There were lights, a camera, and hours worth of action. At one point, I was squeezed into our small bathroom with three illuminated white umbrellas. Sort of like taking pictures while wedged between clouds. Sort of. Then, of course, when someone needed to use the bathroom, it was a side-step, tip-toe, sliding kind of dance: me out, him in; him out, me in; tidy-up, carry on. At one point, my husband came in from his work outside and gave the slightest eyebrow-raise at all the equipment (and out-of-frame mess?) that was filling his house, and I said he’d probably not expected this white umbrella moment in his life, and he said no, he hadn’t.
Nor had I.
For who would ever expect the white umbrellas?
I remember the very first whisper I ever mentioned to you here about the idea of a little house, and how, lately I’d been “keeping company with this big idea of small.” And I remember when I wrote that, how nervous I was and how completely crazy I felt about this invigorating idea. I remember that we were then at the beginning, and how, soon after that post, everything seemed to fall apart, and how circumstances seemed hell-bent on throwing out a crazy notion such as this. But, that crazy notion, wire-haired and pointed, wasn’t so easily whipped.
And a little house really did begin to form, first on paper, then in wood, steel, and glass. I remember the day this little house arrived. I remember that sunny April day and how the trees were beginning to bud and the grass was beginning to green, and how nervous I was and how completely crazy I felt about this invigorating idea. A little house? For five of us? Yes, indeed. There it was, smelling of fresh wood, ready for paint and flooring; for vintage lights and furniture; for built-in boy bunks and barn wood shelves. It stood waiting for us. And so we began. With a light touch, its soul awoke. With each brush-stroke painted and every curtain hung, we saw it more, knew it more: there was life for us here. It wasn’t crazy after all, this well-tailored home, it was beautiful.
It is beautiful.
Especially under the white umbrellas.
* Don't forget! This Monday, May 13, begins the photo tour of our little house!