A Work in Progress

February 26th, 2014

I was fresh into married life and housewife-ry, and, I must confess, I was almost a hopeless case.

I knew how to make a few simple pasta dishes, had some experience in house cleaning, and I could compose a 50 page thesis on the philosophical justification of Christian beliefs — although admittedly, the latter wasn’t helping me very much with getting my homemaking together.

I would be up at 10:30pm, washing a sinkful of dishes due to a shameful amount of procrastination. Cleaning the bathroom happened…when I remembered to do it. I was tripping over baskets of dirty laundry and clean laundry which had been sitting around for half a week. Houseplants were dying for lack of water (I have since then accepted my inability to keep a houseplant alive). My office desk was a disaster. In my defense though, I did have dinner ready on time….Sort of….Okay, maybe once in a while.

I’ve come a long way since then. I’m more confident now about my abilities as a keeper of the home. Laundry, dishes, and cleaning are completed in a much more timely and orderly manner. And I always have dinner ready right on schedule…(Okay, okay. Most of the time).

And I’m still improving. Slowly but surely, everything is finding a place of its own, clutter is being cleared away, new tasks are being added as old ones become habits, and routines are falling into place.

As I look back and remember the chaos of yesterday, there are a few little tidbits of advice and words of encouragement I would like to offer to young women embarking on married life and motherhood. This is for young women who, like myself, have struggled with “not having it all together.”

#1.  Don’t Compare Your Homemaking Skills to Others’

Especially not those of an older or more experienced woman. Remember, she probably started out much like you, and over the years was able to build up her home to the standard it is at.

That said, it is helpful to gain ideas and inspiration from how other women keep their home. The issue comes when you view another woman’s house and, instead of rejoicing in your friend or neighbour’s successes and learning from her, you compare her strengths to your weaknesses and put yourself down, or worse, resent her.

#2. Form Reasonable Expectations for What You Can Accomplish in a Day

This is especially important once you have young children. Between feeding them, clothing them, cleaning them, and otherwise caring for them, some significant hours of your day are spent. There’s only so much time, and everything seems to take longer than you would expect. Allot only a few “big” tasks to yourself each day, and leave yourself plenty of additional time for each one. At the end of the day, you will feel encouraged that you were able to accomplish what you set out to do — however small — as opposed to feeling defeated by the long list of chores that remain undone.

#3. One Step at a Time

More than once I resolved to get my homemaking act together by making a long list of the tasks I wanted to accomplish. My determination to implement those changes would typically last about a week and then fizzle. It was just too much. I could only get about a quarter of it done, and then I would think of the mountain of tasks remaining and give up.

Having gone through it, this is the advice I would offer to someone in the same shoes:

When you want to add some additional tasks to your schedule, go ahead and write down a list of five, and then select one or two, preferably something with a reasonable time commitment. Choose a day of the week on which to do this task, and then for a month or two make a determined effort to get it done every week on that day.

Say, for example, you want to get into the habit of cleaning the floors regularly. Tuesday is one day of your week that you typically don’t have many other commitments on. So make a note, mark your calendar — whatever you need to do to remind yourself — and on the day, make cleaning the floor one of your first tasks. Over the course of that month or the next few, if you keep at it diligently, that task will start to become routine. Once you are confident of this, you can move on to adding another task, always keeping in mind to make it reasonable. (Adding two hours of daily workout to your schedule is just not going to happen. Trust me on this one.) Each small success will serve as an encouragement to you and will help you to move forward with the confidence that you can get it done.

#4. Establish Routines and Schedules

Some of you may be thinking, “I don’t do well with schedules. They’re too restrictive.”

I once thought the same. Schedules didn’t seem to make sense. I thought I could accomplish so much more, and have so much more freedom, if I didn’t lock myself into boxes of time. Since then I have discovered that schedules are actually more freeing.

Before having a schedule and routine, I found that the “basics” didn’t get accomplished on a reliable basis. Sure, there were some random tasks and projects which saw completion during the week. But dinner time was random. Laundry was piling up. The kids’ baths were being neglected. And on and on it went.

Furthermore, once I had finished a task, I couldn’t think of what to do next, and so much time was squandered on non-productive activities (read: “Youtube”, “Facebook”, etc.) because I thought my work was done. And at the end of the day, I would be kicking myself for the lost time when I remembered all the things I should have done but didn’t because I had forgotten.

What helped me in organizing my day/week was establishing a routine one task at a time, as I mentioned above. After I had been able to keep up some routine for over a year or two, I eventually became convinced that I should try a schedule too. So I divided my waking hours into 4 or 5 blocks of time, and allotted myself a few tasks or activities in each. In practice, you would probably say it works more like a flow chart, but regardless, it has been an immense help in organizing my day: chores are being completed more reliably, I’m spending time with the kids every morning — which has led to a significant improvement in their behaviour, by the way! — and I’m finding that some days I even have a spare hour in the afternoon to tackle some projects. I keep one printed copy of my schedule in the kitchen and one at my office desk, so if ever I need a reminder as to what to do next, my schedule is never far away!

#5. Never Call Yourself a Failure

Recognize that this is truly a work in progress. Like any other skill, good homemaking takes discipline and practice. You will have hard days and setbacks, and seasons when routines and schedules are lost (e.g. a difficult pregnancy, health problems, moving house, etc.). This is life, and one day the cloud will pass. You can start over again, and/or adjust your routine as needed. The important thing is to see improvement over the years.

May God bless you as you seek to be an excellent keeper of the home for His glory!



A Valediction Forbidding Mourning by John Donne

February 10th, 2014
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
   And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
   The breath goes now, and some say, No:


So let us melt, and make no noise,
   No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
‘Twere profanation of our joys
   To tell the laity our love.


Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears,
   Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
   Though greater far, is innocent.


Dull sublunary lovers’ love
   (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
   Those things which elemented it.


But we by a love so much refined,
   That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
   Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.


Our two souls therefore, which are one,
   Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
   Like gold to airy thinness beat.


If they be two, they are two so
   As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
   To move, but doth, if the other do.


And though it in the center sit,
   Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
   And grows erect, as that comes home.


Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
   Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
   And makes me end where I begun.

Making the Most of the Little Things

February 3rd, 2014

by Kristin

Sometimes I find myself wondering whether I’m doing the right thing.

When you are a mother with multiple young children, you don’t have a lot of free time. Your days are taken up with the essentials — clean ’em, clothe ’em, feed ’em — and all the other myriad tasks that naturally fall to you as a homemaker. You are caught up in a monotonous repetition of little chores — dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc. — and are at the beck and call of little people who seem to need your attention every 2 minutes and 47 seconds…at least, some mornings it seems that way.

You ask yourself every once in a while: Shouldn’t I be doing something bigger and more important? Volunteer opportunities come up, and you are eager to jump on board and help, but your husband reminds you that you don’t have the time. So with a sigh, you settle back in your chair and think of the basket of laundry that needs to be sorted and the dishes piled in the sink.

It’s easy to forget what lies in the little things. It’s easy to forget just how important the little things are.

Think of that sinkful of dishes: There are dirty bowls and plates, dirty cutlery and cups, dirty pots and pans. This big job has to be broken down into several little tasks: clean this plate, then that plate, and then the next one; this cup, that cup, and each piece of cutlery; this pot, that pan, and so on. Each of those little, individual tasks adds up until — voila! — you can step back and survey with satisfaction the stacks of clean, shiny dishes in the cupboards and drawers.

Life is made up of the little things. Little tasks adding up into big accomplishments. Little moments adding up into years. Little decisions steering life’s course.

Oftentimes when we look back on our lives as a whole, it’s the accumulation of the little things which largely determines whether we view our life experience as mostly positive or negative: a smile, a hug, a small word of praise, a fun game, a good laugh, versus a scowl, a critical remark, a slammed door, and a promise unkept.

So what does that mean for me as a mother, wife, and homemaker? Simply this: That by doing my best in the little things, I am laying the foundations for life. A little sweep here, a little scrub there, a picture frame hung on the wall — I am creating a home and a haven. A smile here, a hug there, and time together — I am nurturing the souls of my family and endowing a treasure chest of memories to share and enjoy for a lifetime. A Bible story here, a prayer there, and grace extended — I am planting the seeds to grow a faith which will move mountains.

Making the most of the little things is no easy task. Such an undertaking requires, among other things, cheerfulness, patience, graciousness, willingness, diligence, wisdom, self-control, a servant heart, faithfulness, understanding, humility, and unconditional love.

Making the most of the little things means choosing patience over frustration, hope over despair, forgiveness over resentment, hard work over laziness, humility over pride, and selflessness over selfishness. Consistently. Faithfully. Minute by minute. Day in and day out.

Let us not despise the little things. God grant us wisdom to recognize the eternal value of our work as mothers, and give us grace and strength to meet our calling.


Television, The Great Life-Waster

January 26th, 2014

An admonition for all of us from John Piper’s Don’t Waste Your Life (2003):

Oh, how many lives are wasted by people who believe that the Christian life means simply avoiding badness and providing for the family. So there is no adultery, no stealing, no killing, no embezzlement, no fraud — just lots of hard work during the day, and lots of TV and PG-13 videos in the evening (during quality family time), and lots of fun stuff on the weekend — woven around church (mostly). This is life for millions of people. Wasted life. We were created for more, far more.

Television is one of the greatest life-wasters of the modern age. And, of course, the Internet is running to catch up, and may have caught up. You can be more selective on the Internet, but you can also select worse things with only the Judge of the universe watching. TV still reigns as the great life-waster. The main problem with TV is not how much smut is available, though that is a problem. Just the ads are enough to sow fertile seeds of greed and lust, no matter what program you’re watching. The greater problem is banality. A mind fed daily on TV diminishes. Your mind was made to know and love God. Its facility for this great calling is ruined by excessive TV. The content is so trivial and so shallow that the capacity of the mind to think worthy thoughts withers, and the capacity of the heart to feel emotions shrivels….

We have lost our ability to see and savour the complexities of truth and the depths of simplicity. Douglas Groothuis explains the connection between this weakness and television: The triumph of the televised image over the word contributes to the depthlessness of postmodern sensibilities….One cannot muse over a television program the way one ponders a character in William Shakespeare or C.S. Lewis, or a Blaise Pascal parable, or a line from a T.S. Eliot poem, such as ‘But our lot crawls between dry ribs / to keep its metaphysics warm.’ No one on television could utter such a line seriously. It would be “bad television” — too abstract, too poetic, too deep, just not entertaining….[Not only that] but the images appear and disappear and reappear without a proper rational context. An attempt at a sobering news story about slavery in Sudan is followed by a lively advertisement for Disneyland, followed by an appeal to purchase panty hose that will make any woman irresistible, etc., ad nauseum.

Therefore the man who stands before God with his well-kept avoidance ethic and his protest that he did not spend too much time at the office but came home and watched TV with his family will probably not escape the indictment that he wasted his life. Jesus rebuked his disciples with words that easily apply to this man: “Even sinners work hard, avoid gross sin, watch TV at night, and do fun stuff on the weekend. What more are you doing than others?” (see Luke 6:32-34; Matthew 5:47).

Unexpected Challenges

January 15th, 2014

by Kristin

I never knew when I first had children just how much they would challenge my skill and wit as a philosopher.

Patrick especially seems to be gifted in testing the limits.

At the breakfast table….

Me: “I need to go shopping today.”

Patrick:  “Can me and Patrick go with you?”

Me: ? ? ? ?


Another day in the boys’ bedroom…

Patrick: “I want the nightlight on.”

Ryan: “But it’s daytime.”

Patrick: “No, it’s nighttime.”

Ryan: “No, look out the window.” *Holds up Patrick to window* “See? The sun is shining. It’s daytime.”

Patrick: “No, it’s not. It’s nighttime.”

*Long pause*

Patrick: *With a laugh* “Oh, it’s daytime.”


And today, Justin posed this question at breakfast…

Justin: “Mommy, can I have hemlock milk on my granola?”

Me: *amused smile* “It’s called hemp milk. Hemlock milk would be poison.”

Justin: “Oh, okay. Can I have hemplock milk?”

Keep trying, Socrates.


Christmas Newsletter 2013

December 5th, 2013

by Kristin

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! We hope this newsletter finds you all well.

What a wonderful year this has been for us! We are so very blessed, and give thanks to God continually for His mercy toward us, both in saving us in the midst of our sin and rebellion and for granting us such abundance when we are in no way deserving.

In January and February we were enjoying the snow. The boys and Ryan had lots of opportunities to shovel off driveways together, both for ourselves and for our elderly neighbours. Ryan also did some little woodworking projects with the boys just for fun, such as building a birdhouse, some rough wooden boats and cars, and a jointed crocodile from scraps.

March saw us preparing for the new arrival. Ryan built a small bunkbed for the boys with some help for me, and I built a shelf for the baby’s room with some help from him. I also made some curtains and a crib skirt to add some finishing touches. Then the hunt was on for a bigger vehicle to move the growing family around. We settled on a 2008 Toyota Sienna with low mileage, and thus far have been blessed with its reliability and performance.

End of April, our precious little Oliver Truman Kidd made a surprise arrival. I developed a pregnancy-related liver condition which necessitated inducing labour two weeks before the due date. Praise be to God, the complication and the early introduction had no ill effects on Oliver, and my liver returned to normal levels quickly.

We spent May in wonder and awe over this tiny little person (and he was tiny! Born 5lbs 14oz!). Ryan was home for two weeks on paternity leave, and his mom and sister came and helped us for some time too.

June, July, and August saw us adjusting to life with three little ones, getting in some vacation time and weekends away with extended family, attending church picnics, playing at the neighbourhood park, and enjoying some family bike rides. Ryan once again went on some long distance rides this summer, biking to Haliburton and the Blue Mountains, and doing some 100+ km loops around Toronto.

We spent September and October trying to enjoy to the fullest what we knew to be the last warm days of the year, getting outside with the kids as much as we could, and trying to finish every last painting project we could think of. Don’t ask me how it happened, but I ended up urethaning three dining tables, and then staining and urethaning a 5′ x 6′ bookshelf. Needless to say, I was pretty tired of painting by the end of it!

We had wonderful Thanksgiving celebrations with both sides of the family, and had the opportunity to make and can lots of applesauce, thanks to the productive apple tree in our backyard. The boys and I dropped in on the local fire station for a visit, and were given a first class tour of the firetrucks. We also enjoyed a whole day at the Toronto Zoo with Justin and Patrick’s cousins from the Kidd family.

These last couple months we have been working on a variety of projects and have been making preparations for the winter and the coming year. Ryan did quite a bit of volunteer work this year for various kingdom ministries. The last couple of weeks he has been editing sermon audio files during his available evening hours. In addition to his numerous volunteer activities, Ryan still loves getting out on his bike, tinkering on industrial arts projects in his garage, and spending time with his boys. Ryan hired on Justin and Patrick again this summer as his assistants in his tandem bike business. They earned a few dollars for helping to remove packaging and fasten pedals and water bottle holders to the bicycle frames.

Justin turned four in March. In the summer we took the training wheels off his bike, and after a tempting bribe and about 15 minutes of practice — not joking! — he was riding like a champ – except it took a little longer to learn to use the brakes!  He is obsessed with Lego, and will often be found making spaceships and cars, or acting out a battle between his Lego men forces. He is an outgoing kid, and loves to play with cousins or other children at church. He adores little Oliver, and has told us that he wants more baby brothers to play with!

Patrick too loves his baby brother. Patrick turned three in September. He has a beautiful smile and the cutest giggle. Patrick is enamored with firetrucks, backhoes, and other construction equipment. He loves to spend one-on-one time with Daddy or Mommy, whether it be working with tools, doing household chores with me, sitting on Ryan’s knee watching backhoe videos on Youtube, or having a storybook read to him. For the past month or two, we have been reading through the Thornton Burgess bedtime book series, which is a real favourite of both the boys.

Oliver, our sweet little baby, is growing too fast for us. He is seven months old now, and is starting to crawl and get into things. He popped his first tooth at 4 1/2 months and now boasts four chompers. He has the most adorable squeal and is loads of fun to play with. He is a pretty happy and easygoing baby most of the time.

I have been pretty busy and happy too. Early in the year, I was busy preparing the baby’s room for Oliver’s arrival. More recently, I have been making a school room for our boys in the extra bedroom, complete with a child-sized table and stools. I have some Montessori and phonics materials, lots of timeless storybooks, and some great ideas in store for teaching them in the new year. As for other interests, I upgraded my camera this year after our point-and-shoot broke. I’ve been enjoying learning about the fundamentals of photography and experimenting with the camera settings to catch great photos. I’m also interested in learning more about canning and food preserving and trying some different recipes and techniques.

We pray God’s blessings upon each and every one of you this Christmas and for the New Year.

-The Kidds


Out And About In The Big Smoke

October 15th, 2013

Here are some pictures from the recent trips we made to our neighbourhood fire station and the city zoo.

And now for the animals:


Ah! The joy and freedom of homeschooling… 😀

A Baby’s Room on a Shoestring Budget (Pt. 2)

July 6th, 2013

by Kristin

In between working on the sewing projects for the baby’s room, Ryan and I made a wall shelf and a matching wooden railing for the change table dresser. We were able to use scraps of wood from the garage for both of these woodworking projects, so apart from our time, the cost of the poly-urethane, and a few hooks, nails, and screws, the shelf and railing were almost free.

Here are the pictures of the baby’s room:

The three matching frames over the baby’s bed I scrounged from a box of picture frames in our basement storage room. They were black, and I painted them a light blue with acrylic craft paint. The mobile’s ‘arches’ are off of a baby play gym my mother-in-law gave me, and I made the mobile’s clouds with cotton balls and the rainbows out of tissue paper and cardstock.

The crib and the dresser were given to us by neighbours, so all told, this baby’s room probably cost us only $100 – $200, but I’m very happy with how it turned out.

I love the bright colours in the room (yellow, blue, and green), and the throw blanket on the glider chair determined the theme (Noah’s Ark), which wonderfully ties together the rainbow-and-clouds mobile, the stuffed toy animals lining the wall shelf, and the safari animal change table pad.

I would like to add a pillow and make some art in keeping with the Noah’s Ark theme, but for now this is how the room will be. 🙂

[See “A Baby’s Room on a Shoestring Budget (Pt. 1)]

Women in 19th Century America: A Frenchman’s Perspective

July 5th, 2013

Excerpted from Alexis de Tocqueville’s Democracy in America, Vol. II, Part 3, Ch. 12.

[Emphasis mine]

…In no country has such constant care been taken as in America to trace two clearly distinct lines of action for the two sexes, and to make them keep pace one with the other, but in two pathways which are always different. American women never manage the outward concerns of the family, or conduct a business, or take a part in political life; nor are they, on the other hand, ever compelled to perform the rough labor of the fields, or to make any of those laborious exertions which demand the exertion of physical strength. No families are so poor as to form an exception to this rule. If on the one hand an American woman cannot escape from the quiet circle of domestic employments, on the other hand she is never forced to go beyond it. Hence it is that the women of America, who often exhibit a masculine strength of understanding and a manly energy, generally preserve great delicacy of personal appearance and always retain the manners of women, although they sometimes show that they have the hearts and minds of men.

Nor have the Americans ever supposed that one consequence of democratic principles is the subversion of marital power, of the confusion of the natural authorities in families. They hold that every association must have a head in order to accomplish its object, and that the natural head of the conjugal association is man. They do not therefore deny him the right of directing his partner; and they maintain, that in the smaller association of husband and wife, as well as in the great social community, the object of democracy is to regulate and legalize the powers which are necessary, not to subvert all power. This opinion is not peculiar to one sex, and contested by the other: I never observed that the women of America consider conjugal authority as a fortunate usurpation of their rights, nor that they thought themselves degraded by submitting to it. It appeared to me, on the contrary, that they attach a sort of pride to the voluntary surrender of their own will, and make it their boast to bend themselves to the yoke, not to shake it off. Such at least is the feeling expressed by the most virtuous of their sex; the others are silent; and in the United States it is not the practice for a guilty wife to clamor for the rights of women, whilst she is trampling on her holiest duties…

…It is true that the Americans rarely lavish upon women those eager attentions which are commonly paid them in Europe; but their conduct to women always implies that they suppose them to be virtuous and refined; and such is the respect entertained for the moral freedom of the sex, that in the presence of a woman the most guarded language is used, lest her ear should be offended by an expression. In America a young unmarried woman may, alone and without fear, undertake a long journey.

The legislators of the United States, who have mitigated almost all the penalties of criminal law, still make rape a capital offence, and no crime is visited with more inexorable severity by public opinion. This may be accounted for; as the Americans can conceive nothing more precious than a woman’s honor, and nothing which ought so much to be respected as her independence, they hold that no punishment is too severe for the man who deprives her of them against her will. In France, where the same offence is visited with far milder penalties, it is frequently difficult to get a verdict from a jury against the prisoner. Is this a consequence of contempt of decency or contempt of women? I cannot but believe that it is a contempt of one and of the other.

Thus the Americans do not think that man and woman have either the duty or the right to perform the same offices, but they show an equal regard for both their respective parts; and though their lot is different, they consider both of them as beings of equal value. They do not give to the courage of woman the same form or the same direction as to that of man; but they never doubt her courage: and if they hold that man and his partner ought not always to exercise their intellect and understanding in the same manner, they at least believe the understanding of the one to be as sound as that of the other, and her intellect to be as clear. Thus, then, whilst they have allowed the social inferiority of woman to subsist, they have done all they could to raise her morally and intellectually to the level of man; and in this respect they appear to me to have excellently understood the true principle of democratic improvement. As for myself, I do not hesitate to avow that, although the women of the United States are confined within the narrow circle of domestic life, and their situation is in some respects one of extreme dependence, I have nowhere seen woman occupying a loftier position; and if I were asked, now that I am drawing to the close of this work, in which I have spoken of so many important things done by the Americans, to what the singular prosperity and growing strength of that people ought mainly to be attributed, I should reply-to the superiority of their women.

Kristin’s Notes: May our society one day regain an understanding of the God-ordained roles of men and women, and demonstrate a similar respect for women, that we may build upon the successes of 19th century American society, and learn from its shortcomings.

A Baby’s Room on a Shoestring Budget (Pt. 1)

June 19th, 2013

by Kristin

For some inexplicable reason, I had a strong ‘nesting instinct’ during my pregnancy with Oliver. Perhaps it was because I was feeling more energetic this pregnancy than the last two, or perhaps it was because I had finally settled on a plan as to which room would be the baby’s room for the foreseeable long-term future. Whatever the case may be, I was eager to make more preparations for this little one than I had been able to for Justin and Patrick.

This is how the room looked before I started:

The boys were staying there, and yes, the room was cluttered. The closet didn’t have a door, and it was a real eyesore. Boxes of diapers piled up in corners because I didn’t have any other place to store them. And just previous to these pictures being taken, I had gotten rid of a not-so-attractive white change table which didn’t match any of the other furniture. I switched to using a change pad on top of a dresser, which is a real space saver in such a small room.

So that is what I started with, and this is what I did to prepare the room for Oliver:

First, we made a loft/bunk bed for Justin and moved the boys into another room, along with their furniture.

With the boys’ furniture out of the way, I got the basics in place: crib, dresser, and glider chair.

I really wanted to make a curtain to hide the clutter in the closet, so I went to Fabricland looking for a cute fabric suitable for a baby’s room. I was intending to purchase a safari animal print with little lions and monkeys and the like, and there was a good selection of such to be had, but I soon discovered it would cost me about $15 to $20 per meter on average! I quickly had the store employee usher me to the on-sale fabrics’ table. After picking through those rolls of fabric for some time, I finally settled on a dark green one which I thought would be decent enough for my project, bought five meters of it for $15 total, picked up some spools of thread and left.

Once home, however, the wheels of creativity began to turn. I realized that if I scaled down a little on the width of the closet curtain, I would have enough remaining fabric to make other items for the baby’s room. I then went through my fabric scraps and pulled out a light green bed skirt I had been given but which didn’t fit our bed. The two fabrics seemed complementary, and so I ran with it.

First I made the closet curtain as I intended using the fabric I had purchased. I then made a pleated crib skirt out of the bed skirt material, with recessed panels of the dark green fabric. The crib skirt would serve to hide the packages of diapers out of sight under the crib. Lastly, to add some frill to the window, I made a simple window valance out of the bed skirt material, with a trim of the dark green fabric.

[See “A Baby’s Room on a Shoestring Budget (Pt.2)]