Back in November I had worked on this window bench. Unfortunately, I still have not found the perfect material to cover a cushion with. I have searched high and low for “novelty” upholstery fabric and sadly, I am disappointed with what I have found so far. If you know of a great place to look, let me know.

Last night we finally started staining the other piece that originally was part of the window seat. I thought it was 20 drawers – it’s 25. There could have been 250, which is what it felt like when Mr. DD handed me #13 and said I was over half way done.

XBoy selected a lovely green for the stain. Almost blue-green. He picked it because it will go in his room to replace his toy chest and dresser. We’ll use a high gloss varnish which will make the grain and color really pop, plus protect it from his insatiable habit of coloring on anything but paper (so far we can include: the leather sofa, my antique column, the dining room table, the toy chest, and dart board).

Now for the window seat, Mr. DD came up with the recycling of the door knobs. That idea, while brilliant, just won’t suit this “new” dresser. I thought about using labeled drawer pulls, but again, finding something unique looking has been difficult (the labels were appealing as they could help XBoy keep toys more organized – yes, I’m imparting as much OCD as I can on him). Mr. DD thought it’d be fitting to take 25 hot wheels and set them up with screws and attach them to the drawer fronts. Unfortunately, Grandpa used seven of XBoy’s broken and crappy cars for a different project and even now, two years later, comes unglued every time he sees those cars as he’s convinced that they were his “favorite!”

The other decision we have been mulling over is how to cover the top. I didn’t want to stain it, but cover it in something ultra-durable. Heck I even suggested a piece of old marble, but Mr. DD nixed that. He suggested diamond-plated stainless, which would be pretty cool, but I though it’d be best to have something with a relatively flat texture.

So…besides giving me possible suggestions on the fabric for the window seat, do you have any thoughts for the dresser pulls and top? I promise pictures when we are done (as if that’s incentive enough to delve into your creativity, but that’s all I got).


I was tagged a bit ago by Shelli from BagMamma to complete the six-word meme that was apparently inspired by the book, “Not What I Was Planning“, which in turn was inspired by Hemingway’s proported statement: “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn” (an infertility blog title if ever there was one that would never require a single post).

I’ve thought quite a bit about this, and while I worked and reworked in my head several phrases that might surmise my life to this point, one word in particular kept making a return like some kind of boomerang of phonemes. That word?


But I don’t mean “extraordinary” in the typical sense, as in “the sunsets over the Grand Canyon are extraordinary!” Instead, I see the word in my mind broken down into its two subparts: extra and ordinary.

Let me put this another way: if I was to say that something was extra dull, it just means that it is more dull, not that it’s more exciting. Extra Ordinary is just that when I refer to my life up until this point. The Extra comes into play when you look at one definition of extraordinary: beyond what is ordinary or usual.

My life stopped being ordinary November 2004 when I had the first of my four miscarriages. While one miscarriage is typically dismissed by friends, family and even medical professionals as not uncommon, it still changed my life forever. It was my gateway into Infertility; into my life made Extraordinary.

In this sense, who of us is truly ordinary? In attempts to get add to a family, it doesn’t matter whether you went as basic as OPKs and temping for several months or you traveled the globe for the sixth time for a donor egg transfer, you have become EXTRAordinary.

In some ways I do wish that my life had remained ordinary, holed up in this town in Nebraska living my life with a six and a three year old, and not carrying a chip on my shoulder. On the other hand, there is something so profound and far-reaching about the blogging community, both literally and figuratively, that I can’t imagine that it should have been any other way.

I guess my six-word story for me would be, “Finding peace in the extra ordinary.”