False Spring

01/29/2012

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I love so many parts of the year, all of them in fact, for different reasons and different moods. They're always the most glorious when they are happening, no matter which they are, because of the sparkle in the air or the smell hovering around or because of a feeling that can't quite be explained. Still, I have some favorites, and the false spring at the end of January is one of them.

It was this time of the year, you see, when I was in the seventh grade, that I first read The Lord of the Rings. That was the experience that changed my life, the way I wanted to write, and taught me that the world of storytelling got even more rich, beyond the realms of the Blue and Brown Fairy Books.
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False spring is also when I feel a quickening and anticipation for the future. It's when my biggest nesting impulses come to the fore. Last year, there were so many other things that I needed to focus on, I buried those impulses.

This year, I'm embracing them and making changes throughout the house. So far, I've brought in two cowhide rugs, and I love them. Their organic shapes play off of the squareness of our house and slate tiles, softening the feel of the space. We also found a lovely dresser on Craigslist for $75 that fits perfectly in the space I had planned for it. I used Morgan's tutorial, as I do with all of my new/old pieces, to bring it back to its former glory. And I still have so many plans! There are so many exciting things to accomplish this year. This is just the beginning. Spring hasn't even started yet, after all, just its promise.
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Updating and Cleaning

06/13/2011

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Work continues at the Concord House. Bob the handyman has been diligently updating the 1960s house that had been sporting the same interior since it was built. The kitchen is waiting on new counter tops, and the carpet still needs to be pulled up in most of the house. We are starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. My Charles spent the whole weekend down there, striving to finish cleaning out the garage and the backyard. He probably won't finish it all, but after today, someone will stop by to pick up the rest and truck it away.
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It's been a pretty long journey. We've tried to stay positive, but we're ready to spend weekends together again, taking time off when we need it, working on the house when we need to do that.

Speaking of working on the house, I stayed home this weekend and bleached the bathroom and painted. I painted all the way through Tina Fey's "Bossypants" today and still need to do more. I opted to use a primer/paint combo that I had never tried, and three coats later, I'm not done. At least the bathroom is mildew free and is beginning to look brighter with its white paint. I've never had to paint quite so much in such a small space, and the fact that I'm not done (and need a new audiobook) is a bit frustrating. Thank goodness Tina Fey helped make the day fly by, but what should I listen to now?
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Books

05/30/2011

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Cicero said, "A room without books is like a body without a soul." It's a quote I've always responded to, as I don't feel comfortable in rooms without books. Reading as many design blogs and shelter mags as I do, I've noticed that there aren't as many rooms out there with books. They're not a large part of current design trends.

In fact, paper books aren't a current trend at all, as Amazon recently reported that Kindle book sales have surpassed hardcover and paperback books combined. Logically, I know that what matters is the creation itself, but emotionally, even spiritually, I need real books. I love the smell, the way they feel, my eye resting upon shelves of them as I hang out in my home.

I respond to the tactile realness of paper books. One of my first retail jobs was as a clerk in a bookstore. We used to get the stripped books that didn't sell. I gloried in the idea of all of that knowledge and creativity at my fingertips for free, but I never read them. The lack of the front cover threw off my enjoyment of the story itself. I love to run my fingers up and down the spine as I read, curling the cover of a paperback slightly or resting a hardcover on my knee. The story doesn't speak to me unless I hold a complete book, and like Cicero, I feel a room is a flat, dead thing without the souls of multiple books within it.
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