Decorating your kid’s room is a unique experience that can be both fun and challenging. There’s a lot to consider—the child’s age, boy or girl, whether two or more children are sharing the room, hobbies, pets, safety issues etc. All that plus of course, you want it to look like the magical bedroom of your childhood dreams. Am I right?

After so many months of long days and late nights, I’d like to finally, and warmly, welcome you to the new and improved Tales from the Cusp. I hope you make yourself at home and get inspiration from what we endeavor to bring to the table in terms of cooking, making, art and life. Life in particular has been quite eventful this year.

Hi Guys! This feels so long overdue and I don’t know where to begin. But let me try. Last month, Tales from the Cusp marked its fourth birthday. Four unforgettable years of learning, sharing and creating. I really, deeply hope that you all had the same wonderful journey I’ve had so far, and I want to thank you for sticking around and supporting the blog all these years. Four or so years is usually the time, unfortunately, when many blogs put out a note telling readers, “This is our last post”. This is not one of those posts.

As a young girl, I had a constant daydream about myself as a mother. I feel like I was born with the desire to have children, and my expectations of that looming destiny never waned. I even knew what sort of mother I would be. All of it hinged on an image of myself, babe in arms, with every hair in place, feeling serene and content. This had a lot to do with my mother, Annabelle.

I don’t tell this story. It’s one of those things that you keep in the deep parts of your mind but never forget. I was at the hospital about to give birth to my son. It was day three and my amniotic fluid was running low, Jamon’s movements were starting to hurt. The contractions were moderate but I wasn’t dilating. I would end up having a C-section with my doctor doing two things—delivering my baby and removing a dermoid cyst that might have been there since I was born. But this story isn’t about me or my son.