Nightstand DIY

You know, 6 days after painting my living room and dislocating my rib I would want to paint again. Go figure. But I can breathe deeply, and if my trip to the gym taught me anything, it's that once you feel better you go hard again or go home.

No, don't do that. Rest up so you can heal fully without popping your rib back out.

However, I'm taking it easy and going carefully, and my project was nowhere the size of my living room (or the gym, apparently) so I pulled out the paint!

Justin and I moved into our current home in April of last year, and our bedroom furniture took a beating, including, but not limited to, drawers being taped to their bodies which led to tape being ripped off and taking the finish with it.

And since this catastrophe enabled my dream of painting and refinishing our dresser and nightstand (Pinterest, thank you for the idea of blue furniture) I got some cute country cottage blue paint and completed the project that was our dresser. And it turned out splendidly.

 

I had plans to refinish hubbs' nightstand in a similar fashion but never got around to it after unpacking, and then the weather got cold (I keep painting for warmer weather days).

Well my fingers were itching for something to do, and since we aren't redoing the bathroom just yet (AKA not today) I decided to surprise Justin and get the side table done!

I was careful not to post this til he got home and could see, hehe.

So here is my nightstand DIY for your viewing pleasure!

The nightstand and drawers, before.

My face, because who in their right mind takes on a project with a rib out. Me. That's who. 

And of course, we watch Disney while we work ♪♫

My equipment:

Paper (or a tarp) to protect the floor.

A wet washcloth to wipe any paint splatters on me or the floor/walls.

Paint+Primer in one.

Sanding apparatus.

Paint brushes to your preference.

Eww, tape injury.

I sanded everything down really well before painting.

Took off the hardware, opened and mixed the paint, 

enjoyed some "Prince Ali" while I painted, 

and alas, we have the first coat!

These are the lovely knobs I'm using to replace the nasty square ones.

Thanks Hobby Lobby!

Place of my dreams.

Seriously, there is nothing that beautiful place doesn't have.

And there it is! In all of it's finished glory, two coats, three on top.

(And Justin's gorgeous sleep apnea machine haha.)

I did a second coat on the top of my dresser as well, it turned out lovely.

Let's enjoy the details!

My bobbie pin holder, a sweet thrift find.

This little containers were a gift from a dear friend at our mom group's gift exchange.

Doesn't it just make everything look organized and cute?!

And now my room is a bit of a mess, sheets in the dryer and pillows in the washer, but I'm happy and things look nice!

~The Crunchy Mama

An Update!

Man. It has been a while! Life just got crazy and this mama got overwhelmed. But hey, that's okay. I love writing, but in marriage and parenthood a blog is not the highest priority, and I'm proud of myself for letting it go rather than push myself and be unhappy in the business of life!!!

And get this, life is still very busy, and likely will be for the rest of the summer. But I'm planning on setting aside time to write when I can. My cousin's wedding is coming up and I'm matron of honor (yay!!!), vacation with extended family, trying to redo some of the rooms in our apartment, AND in big news, hubby got a promotion (which is wonderful) but as he has added responsibility who knows how our little family's schedule will be impacted.

In updates, life has been good. Little miss is growing (less than four months and she'll be two years old. TWO!) and is learning and growing splendidly. She loves telling people they have "ieeeees" and tries to put her own "shuus" on (usually on the wrong feet) and she is just absolutely stunning.

I had the privilege this week of watching The Business of Being Born with a sweet young friend who is already becoming passionate about birth and has promised to be my birth photographer whenever we have another baby (and ohhhh the baby fever is strong right now but we're waiting).

To continue in my dream of an urban homestead I have started a porch garden (what we lack in backyard in our rental is made up in our huge front porch) with various veggies and herbs. I started everything from seed, so the plants are still maturing, but I can wait to harvest some food!

This weekend I painted our living room, which looks gorgeous, and dislocated a rib in the process. Yay for me. It HURTS. Holy poo on toast does it hurt. I think it went back into place, or at least wasn't hurting (I was able to take deep breaths without hurting and my lungs could expand to sneeze) but I made the mistake of going to the gym yesterday. "Oh I'll just do cardio!" No. Not a good choice. Because now it hurts like a %$#&*! again, can't breathe or sneeze or bend or pick up Bree. And that's what you get when you want to redo the living room.

But it is lovely!

It's incredibly cozy. Even moreso now that we hung our frames and clock and such up. But I'm not taking a picture right now because mama's gotta get off of here to clean haha. (And yes, that is Friends on the TV, my favorite show ever.)

So, there's a brief update for you! The Crunchy Mama got a facelift, and you'll see more of us soon. Much love!

Don't Let Your Self Esteem Issues Become Your Child's Issues

I've recently started working out. I am sixteen months postpartum and very healthy, but I've been wanting to lose some weight and get toned. I eat fairly well, whole foods with sugar and Starbucks in moderation, but I wanted to take that extra step for my body. Today I looked in the mirror and noticed some definition in my upper abs and obliques, and I was thrilled! Those ab workouts that kill and burn are starting to slowly pay off!

And then I looked down to my lower abs and frowned. That's my "trouble" area, you know... the mommy pouch from all the pregnancy-stretched skin. I'm starting to lose weight but that area is tougher to tone and exercise for me right now.

Instantly my confidence and excitement disappeared. And then I looked at myself in the mirror and went "why?" I looked at my back, starting to slim. I saw my arms which are now fitting in to tighter sleeves they wouldn't before. My progress has been slow coming over the past holiday season, but I already feel so much more better than I did. More energized, my pants are no longer tight but fit perfectly, and I look forward to the sweat from the gym and how I feel after. Endorphins!

Confidence has always been an area of struggle for me. My mom constantly nitpicked my weight and appearance from a young age, put me on diets, forbid certain foods, and pointed out flaws. I've always been incredibly insecure because of that. I was by no means a skinny stick, but as a teenager I WAS somewhat and curvy. I would kill to have that body now. Size 6/8 jeans, tiny waist.... I had that hourglass figure.

But I always thought I was fat.

Honestly, meeting my husband boosted my confidence. Countless boys could tell me I was "hot" and I didn't believe them. My husband's adoration and love really built up my security. I still hated clothes shopping and thought I had a big belly. I continued that thinking after my first miscarriage, when I began eating out of depression and gained weight. I continued that thinking while I was pregnant. However there was this glorious realization after giving birth of what a freaking rockstar I am and how powerful my body is, and that helped me respect myself more.

Naturally, I still struggled. I was the biggest I had ever been after giving birth. I was incredibly sensitive to that. And sometimes I do still struggle with it, it's an inner battle. A socially conditioned one too. But having my daughter, realizing my worth, and working out has definitely helped me.

We all know the whole spiel of airburshed magazine covers, no one looks like that, blah blah, and it's all true. Heck, I saw an article going around about "Lindsey Lohan's horrible beach bod" where she literally looked anorexic she was so skinny, but she had this itty bitty little stomach pooch they emphasized. It was disgusting (they're article and response, not her body).

Our culture is so obsessed with attaining the perfect body. It's brainwashed into us until we all have some issue related to it. Why can't we be taught to love our bodies? Or better yet, grow up with that mindset?

You do not have to be a certain size or weight to be healthy. If you want to lose weight, do so for your health and yourself not because you have to look that way for the approval of others.

What's especially worse about this obsession with weight and size (not health) is that fact that it's rubbing off on our children. Children as young as toddlers already have concern over weight. They think they need to look a certain way for people to like them. They think they look fat! I'm sorry, but that's absolutely ludicrous! And it's not only society and TV's fault, but it's ours too.

We look at ourselves in the mirror and exclaim "I'm so fat!" We point out every imperfection and flaw while shopping for clothes.

 "That makes my butt look big."

"That makes my stomach looked weird."

"That makes my arms look flabby."

From a young age our children are trained to think that's normal. To hate your body, to hide it's features and never be happy with it.

That's just not okay guys. We need to stop that cycle. I hate my self esteem issues, even though they are no where near where they were I still struggle. It's a hard mindset to break. So start by preventing that mindset in the first place. Our kids really deserve better. They deserve self respect and self love, no matter their size or shape.

By all means, be healthy, eat well, exercise. But don't let it become an unhealthy obsession. Don't forbid food because you're afraid of your kids becoming "fat." There's this awesome thing called moderation. It works well with treats or desserts!

Love your body so your kids can love theirs. If you need to get healthier, do it. If you want to lose weight, do it. But don't put their focus on it, and still love yourself in the process.

The same goes for make up. I've known a lot of people who legitimately won't go out in public unless they have a "done up" face. I've known a few women whose husband's haven't even seen them without make up. Make up is a fun thing, and can definitely boost confidence, I love it! It's not a mask however. It shouldn't define you, your face, or your self esteem. That's another thing we need to be careful of instilling in our kids. Make up is great at accentuating the beauty that is already there, but your beauty does not come from it. When I see seven year olds with a full face of make up I just want to hug them.

It's hard work, raising kids who will become adults and functioning parts of society. We want better for them than we have had, and that includes our personal issues, especially those concerning our appearance. Break the chain, it has to start somewhere. It can be hard, but you can do it, and you aren't alone. Your kids deserve it.