home design || little' gallery wall

               photo credit: pinterest via:  1.   2.   3.

               photo credit: pinterest via: 1. 2. 3.

 Piece by piece AK's room is coming together. I've learned to slow myself down and better consider the options and form a plan of attack so I more wisely use our funds and I don't end up with something I'm not pleased with. I much prefer the result that ends in a few giddy jumps up and down than the result that ends in "I guess that will work." Thus, the process of planning out her gallery wall. 

I know I want to stick with white frames, but I want to break it up a bit with a few different options: a wooden sign, art or pictures hung up with little clips or washi tape, a mirror, or some initial letters. 

I am eager to frame some pictures of ak and our sweet nephews, of ak and her other little buddies, and of the moments of ak in our everyday. I'd love to write up a sweet quote for her in one of those frames, as well.

 I'm also giddy to get some prints hung up. Little calls Where You Lead "our song" -- melt me -- so I believe it's a must that we have some sort of ode to Stars Hollow up on the wall. Then as I was toodling around the Rifle Paper Co website my eyes fell on this Kentucky Derby print -- totes adorbs, people. J and I agree this is just too perfect to not demand a spot on our Little Louisvillian's gallery wall. 

It's so happy to see little pieces of home continue to come together. Though we still are in an apartment I realized a while ago that that doesn't mean I can't treat this as the home it is for us. I  can and I should! This is our home -- our sweet home that's bursting at the seams with memories and growth and everyday pieces of beauty. Our home to be fully lived in for however long we occupy its rooms. And though there are things about it that springboard battles of discontent I adore our little home and all the sanctifying of me and us that the Lord has worked in it.

 There are furniture pieces and other tidbits that will be on hold until the day our home goes from apartment to house, but we have been loving making changes that can easily move with us and that make it more our own space. And making Little's room into her sweet, bright spot has been my favorite of all so far. 

when the dresser is the wrong color

So we went to IKEA this past Saturday to finally purchase the long anticipated dresser for AK's "big girl" room. Yes, it's a piece of furniture, but this is the first time we've had an actual dresser in AK's room. Until now we've been using a bit more creative storage, which worked pretty well, but was definitely not ideal with for her growing self. So was I borderline embarrassingly excited about this dresser? Absolutely. 

We emmerged from IKEA, successful. Family fist bumps were shared as we wheeled our purchase out of the store, with a couple extra finds and an  ice cream cone in hand. We had our dresser. 

Sunday afternoon J opened the boxes and project dresser was underway. However, as he flipped the lid back and the pieces of the dresser were exposed, my worst "dresser fear" was realized. I was not looking at a white dresser. It was off-white, there was no doubt about it. When I carried a piece back to hold it up against AK's  white bed, it was confirmed. Instead of having a white bed and a white dresser, we were going to have a white bed and a dresser that was going to look like it had a bad white paint job next to said white bed. 

I shall not lie to you, friends. Tears were shed. It had been a long week, I had carefully shopped for the right dresser for months, we had spent decent $, and had driven 4 hours total to pick it up. Plus, I realized that I had to missed something online and, thus, the seeds were planted for dresser catastrophe. I felt like such a dummy. Suffice it to say, I didn't have the greatest reaction.

Oh, the ways we are grown. The Lord uses so many things, doesn't He? 

I mean, it's a dresser. Not a real life-altering issue. Sure it is frustrating when something like that happens, but at the end of the day, in right perspective, the color of my kids dresser doesn't exactly matter. And, hey, we live in a world with Home Depots where you can go and figure out a solution to make your dresser change from off-white to the very white you were looking for. Ahhh, paint, you little miracle worker, you. Would I rather have been able to buy a dresser, set it up, and say, "completion?" Sure, I would have. That's not what happened though and, yet, we have a solution, thanks to my patient, practical, and loving husband. 

I'm praying I grow to find the humor in times like these. To say to myself, "it is a dresser. It has absolutely no eternal significance." To take a deep breath, chill, and think. To come up with a solution, be wise and practical, and make the best out of each situation. I'm sure there will be more tears in the future, and that's okay. However, in those moments of disappointment and frustration, I pray that my heart will be more eager to choose gratitude and joy than anger and self-pity. 

It's amazing what you can learn because of a dresser.