I’m a Square

May 27, 2013

From Janelle:

I’m a square.    Not that my personality is a square (although maybe some think so) but I love squares.  And circles.  And sometimes hourglass shapes but I’m not crazy about triangles or rectangles although our front door is covered with them.  My square fetish started years ago in our guest bath and that fixation continued when we remodeled our laundry room last year; Disney wallpaper embellished with sparkly four-sided figures with cubed wire shapes floating in glass boxes illuminating the space and the tetragon theme continued when we started the downstairs remodel with square recessed lights for a little added pizzazz.

I’ve never been a big recessed lighting fan but unless your ceiling is littered with chandeliers or hanging lights or have mercy, track lighting, they’re necessary.  Our A/V guy recommended “invisible speakers” since the ceiling is so cluttered and if we ever get the stereo system hooked up we’ve been assured that they will sound amazing.

After that I got a bit off course and hourglass/oblongs became the shapes of the moment resulting in a woman’s silhouette etched in marble on the fireplace and oblong chandeliers and perhaps in the couch fabric but I think I’ve changed my mind on that one.

The shape movement has looped back to circles.  The guest bath sink, toilet, cabinets, and doors are shaped as or embellished with one.  The stair railing will be a mesh of 4” OD (outside diameter) stainless rings and when it is in I will count each one.  I’m leaning towards a 70’s green circular patterned couch fabric and of course, the orange bubble tile is covered with circles.  Maybe I’m not a square after all.

From Lewis:

If I were going to pick your shape it would be curved in all the right spots so let it all out.

What is your shape and what is your favorite photo here?

Glittery Disney wallpaper

Glittery Disney wallpaper

Laundry room light

Laundry room light

Laundry room chandelier

Laundry room chandelier

Square recessed lights

Square recessed lights

Potential hourglass shape couch fabric but maybe too formal

Potential hourglass shape couch fabric but maybe too formal

Guest bath sink

Guest bath sink

Guest bath toilet

Guest bath toilet

orange bubble tile

orange bubble tile


All Washed Up

May 19, 2013

From Janelle:

Thursday was our last night of take out.  We have been ordering from three different pizza joints so that we don’t look like complete oinkers and while our rapport has been tight with each one the relationships we’ve forged with deliverers they had to end sometime.  The payment and delivery transaction is peppered with comments; “Things are really coming along”, “Wow, love that window” and my favorite, “The fireplace is beautiful, really different.  What are the materials?”

Our kitchen is semi-functioning, patiently waiting orders to kick into gear.  The sinks have been installed for some time, water is finally flowing, garbage disposals wrrr when air buttons are pressed, and the ovens and stove are crying for attention.  The microwave and oven functioned effortlessly on their debut performance yesterday when we partied here with friends after our 30 mile bicycle ride.  (Thanks Tracy for the Thanksgiving in a Bite!)  The dishwasher drawer in the bar has been loaded and is ready for a maiden voyage today and the kitchen dishwasher and refrigerator will be installed after the wood floors are laid if I can manage a decision, but that is a topic for another day.

Once upon a time I lived without a dishwasher and I was happy.  Frequent dinner parties meant piles of dishes done over a few days (there’s only so much room in the dish drainer and I see no reason to towel dry when air dry will do) and when Lewis moved in he cut a hole in my 1930’s kitchen cabinet and installed a machine.  Oh blissful days.

If it had been up to Lewis we would have eaten off paper plates and forks for a year with no utensils, glasses or dinnerware but I just can’t live that way and we’ve been washing dishes in the laundry sink.  I am so excited to run a load in the new dishwasher drawer I can hardly stand it.   Who knew such an ordinary task would bring such joy?

We start the South Beach Diet tomorrow to shed the ten pounds we have gained over the last year and the items we need to prepare meals with will be fetched from the attic today.  I wrote every item we packed on the outside of each box and finding the basics shouldn’t be that hard.

We could easily move the mini fridge downstairs so that cooking will be easy but Lewis is fighting me on that.  I am tired of battling over every practical decision like this one and since he will be doing most of the cooking, he can trek back and forth upstairs or to the garage to the refrigerators.

From Lewis:

My thought is not to move things in until it will be a permanent location. We have lived with the bare minimum and doing just fine that a few more weeks will not kill us.  I understand the anxiousness to move into the new white kitchen but the fact is we are not done.  The existing concrete slab that the house is built on is uneven so lots of grinding and more dust is on the way.  It will be another few weeks until it and the radiant heat flooring is in and of course Janelle has to make a decision on flooring. On a side note the floor contractor is dealing with prostate cancer, resulting in more delays.

From Janelle:

It is waaay more practical than leaving the mini fridge upstairs. We used everything that I didn’t pack away a year ago and there won’t be moving anything back upstairs.  We have taken to call the bathroom counter “the kitchen counter” and I am DONE DONE DONE preparing food in the bathroom.  Stick a fork in me, I am DONE!  (Ok, that last sentence was lame but I can’t help myself.)  Did I mention that I am done?



Do You Say Thank You?

May 5, 2013

Caitlin Kelly’s post on her blog “Broadside”  titled “Saying Thank you” made me realize that I have been very lazy about that lately.  I sent a note to my friend Margaret after she housed me for a night at her home in San Francisco but it was quickly written and sloppy and while I had intended to send a personally written card to everyone that has hosted us for dinner over the past kitchenless year I am ashamed to admit that I justified merely sending an email thanks with “everyone does it this way now” or “people will understand how busy I am”.  Not.

I lost a friend once because I didn’t send a thank you note.  Ok, so she wasn’t that great of a friend and I was close to a nervous breakdown due to my one hundred hour per week work schedule but still, I could have sent a card.

My eighteen year old niece asked me a couple months ago if I wanted a thank you note after I sent her an Amazon gift card.  “Of course!”  I never believed in gift cards or giving cash, that was forbidden in my house as a gift must be thoughtful and purposeful, but that practice has gone by the wayside as the nieces and nephews now prefer them.  In return I receive handwritten and misspelled cards that melt my heart.

Karen J. Charlton mused on “People who don’t send birthday cards” on one of my favorite blogs The Rhythm Method  whether it was acceptable to send birthday cards not even at all but late.  I am guilty on that count as well.

A few years ago shortly after my birthday someone commented that they couldn’t believe how many cards I had received, proudly displayed on my living room coffee table.  “Well, that’s because I send them” was my reply.  Duh.  Although if I ever sent one to the recipient on time they’d most likely fall over in shock at their mail box.

I don’t receive as many birthday cards as I used to but I haven’t sent as many either.  Thanks to The Rhythm Method and Broadside that’s going to change.  And if you invite us to dinner, I promise to send a card.

How do you justify bad behavior?


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