A Few Thoughts About Gratitude and the Blue Cottage

by Dagmar Bleasdale on November 25, 2013

cottage-001It took a while, but I’m finally kind of feeling more settled here in the Blue Cottage.

Settled to the point where I can take a deep breath and start to really take it in that we live here now. Settled enough to where I get a feel for this house.

I’m getting to know things like the wood floor that has an odd hump in one corner, and every other little thing that’s not perfect but just fine the way it is. Because this cottage was built with a lot of love and heart and sacrifice and longing.

That hump in the floor? I helped put down that flooring and didn’t even notice it at the time. It’s perfectly imperfect, this little cottage.

shabby chic frame on wood floorIt has big windows but is very dark inside, for some reason. It doesn’t have the open floor plan everyone seems to want nowadays. It’s like an old farm house in that way, and I’m embracing the vintage charm of that aspect.

There are still no curtains on any of windows, the office is a total mess and I don’t even work in there, and I need a lot more shelves, especially for my Etsy store items. I’m kind of stuck moving things from one room to another until Don finds the time to put up more shelving.

But I have to tell you that I still sometimes pinch myself that this is now our house. In the middle of making the bed I’m suddenly overcome with gratitude.

Our home. This little spot of the world is ours. Don isn’t someone to get attached to a house — or so he stoically proclaims — but this is huge for me.

I’m already attached to this house, forever. And I won’t ever take having this roof over my head for granted. We are so blessed.

My birthday gift for Don was an October Glory maple tree we already planted in the front of the house. We are putting down roots. That tree will hopefully still be here when we are long gone. Maybe L will raise his family in this house?

pears in vintage bowl on stoveWe finally brought over the last few things from Don’s mother’s attic we had stored there and even inherited a charming rocking chair from her. It’s getting too cold to sit on it on the porch, but boy am I going to get some use out of it next spring and summer.

I’m always on the go, multi-tasking and doing something, but I’m determined to make the time to enjoy a coffee and my favorite magazines out there next year.

With Thanksgiving coming up, it seems fitting that I felt like sharing this with all of you. I’m very thankful for my family and this tiny spot of the world. And I can’t wait to show you more of its transformation.

What makes you feel thankful?

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Mel {MamaBuzz} November 29, 2013 at 10:58 AM

Wow, beautifully written, Dagmar. We just moved into our own house in May. I know how you feel when you say you’ll never take having that roof over your head for granted. I’m really starting to settle in, as well, and it feels so good to finally be “home.” It was worth it all to finally be putting down roots and have a place to call ours.

Happy Thanksgiving to you!


Dagmar Bleasdale November 29, 2013 at 12:16 PM

Thanks, Mel, for your kind comment and also for sharing my post. I miss writing more of these personal posts.


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