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.