This Dusty House

An Adventure in Diapering: My Stash

Authors: Jeanette deBoer


I waffled back and forth a bit about whether or not I wanted to use cloth diapers. In the early days of my pregnancy, I was certain we would be purchasing a stash of cloth diapers and would be using nothing but. Turned out, the Husband wasn't quite on board, skeptical about how easy they would be to use. Why should we be...

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Time to Paint: Finding Inspiration

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

I've talked before about the difficulty I have in picking paint colours. It's not something that comes naturally to me. Flipping through a paint deck, I feel like I'm merely stabbing in the dark as I pick paint colours, and attempt to develop some sort of cohesive colour scheme from room to room to room. I have difficulty...

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Time To Paint: A Look Back

Authors: ThisDustyHouse

I don't do the painting in our house much. More often than not, it's the Husband picking up the paint brush. He spent a summer or two during high school painting with the pros on a team of house painters, so it never makes much sense for me to get in his way. I learned this the very first time we painted anything together....

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This Dusty Kitchen: Garden Vegetable Quiche

Authors: ThisDustyHouse

Postpartum eating has been confusing. On one hand, I have approximately 15 pounds of extra to lose in order to get back to my pre-baby weight and a healthy BMI. I've lost weight before by counting calories and increasing my activity levels, so getting rid of it doesn't really worry me. Except, on the other hand, I'm...

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A New Changing Station: Swallowing My Pride

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

A couple years ago, a good friend of the Husband bought all his roommate's furniture and then promptly left the country, passing said furniture around to his friends to sell, use, or store as needed. We ended up with a bed frame and two huge bedside tables, none of which were my style, but both of which got incorporated...

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How To Make a Ring Sling

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Years ago, my brother went on a trip to India and brought me back a beautiful length of cloth. I tucked it away at the time, lacking faith in my abilities to sew something I would love forever. It moved with my twice, living in totes, and bags, and finally, tucked in a corner with my stash of yarn. I assumed I would always...

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A Garage Sale Day and Some New Treasures

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Our neighbour is moving. (Sadly, not the neighbour that caused all the drama a couple months ago. The neighbour on the other side.) They are neighbours who welcomed us onto the street with open arms three years ago. Neighbours who invited us to backyard barbecues and shared flats of vegetables for our gardens. Awesome...

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This Dusty Kitchen: BBQ Meatloaf

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

The very first time I had meatloaf, I was in university. It seems late, I know, for a first taste of something so many consider comfort food. Meatloaf can be inconvenient, time-consuming, requiring far more preparation and effort than my mother, a hard working dairy farmer, had the patience for. Meatloaf may be a classic,...

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Waking Up

Authors: Jeanette deBoer





Mornings are my favourite time of day now. Isabel wakes up slowly, often content to coo and stretch in her crib for a few minutes while I pull on pants and tuck fresh nursing pads into my bra. She's slowly teaching me her night time schedule: eat from 9 to 11, then sleep until 2 am, or 3 if I'm lucky; up again at 6, 7 if...

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Garden 2014: Neglectful Success

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Back in May, during planting season, I dragged my pregnant self into the garden and, after some half-hearted prep work, planted my vegetables for the year. I didn't plant a lot, especially in comparison to other years, but I planted enough to feel like I had a garden, while acknowledging the very high likelihood that...

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