Friday, June 29, 2007

Much Better


Elizabeth is doing much better, and they hope she can go home soon. Thanks for all the encouraging words!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Prayers


Please keep my niece Elizabeth in your prayers. She has meningitis.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Beach House Dreams











Ahhhh... Coastal Living, how you tease us.

Around the Casa

As with most small houses built in the 50's, our has an add on. I'm very grateful for the extra square footage, a den built onto the old patio area. It must have been constructed in the 70's, as every wall and the entire fireplace is brick. When we moved in it was painted a very sallow beige. My husband dubbed this his 'man cave' and I was more than happy to let him have it (since the flip side of the deal was that I got the rest of the house).






This is the original window above the sink. The old window has been framed out and built in with shelving. I keep most of my turquoise pottery/glassware here, although the space is quickly overflowing. As much as I squalk about the 'idiot box' (TV)... I do enjoy watching it while I work in the kitchen.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Horror of Horrors

This past weekend, we had a dinner at our house. I decided to fully set the table, and to my horror, I discovered we only have six dinner forks left. How this managed to escape my attention for the past six years is beyond me (mostly due to the fact that Matt and I indiscriminately grab salad and dinner forks).

When we got married, we registered for silver ware. In my haste, I registered for a set at Target, not realizing that once that was discontinued there was no replacing missing pieces. So here I am, six years later, with six sad little forks left to my name.

Before you cry too much for me, I have to confess that I do have Matt's grandmother's complete set of silver. But the thought of using it strikes fear in my heart. What if those get lost? Anyway, I have been searching Dillard's website for a suitable pattern to set my heart on. Once again, my tastes are all over the place. Here are the three I love:



Very fun contemporary: Larabee Dot (Kate Spade)



Classic style: 1800 (Reed & Barton)





An oldie but goody: Michelangelo (Oneida)


Kenneth Brown

Kenneth Brown hosts an HGTV show, ReDesign. Its not my favorite show in the world. Actually, I'm not really his target audience. I would be perfectly happy if HGTV played Country Style, Divine Design, and any Debbie Travis show back to back to back.

Today I stumbled on a new blog http://desiretoinspire.blogspot.com/ and these pictures. I had to share. I was so surprised to find that his beach retreat is decorated in such bold, fun colors. It really surprised me, b/c his work on his TV show is generally pretty safe, but I just love this place!













Oh Rose Marie


"I've been told I have an Irish temper, I know I have Scottish thrift, and, like the English, I love a good show." -Jeanette MacDonald

Ahhh... The Smell of Bleach in the Morning

My personality bends toward an OCD level, and it rears its ugly head on Sunday nights. I have a really big aversion to waking up on Monday morning (which never bodes well for my mood) and dashing around to get ready for work in a dirty house. So... my Sunday nights usually consist of bleach and a dust mop. But its worth it, this morning everything was so clean I managed a smile before 8:00. I know, I know. There must be therapy for this.




Paper Lanterns and Postcards

I love these... just two more things to collect (as my pocketbook heaves a great sigh of dread).

Why I Want A New Couch, Part I

She's killing it. Absolutely squishing it to death...













A Real Dinner

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but when my hubby and I eat at our breakfast room table... we can watch the TV in the den. The situation is two fold actually. Usually, after a long day at work, I'm pretty 'talked out' and enjoy munching without the chit chat. Matt, who has a long standing irritation with the sound of smacking and chewing, enjoys listening to the volume of the TV instead of our mutual chomping. It works out to the both of our likings, but in the back of my mind I always remember the nice, formal, Pottery Barn table and chairs that go un-used in the front of the house.

Therefore, every so often, we have people over for dinner to pacify my feelings of guilt at not using our formal table. This past Saturday was very fun. I actually set the table, and our friends Kyle and Ashley (and their little girl Brooklyn) came over for enchiladas and some rousing competition with Matt's new Wii (I was skeptical in the beginning, but it did turn out to be very fun). At the end of the night we walked down to the lake to watch the fireworks, where a large water beetle attempted to crawl up the inside of my pants legs. It was eventful to say the least.
Anyway... due to the rarity of my setting the table, I decided the night warranted being documented in some photos...



















Friday, June 22, 2007

Old Photo Junkie

I love old family photos. Last summer I made it my mission to scan as many as I could get my hands on, and in the process learned so much about my family tree. One day, in another house, I will have a long hallway, where I will proceed to fill the walls with black and white photos.



My grandfather kneeling. He was in the Army Air Corp in WWII.

My grandmother (facing the camera) and her sister on the beach.

My other grandfather. This photo was taken in NY before he was shipped out with the Navy.



My grandmother (woman at bottom) climbing a tree with her brothers.

My Greatest Weakness


Being an English major in college was fun. I wasn't like other students, complaining about their classes. I loved it, every last second (except for the gen eds.. nobody really liked those). One of the best aspects of college was all the books I got to buy. I never sold books back like my friends.. I couldn't stand to part with Virginia Woolf or Mr. Fitzgerald as easily as my roommate sold back her Chemistry books.

But now, several years later, I'm still hording books. I cant seem to stop, and they are spilling out all over the house. My office is full, the living room shelves are full, and please don't peek under the beds. I smell an intervention coming.

Mabel's New Frenemy




His name is Mr. Moo, he's a giant hit.

Not the Usual




I am the queen of indecision. Sometimes, I mull an idea over for months on end instead of just DOING something. I made a breakthrough this week.

I have been wanting bamboo blinds in my front living room for the past year. There were many hurdles in the way. First, I was afraid of making the room dark. I have mentioned before my great panic when it comes to all things not light and airy. Secondly, and most importantly, the main front window in my living room is 98 inches long. It was one of the features that I loved most when we first saw the house, one of those overly large picture windows that looks down on the street and lawn. But with such gorgeous sunlight comes the daunting task of dressing it.

This past week I made a quick soiree over the the local home goods store, and low and behold... I found a 97 inch long matchstick blind. Good enough. The only catch is that it was initially made for a porch... but who can tell. Not only did I manage to get it home (in my small sedan.. it was comical), but I also hung the blinds all by myself, using a drill! It was very liberating.

Now that its all said and done, I love them. It is so cozy at night, and during the day I can raise them up and expose the whole window. Its the best of both worlds... and it was under $50.00 for both windows (excuse the dark photos... it was quite late when I finally finished).

One Less Bell to Answer, One Less Egg to Fry


My life is filled to the brim with tight schedules, pending bills, less than dependable cars, and a constant yearning to just sit and stare. When we bought our house, our first home, I was so thrilled to carve out a guest room as 'mine.'


I write (with my fingers constantly crossed that someday my book will be discovered and I can call myself a 'writer'). When I claimed the guest room as my office, I scampered around town to find the perfect desk at a local flea market. I found one for under $100. It used to be used as a science lab table back in the 30's. I love it, even if it doesn't have storage and there are some definite gouges in the top, probably put there by a student frustrated by his Bunsen burner. The bookshelves don't match, one came from a shed in my aunt's back yard and the other was Matt's great grandfather's Barrister bookcase. I consciously chose not to 'decorate', I just filled it with bits and pieces of sentimental items and things that inspire me.

So this is my spot. This is where I sit and dream. This is where I don't have the net (gasp, I know, but I write more without it) and I turn off my cell phone. This is where great things become a little more possible...

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Coming Home

This is Mabel's face before Dad comes home...



And this is how she squiggles around with excitement after he comes home.