the peaceful peacock

Fel­low Mon­tana mama and super­star writer Nici Holt Cline from dig this chick came up with this bril­liant beauty:  Curated Mess.

Curated Mess:  a pile dis­cov­ered around your home, a pre­cious col­lec­tion that explains your life right now.

The boy has been request­ing a “cake fire” for weeks now (the offi­cial term for a birth­day cake with can­dles ablaze), and well, I like cake so I was pretty glad to oblige.  My mama’s birth­day was last week and though she lives far away, we decided to make a cake fire in her honor.

While bak­ing a cake from scratch sounds glam­orous and hero­ically moth­erly, the time invested in such an enter­prise dis­tracts me from reg­u­lar chores like dishes and gen­eral tidy­ing.  Not that I mind.  In fact, I don’t mind a bit.

This is our curated mess.

One of the many.

A bead.  A Mazda.  You can’t move a mus­cle in this house with­out com­ing across a tiny car or some kind of craft­ing sup­ply.

Sleek and ready.

Whip­ping egg whites, dream­ing of the clouds of iri­des­cent orbs pro­duced by the bub­ble machine.

Bak­ing dish cup­board, park­ing garage.

These are the happy dis­cov­er­ies of our days, both for the chil­dren and for mama.

Share your Curated Mess here on flickr.  And if you find the idea of shar­ing the real­ity of moth­er­hood refresh­ing, check out a related project called Truth­ful Tues­days, here at Hip Moun­tain Mama.