A Gathering of Bells

My Grandma Lowman’s maiden name is Bell and decades ago she and her siblings started gathering their families together a bit before Christmas to make sure that everybody got to see one another before things got too busy. Forty years later the Bell Gath, as it was appropriately named, is still happening. Santa shows up bearing presents for the old and young and there is most often a gift exchange. We’re many generations deep now and there seems to have been a baby boom recently.  The planning of the gathering rotates from family to family and the location does as well.

We’ve grown to about 50 people and meeting in somebody’s home is no longer an option. This year we all descended upon the Skagit Brewery and our ticket in was an ugly sweater. My mom was kind enough to find sweaters for all of us and Barry, my brothers and even Midge placed in the Top Ten positions.

The posts over the next few days will be much more photo heavy than usual, I apologize for that in advance.

Orange You Glad You Asked Part II

We had a fantastic whirlwind of a time with our families for Christamas and have spent these last couple days at home recovering from it all, but there is something about Christmas that inspires change at our house. Last year we packed up our TV and hauled it away and this year we’ve got a bug in our hair about painting our den and reorganizing everything. Since Maggie inherited her play kitchen and we moved the computer, we’ve been spending much more time in there and the pumpkin orange wasn’t cutting it anymore.

In with the new and out with the old….at least in terms of paint. I’d like to say that I’m not sure what we were thinking when we painted the room orange, but it seems that we picked the new color in much of the same way: we went to the store and picked a color we liked. This time we went with more of a stone grey, NOT orange in the slightest.

Our spatial reasoning is also being tested as we’ve moved and shifted furniture in some capacity in every other room. I’ll translate that for you.

Our house is in flux. Check that. Our ENTIRE house is in flux.

Christmas is gone. Neatly packed away in bins until next year, some dangling snowflakes and the mistletoe are the only reminders, along with the gifts we brought home from our whirlwind celebration tour  (more on that some other day), that Christmas was even here.

On top of painting, Barry also built a desk for our computer…but if you came and knocked on our door right now you’d never, ever guess that we were on the road to living a more organized life. Seriously, I can hardly keep track of Mags in all the mess, but by tomorrow we’re going to be feeling footloose and fancy-free because we won’t have an orange room anymore and our house will, I promise, feel a less like a tornado.

I hope.

*You can read about the first time we painted the orange room HERE

**You can read about getting rid of our TV HERE