day 8 // a glinda for glinda.
The joke has always been that I’m Glinda because I magically appear in Kansas all the time. As if there aren’t planes, trains and automobiles involved. I would just POOF! show up a brother’s football game or an Easter sunday. So when we started planning this house, we needed something to call her because “the house in Kansas” just didn’t have a ring to it. Now, Glinda is a house. A refuge. A symbol of the goodness in coming home. And there are a few Wizard of Oz inspired details that are in the works to give a touch of meaning to why we’re here & who we are.
Speaking of who we are, my husband’s daughter (yes, that is technically step-daughter, but that makes me sound old and mean. so, my husband’s daughter…) Sydney is one of the most sought after rising artists in Nashville right now. And she made my crazy idea of hanging a nine foot princess in a house that will house a LOT of hunters look natural and genius.
Long after my kids' enamor with Oz wears off, I hope she looks after one of my granddaughters in a nursery someday. But for now she is the first face my kiddos see when they run down the stairs in Kansas. Day 1 and Fordy already walks by saying “Good morning Glinda!” For me, she a symbol of the goodness of coming home and a daily reminder that there is magic in a place called Kansas.