I’ve always thought that an entry decor should be something captivating.
It is a sneak preview of the house.
I’ve struggled to put something which I can afford in our small foyer.
Until I saw this old, dilapidated ladder in ebay. Bought it for $40.
I thought it had potential.
I’ve asked my handyman, aka Tatay, to cut it shorter, paint and sand it.
The end product is something I am extremely pleased with.
Our shabby chic bookshelf:
I’ve retained some parts of the ladder unpainted, untouched to keep it authentic.
Our living room has never looked this appealing to me.
Budget is always tight when you have a big family with a single income. I prefer it that way. I can’t even imagine going back to work and leaving the children behind. I will miss all the fun and the madness!
Anyway, they suddenly wanted to use oil paint yesterday. They always draw but they usually use water colour or charcoal pens. I provided them with some canvas, oil paint and brushes all bought from the $2 shop. I told them to paint anything about nature.
And they did.
Suddenly, I have cool, meaningful and splendid wall arts in the middle of our family room. For free.
Here’s a closer look made by Luis, Nina, Pio and Sasha.
So we moved.
From our white-colored cottage in the middle of the street, stone throw away from the church, shops and family clinic to a lovely house on top of a hill. Sasha asked if we are now living in the country-side.
Sort of but not really.
We decided to move to be closer to the Opus Dei school opening up in Melbourne next year. It’s name is Harkaway Hills College.
Yes, we are sending some of them to the school which is the only one we find worthy to take over our homeschool.
We have a fantastic view of the Harkaway Hill, greens all around and an amazing sky line.
It is so peaceful and quiet, a sharp contrast from the busy suburb which we came from.
Just across our house is a reserve with a children’s playground.
The kids are having a fine time here.
Spring is just around the corner. I can’t wait to spend more of our days out in the sun.
I stopped sulking inside the house this winter. My blues never helped anyone.
I decided to brace the cold and bring the children out, no matter what.
Life has to go on…and on…
Here’s what we did during our 3-week break:
Watch the stars at Cosmodome
Run wild at the park
Unwind at the nearby cafe
Play to death
Explore artworks around the library
Gardening with Lolo
Cook. Bake. Eat.
Girls’ Camp for Sasha
Celebrate Nina’s 5th birthday.
Believe it or not, I also had a great time cleaning the house. I should have worked as a cleaner. I’ve discovered vinegar and baking soda. I can’t believe how much wonders these duo can do!
Makes me feel like dancing…
You will think that I’m spoiled.
New bed cover. Again.
One for Christmas, the other one for Easter.
I think you are right.
As my niece, Clare, said “These sheets are so pretty and comfy“.
Our children love to roll on it, hide in it. The kids like to read and sleep with me in our room. Must be the sheets. This is the coziest place to homeschool.
Nice investment, don’t you think?
This was my Mt Everest today.
Clothes to be folded. Heaps of it. 3 basket-full to be exact.
The Captain took the day off because bit under the weather. He took over homeschooling and running the house.
Isn’t he the best?
Anyway, I can’t just lie down most of the day so might as well fold the clothes and relieve the kids of this work for a day.
A sweet nap followed after the climb. Just what I needed.
Elmer took the whole troop out last Sunday to play tennis while Tatay went out for his day-off. I was left at home. Alone.
What a treat!
Guess what any mother with many children will do when left alone?
Yes, what else can we do?
I cleaned cabinets which I never dared to open before. I sorted out boxes of children’s clothes. I cleaned our bedrooms. I prepared burritos for Labor Day’s picnic at the park the following day. I slept and read a magazine in the midst of the clean-up. Then, I sanitized the bathrooms. I tidied up the classroom in time for Term 2.
It felt good afterwards. Really.
Only, I ended up with painful contractions afterwards and a bad case of reprimand from my GP.
34 weeks and counting. Still not ready to give birth but feeling too heavy at this stage.
The children had their Christmas wishes granted last week. I had mine this week. Nice.
A Mozi round, wool carpet.
My Santa came in the form of my younger sister, Ann.
This is one of the perks of having siblings who are single.