty aisles on their wheeled sneakers.
I used to start trips into stores by reminding them “Good manners, stick together, and remember that we’re only buying what I say we’re buying.” Now I have to add an additional disclaimer: “Don’t run anyone over or I’m confiscating your wheels.”
My grandmother was a very talented oil painter in Scotland, and I like to think I inherited a bit of her talent for brushwork. But since I have so many creative interests — sewing clothes, woodworking, quilting, needlework, interior decorating, scrapbooking, pyrography — I don’t spend nearly enough time working on becoming a better painter.
I took two sessions of oil painting classes last year and really want to find the time to go back. (Let me know when the days start being 30 or so hours long.)
A technique I’ve always wanted to learn is called impasto. Vincent Van Gogh was amazing at this. It’s where the paint is applied in thick layers, sometimes with a knife, and can even be mixed right on the canvas. Then the paint dries, impasto gives it this amazing texture — swirls and ridges that pop right off the canvas.
While I haven’t yet done much impasto painting, I discovered a hack that gives you a similar appearance with a totally different, unexpected, and CHEAP medium that’s available anywhere home improvement supplies are sold …

Here’s a brief history of our master bedrooms: it was dark, it was grey, it was beige, it was dark green, it was bland, and then it was bright.
Just for fun, I thought I’d go back as far as our master bedroom in our condo …
I was so proud of the colour I picked for the walls — English Toffee, I think it was called — the poorly-sewn cotton curtains, and the “fancy” silky bed-in-a-bag. Oh, and of course I had the “Two Angels” print — so artsy! — and the Walmart lamps with yellowy bulbs. This was, of course, like 2008.

A couple of years later, we upgraded to NICE bedroom furniture, painted the walls grey, and bought a thin grey coverlet.
I sewed more cotton throw pillows and cotton curtains (and clearly didn’t purchase enough fabric to make more than one skimpy panel per window), and created my first gallery wall above the bed. Lots of white, grey, and yellow. I was super proud of it.

When we moved into our current home almost EIGHT (!!!) years ago, in October of 2011, the walls were creamy beige and the curtains were dark brown. Total blank slate.

Shortly after moving in, we painted the walls a deep, dark green. We’d painted one of our bathrooms at the condo the same colour, and I’d really liked it. Somehow, that translated into WE MUST PAINT THE BEDROOM THIS MOODY, INTERESTING COLOUR I HAZ FOUND.
We kept the brown came-with-the-house curtains, used existing beige bedding — a thin coverlet, just like our grey one — and bought two Target pillows that had beige, green, and brown in them. I printed out black and white photos of us (pre-kids us) and hung a gallery wall with all thin black frames.
Overall, I liked it a lot at the time. Dark and moody. Frugal. Fine.

Once the bedroom started feeling TOO dark, we embarked on another master bedroom makeover. I was over the green.
I had my Handy Husband repaint the walls — Revere Pewter, when it was just starting to be THE paint colour everyone wanted — but we kept the black and white gallery wall and the bedding.

Within a couple of weeks, I’d sewn new curtains (a white, grey, and red print I’d fallen in love with) we’d built pelmet boxes to go above the windows (oooooh, felt so fancy), I’d sewn new throw pillows to match the curtains, and I’d painted some clearance mirrors red and hung them between the windows. We went back to our grey coverlet and kept the gallery wall.

For a long time, nothing really changed in here. The only difference was that I didn’t like that Michael didn’t have a nightstand, so we built a “fake” one. It wasn’t similar to mine in any way except for the height was the same, on purpose, to trick the eye into seeing a symmetrical set-up.


I also bought two big old lamps at a yard sale, painted the bases black, and kept the original shades.

Up until the other day, this was EXACTLY what our master bedroom still looked like …

… and now it looks like this!

Even though we hardly changed anything, it looks a LOT better, doesn’t it?
What we kept the same: curtains, wall art, throw pillows, furniture, lamp bases, wall colour, etc.
What we changed: bedspread, sheets, lampshades, light bulbs.

I used birthday money to buy this fluffy white comforter + sham set from Winners the other night.
I’ve been wanting a white comforter for ages — not a duvet, as I didn’t want to deal with stuffing it and my allergies mean I can’t have anything down-filled. I liked the idea of a comforter — one piece I could throw in the washer/dryer easily.
I was also determined to buy a KING-SIZED one, even though our bed is a queen, because I wanted it to hang down nicely all the way around. Our bed is extremely tall, so king-sized blankets are a must.
This one’s made by Kort & Co. and has grey piping around the edges and a small grey polka-dot pattern on the underside. I can’t find it anywhere online, but if I do, I’ll link to it!

I also bought these gorgeous red buffalo check flannel sheets. I LOVE flannel sheets in the winter. Plus, they bring out the red in the curtains and throw pillows I already had!

Once I had the bright white bedding on the bed, I knew I had to lose the yellowing original lampshades from my yard sale lamps. Their black spray-painted bases were still great, but the shades … nope.
So I replaced them with these two plain white drum shades I stole from another project-in-progress. I also replaced the old “warm” bulbs with my new FAVOURITE bright white lightbulbs* and instantly the room felt brighter and more modern.

The old red clearance mirrors I spray-painted red years ago. The curtains I sewed years ago — with the blackout lining that I still haven’t finished sewing in place, oops.

The Bon Jovi “Livin’ on a Prayer” lyric art I made for the wall.

Last night was the first night in our “new” old bedroom, and I’m happy to report the fluffy white comforter is just as soft and dreamy as I’d hoped. The sheets are still a bit stiff after one washing, but I expect that’s because they’re nice and thick (and not cheap — $49.99 for the set) and they’ll soften up with more washings.

It’s interesting to see what changes over the years, and what stays the same. The black and white gallery wall is STILL hanging in there — and I still love it.
Who knows how long our bedroom will look exactly like this, since you know I like to change things up. But I’m happy with it at the moment, and that’s what matters.

xoxo
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