Once upon a time my bedroom always got last dibs on energy. Piles of clean, yet unfolded laundry dominated the scene, dressers piled high with everything from mail to books to children’s toys. The bed was never made. If company was coming and I wanted to pretend my hallway was all clean, I would just shove any tubs or anything into my room and lock the door.
But grown-ups and especially parents sometimes get little enough good sleep as it is. The time we spend in our rooms should be tranquil and relaxing, setting the stage for good sleep.
Also, I need a beautiful space for time-outs. Mommy time-outs that is.
Enter the bedroom makeover! I confess I never remember before pics, one day I will… Maybe.
Anyway, here it is, “mommy’s sacred space” also known as “mommy’s secret space” to Eli, lol! But I’ve explained how it’s important to me that this room stay this way, and he seems up understand. Plus he loves it too.
The photo web is fifteen nails in the wall with jute twine wound around them. I drew a diagram first, and planned the rough shape and direction of the twine so I didn’t double back anywhere. I didn’t stick with it completely but it gave me a sense of direction. I figured out the overall size and put painters tape around the perimeter of the space I wanted to fill with the web.
Prints are from Artifact Uprising, ordered via their iPhone app. They are secured to the web with bulldog clips.
Anniversary date sign made from tea and vinegar stained wood and vinyl letters.
Wedding pics board was a ribbon photo board I was tired of so I stapled a heavy cotton fabric over it and made a new hanger from jute twine.
Vase frame made from repurposed and painted frame, beer bottles, jute twine, and the ribbon was the one tied around the quilt when it came.
Spaceship blueprints from Quantum Prints on Etsy. I “framed” them with a pre-cut mat and brown paper craft tape. Clipped them with a bulldog clip and hung with a small nail. Dresser is covered with a table runner. Box is vintage toolbox (complete with vintage tools inside!) from a church rummage sale. Glass canisters are simply filled with small white rocks and reindeer moss leftover from my airplant project.
And today is special because today is the release of The Guardians book trailer! To celebrate, I’m giving away stuff, but first, here’s the video:
In the final moments of Flight of Blue, Kai Williams discovers all the Guardians including his parents have been lured inside time bubbles where minutes tick by so slowly, they don’t realize they are trapped. While trying to find a way to free them, Kai is stalked by a mysterious figure called the Dream Walker who attacks Kai while he’s sleeping and is bent on getting an object–a small skeleton key–away from him. Kai goes to his friends for help to keep the Dream Walker at bay and find a way to free the Guardians. Together they discover clues that lead them on a quest for the secret cabinet of the ancient sorceress Belladonna and the powerful
object she hid away before her disappearance, an object that will break the time bubbles and release the Guardians. Pursued by Name Monsters who have teamed up to fight them, will Kai and his friends be able to outwit the forces arrayed against them and free the Guardians? And will Kai be victorious in the war being waged for his mind while he dreams?
This piece is a flash fiction piece for the Dark Fairy Queen Bridal Shower Anthology. A writerly friend of mine is getting married and a bunch of us are showering her with fiction pieces about love and marriage Enjoy
Reginald is the lovable and curmudgeonly Opossum sorcerer from The Keeper of the Keys Chronicles. He first appears in Flight of Blue, and then in his own version of the events, Reginald’s Tale.
Title: Reginald is Surprised Author: A.E. Howard ebook: Yes
Marriage is an estate generally considered desirable, or so I am told. I personally never understood what would motivate one to give up so much in terms of freedom and privacy for the addition of companionship, and, what is it they say? Oh yes, love.
This was my unswerving opinion as I dedicated myself solely to my studies in magic, leaving no one surprised that I arrived in my middle years still unattached to any female.
One spring Thursday, I was caught away from home when the skies opened up and drenched me. Despite the warmer weather, I was quite grouchy climbing the tree to my home.
One may imagine my disgruntlement when I found not only Rowan, my assistant, among my books, but also a female Opossum I had never met. They looked up when I shut the door none too gently behind me.
“Reginald!” Rowan hopped up, shoving his round glasses up his nose. They promptly slid down again as he dodged around some books. “Let me take your coat.”
The female Opossum moved to the stove and put on the kettle. “You’re soaked, poor thing! What sort of tea would warm you up?”
Surprised, I grunted, “Ginger,” and went to change clothes.
When I came out, the female interloper handed me a mug of steaming tea.
“I’m Cordelia.” She held out her right forepaw.
“I am Reginald.” I sat and sipped the tea. “Will you not sit?” I gestured at the other chair.
She warmed both forepaws around a mug of tea, studying me with bright eyes. “I know who you are. Rowan has told me so much about you.”
“Ah he has, has he? Where did he go, anyway?”
“He said he had to go collect some things.”
“In this rain?” I realized later of course, that the rascal had done it on purpose.
Cordelia and I talked for hours that afternoon, something that had never happened with anyone outside of my academic circles. She loved learning, and while her primary occupation was overseeing the work in the fields and greenhouses, she was able to add great insight on a topic that was currently causing me much distress. Rowan contrived to not come back at all, something I normally would have scolded him for, but at the time, I never noticed.
We continued meeting each afternoon for tea for several days until the rain let up and she had to get back to the spring planting. When she left for the fields, I found myself feeling lonely and distracted, thinking of conversations and laughter we had shared, or of the way she tilted her head when she was thinking about something.
Two days passed and I strolled out to the fields to see how she was faring. I had never enjoyed the company of another Opossum, or any other being for that matter, quite as much as I enjoyed hers.
I was quite satisfied with Cordelia’s company and our pleasant visits for a matter of months. I knew some were whispering about our relationship, butI considered myself above caring what anyone thought of us. Cordelia was too good a conversationalist to give up because of rumors.
Then one day, Cordelia called on me.
It was not our usual day to meet, but I invited her in and put on the kettle for tea. She was wearing a blue blouse that set off her cream colored fur to a great advantage. I could not help but notice the front of her shirt was wrinkled from her wringing her hands in it as she was doing even then as she took her usual chair.
I have not made much study of emotions, but even I could tell something was bothering her and I was surprised at how concerned I was that something upset someone as lovely as Cordelia.
I served her tea and waited, not sure how to ask what was bothering her.
She ignored the tea and looked me in the eye. “Reginald, in the past few months I’ve become very aware of two things. First, I am very fond of you. Second, you are dense as a brick.”
I found myself thrilling at the first statement, a sensation I never expected to personally feel, and it confounded me so much I barely heard her second statement.
“And so after much thought, I’ve determined that if we are to move forward, then I’m going to have to be very direct.”
I was still focused on the fact she liked me, so I was unprepared for what she said next.
“Reginald, I find that I am in love with you and I’m pretty sure you feel the same way if you’ll give yourself time for it to occur to you. And so, I think we should get married.”
No one was more surprised than I when I realized—in that moment—there was nothing I wanted more.
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