The Lonely Scarecrow

Since I can’t help but read children’s picture books ANY time of the year and ESPECIALLY not in Fall, here’s another installment in the series, Through the Seasons with Children’s Literature - Fall edition. This week’s book is Tim Preston’s “The Lonely Scarecrow” which I bought for the gorgeous cover, but fell in love with for the sweet story and Maggie Kneen’s vibrant illustrations. They are done in a raised texture which children (and adults) can’t resist touching. I’ve written some lesson plans and ideas for using this book with your children so you can create memories around another Fall favorite.

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I also recorded another video of me reading the story, so if you’d like 8 free minutes, mama, you can park your littles in front of the video and I’ll entertain them. Or perhaps YOU need someone to read YOU a story? Then, cuddle up and I’ll read to you too.

Children can narrate the story by writing or drawing what they remember or, if they aren’t yet writers, dictating it to you. I’ve also had students create their own scarecrow with colored pencils, scraps of fabric, etc… Here’s an example…

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Enjoy this sweet book! Next week I’ll post one about Thanksgiving and then, (oh my!) we’ll be ready to look at holiday books! Happy reading!

xo

Jill

Fix It Mama

When I was a little girl, my parents took really good care of me. I had chores - but they were the obvious ones like make your bed, pick up your clothes, vacuum, and mow the lawn. I had no idea that there were so many more responsibilities that came with owning a home or running one. I liked cooking and I had watched my mom clean house - so I knew the basics. My dad even taught us to do our own taxes. But what I had not been trained to do was to manage it all. The behind the scenes stuff (at least it seemed that way to me) like changing batteries in smoke detectors, replacing lightbulbs, cleaning gutters, fixing sprinklers, troubleshooting electrical issues or basic plumbing - well, my daddy did those things, quietly and without fanfare. That was his job as the man of the house and it was his way of taking care of us. I didn't know it then, but as an adult, I would have the opportunity to learn many of those skills on my own.

Now, let me back up a bit. I was not always grateful for that opportunity. In fact I spent most of my adult life, even as a very responsible mother of 5 wondering, when a certain household maintenance issue came up, “Where is my daddy?” I would seriously have a little pity party - a full blown, “I shouldn’t have to learn these things! I don’t have time for this!” hissy fit inside my head.  I wondered when someone was going to show up to fix things. I would ignore the broken sprinkler or the leaking toilet and wallow in my feminine helplessness. Completely overwhelmed, I would convince myself that it was impossible that I should have to be skilled in all of these things when I was already the homeschooling, cooking, planning, shopping, coordinating, chauffeuring, business owning woman of the house. “Isn't there a man around who will take care of these things for me?” I would wonder. “Certainly I’m entitled to that!” I would pout internally for days, disgruntled that I didn’t have household staff to do these things for me, until inevitably that voice inside would finally say, “No one is coming to save you, dear. It’s just a broken sprinkler and you can google how to fix that. So figure it out. You’ve got this.” And there is something that happens in the moments when you are digging a muddy hole or reaching into the toilet tank to replace a broken part. You realize that you CAN do it. It’s NOT that big a deal. The guy at Ace Hardware is your friend, the internet is your helper, and you are more capable than you think. 

So I’m grateful that I’m not the princess of my house - I wanted to be, but helplessness is not as empowering as fortitude and resourcefulness. I still want to take care of these things behind the scenes so my children feel secure like I did at their age. But I’m also aware now that they need to know these things by the time they leave the nest. I need to show them a little at a time, so they don’t have to figure it all out as adults, when the list of responsibilities can feel overwhelming.

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To remind myself and to teach my children what needs doing, I’ve made a list and a schedule of household maintenance tasks along with the how to, tips, and tricks I’ve learned over the years. It’s probably missing a lot of things and I’ll be adding to it over time, but I hope it will help those who are perhaps new to home ownership, or those who are ready to take care of things themselves. It’s not as hard as it seems. Our education is not over after schooling is complete or when we settle down to raise a family. There is always more to learn, more skill to gain, more resourcefulness to develop - we never really arrive. And isn’t that a good thing? 

Grab your FREE copy of my Fix it Mama Household Basics HERE. 

What else we could we add to this list? What have you learned about taking care of a home that you could share with us?

The Pipey Bathroom

Your problems are a gift.

When my kids used to complain that they were bored, I would always reply, “Awesome! That means something amazing is about to happen.” I’m sure they hated that, but it was true. I learned as a mama of 5 that if I waited through the agonizing frenzy that ensues when children don’t know what to do with themselves; if I resisted the urge to turn on the TV and temporarily end the crisis, there would come that magical moment when they would light on some creative endeavor that would then entertain them for much longer. 

Your design dilemmas are an opportunity too. 

Let me explain.

In this home we have an indoor laundry area - not just a laundry space but an entryway from the driveway with a washer, dryer, storage, a pantry closet, and a half bath.

Now this half bath is small - just a toilet and a very small sink - the kind with the pipes showing below it. There’s no room for a vanity or cabinet below it to hide the pipes. It has a simple mirror medicine cabinet above the sink. Functional - but not pretty. 

The previous homeowner had cut out a lightweight piece of white melamine exactly the right shape to surround the sink and reach to the walls on either side. She had attached a simple fabric skirt to the front of the countertop with velcro and this cute skirt hung down to the floor, covering the pipes. It was an elegant and inexpensive solution - perfect for a retired couple and other careful bathroom users. 

But I had young children and, when they washed their paws in that tiny sink, water and whatever kind of remnants they were washing off splashed onto the fabric skirt and pooled on top of the flimsy countertop. The set up lasted all of a few weeks. 

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Down came the cute skirt and my hunt for a teeny tiny vanity to hide the ugly, rusty pipes began. 

First of all, there were no vanities small enough and secondly, I had no budget for one. I was not a woman who could say, “Well, we must have a new vanity in that horrible bathroom. I’ll call our contractor and get one this week.” That was not my life. 

I had my 6 year old daughter help with demo and we laughed while she used a hammer to take out the little ineffective countertop. Now the pipes and their rusty imprint on the wall below were visible to everyone. I pondered and noodled on the ways one might create a “real bathroom” from this unsightly and embarrassing space. I looked online for tiny vanities, frustrated by their cost and annoyed by the lame plans of the man who had installed a bathroom this small. 

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Abby taking out the weird countertop.

Weeks went by. Months too. 

Then one day I had an epiphany. Let me be clear - I was given an epiphany - just graciously given new eyes. It was one of those Big Magic moments - the kind that visit you unbidden and which will run away if you don’t treat them with respect and awe. (I can explain this now thanks to Elizabeth Gilbert and her book Big Magic.)

The idea said this to me, “What if the theme of the bathroom WAS the pipes? What if the very thing that made it unacceptable was what made it charming? Shiny silver metal and rusty pieces too?” 

I’ve learned over the years to attend to these ideas, so I went to our local Ace Hardware and stood in the plumbing aisle staring at all the fittings. No less than 4 employees asked me if I needed help, (because that’s what they do at your local Ace Hardware, right?).

“What are you looking for?” 

“Um, I don’t know yet,” I replied. 

I finally confessed to the 4th confused employee that I was designing my bathroom around the theme of pipes. I picked up a curved piece of pipe and asked how I might attach it to the wall as a towel holder. I was directed to some metal clamps and screws. 

On the next aisle, drawn by more shiny metal, I picked up two grates - the kind you put over the vents to your crawlspace. I was given screws, washers and more brackets with which to attach these to the wall as shelves. 

I was pretty much the weirdest. customer. EVER. On the outside I looked like every mom in the neighborhood, but on the inside I was a crazy artist lady, baffling the employees as I wondered around their store, staring in a kind of trance at the displays, searching for the hidden messages in the inventory, and listening for pieces to call out to me, “I belong in your pipey bathroom.”

I came home and attached my metal grates to the wall as shelving. I fastened the curved pipe to the wall for a towel rack. 

In the side yard I spotted the remains of two once beautiful adirondack chairs that I had picked up at a garage sale and which, sadly had finally begun to fall apart. The wooden arms were a weathered gray with specks of old white paint hanging on them. I took two for wall art. 

The theme and winning message of the room was the Pipes - so on one board in white paint I wrote the phrase from a Mr. Rogers song: “You could never go down the drain,” on the other I wrote what the world is always saying to all of our ideas and longings, “That’s a pipe dream.”

I used some fabric I’d been hoarding to cover two artist’s palettes with spray adhesive and a staple gun. Over the next few weeks I found a black bird item and, feeling like a shot of red would add a nice touch, I found a fake red flower at Michaels and stuck it in a metal bucket - held down by wood bark chips found in the yard. 

Over the next few weeks I found a black bird item and, feeling like a shot of red would add a nice touch, I found a fake red flower at Michaels and stuck it in a metal bucket - held down by wood bark chips found in the yard. For Christmas that year, my sister, hearing about the pipey bathroom design, gave me a cute soap holder and the design was complete. 

I love that pipey bathroom. I’m proud of it and happy to offer it to guests when they ask to use a bathroom. It’s quirky and charming and it feels like I’m offering friends a glimpse into my personality and my story when I offer them that room.

I’m thankful that my story has dilemmas and surprising solutions. If it didn’t I think I might be bored.

 

If you haven't read or listened to Elizabeth Gilbert's book, here's a link to find out more about it (and yes, it's an affiliate link).