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Help Me Pull the Trigger

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

On a dining room lighting choice.

So, this is going to be a decorating post. I know. Very out of character. Bear with me. . .

My tastes veer toward antique, junk, found objects, metal, rust, peeling paint. This fit in pretty fine when Todd and I were in our first house in EAV.
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I loved that house.

Then we got knocked up and had to move to a bigger house.
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Furniture still worked. Schools didn’t.

And now we are in a great school, but in something i never thought i would own. A split-level. And my furniture? It still works, but I am finding that I need to mix it with more modern elements to keep it from looking incongruous with its surroundings.

So, I am getting a new piece of furniture, an old pie safe, from my in-laws. It is beautiful, and I will post a photo when it moves in, and give the whole scoop on its history. (I know. You are just riveted now, aren’t you?) It will go in the dining room. My dining room, with its farm table, beat up junk store chairs, and weird Pop objects: old iron, churn, huge antique crocks. Old photos on the walls.

I decided I wanted to repaint the den and dining room, to brighten the area. I love the color that we picked, but it is turning out to be too dark in those rooms (the den and dining area are connected). The dining room only has one window. I figured while I repainted, I would also use that as an excuse to get rid of the dining room light. It is the exact same fixture my grandparents had in THEIR house in Warner Robins. Need I say more? That bitch needs to go.

I started looking at fixtures. Realized the more traditional fixtures were going to make my dining room look like a Cracker Barrel. Decided what I really wanted was something more funky. Lighter, airier, brighter, less heavy.

This is new for me. I found myself looking at fixtures I would never have looked at before. I got Todd on board. We are in agreement. And now I’ve narrowed them down to a few I like.

I always have trouble pulling the trigger on decisions like this, though. I have a favorite. Todd has a favorite.

Which is your favorite?
Update: Added photos of dining room and adjoining living room.

The Chase

Thursday, July 8th, 2010



The Chase

Originally uploaded by DASHIELLREY

My brother-in-law took this when we were on Cape San Blas. The little guy is my nephew, Dash. Note how empty the beach is, and it was 4th of July weekend, but it is usually like that at CSB, so I don’t think it was really attributable to the oil spill.

Would be mighty cool if life felt like this all the time.

Covet

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

You know me. I don’t particularly like to shop. I buy from Value Village, or Target, or out of my grandparents’ closets. (I just had to create a new Category for this post, because i have never posted about clothing or fashion before!) But for some reason, i am totally coveting this boot. I am not sure why. Maybe it is that the suede reminds me of a suede jacket I had in middle school that I loved. Maybe it is the brass hardware detail.

I don’t know. I just want it. It is speaking to me, i swear.

Weird, huh? Also? I really like the word Covet. So romantic. To wish for earnestly.

Ready

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

He’s getting ready mentally.

It Was Totally Me

Monday, May 24th, 2010

First of all, why do i always start my period when I am going to the beach??? WHY?!

Secondly, the movie Whip It was fucking awesome and I want to make out with Drew Barrymore for producing awesome chick movies.

Thirdly, Yes. That was me. The one who tried to smush down the recycling in the blue recycling bin in the garage? By stepping on the pile? Then bouncing up and down, wearing flip flops? Whose flip flop then got caught, neighborhood kids looking on, as she pitched backwards to fall on her ass in the driveway, a cardboard 12-pack box still stuck on her foot?

Yeah. It was totally me.

A Song For Daddy, In New York

Monday, May 24th, 2010

Tiller asked me today, when we were laying on the bed reading after a day of waterlogging ourselves at the pool, “Mama? Where is Daddy? Is he lost?” He is out of town on business. So, we texted back and forth with Daddy for a while, and then she wanted to send him a song.

So, she sang this , on the fly, for me to record for him. First and only take.

This Kid’s Got Heart

Friday, April 30th, 2010

Lots of heart.

She just came up to me with this and said, “I made this for you, mama.”

Aw, HELLs Yeah!

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

Just received this in an email from what I thought was my children’s deadbeat Dad, on the lam in NYC.

Subject: Uh Oh
Message: Whaaaaat’s This????

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Pretty. Shiny.

I guess maybe he really was working. . . or else he was very. very. bad.

Cute Zombies and Scary Adorable Zoo Animals

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

You have to check out the stuff made by Third Half Studios. . . this stuff is awesome craftiness by my friend Lori. (And some other person whom I do not know at all, but who is obviously also awesome by association.) If you like their stuff, make sure to click on the graphic and become a fan on Facebook!

Tiller’s Latest Song

Tuesday, April 13th, 2010

Rollie likes to invent wind machines to scare people. Tiller likes to make up songs. I am not kidding when I say that my jaw often drops at the inventiveness of her lyrics. This latest song was performed on my patio yesterday afternoon. I missed the first few lines, but todd and I are getting better at catching her songs on the Voice Memo app on our iPhones.

To set the scene, she is standing on the brick wall beside our patio. Dash and I are sitting below, and she has her arms stretched out wide and is making eye contact with us as she belts these out, like she was some banshee Julie Andrews character. When she discusses that she is going to do something, she is referring to jumping off the wall and flying like a bird. The breathless part of it is her jumping off then climbing back up.

This all started when she told me that she had jumped off the wall earlier and she thinks she “might have flown up a little bit.”

These children, so very different, absolutely rock my world. Even Rollie, whom i overheard tell Todd as I was leaving for my run tonight, “I hope she doesn’t come home.” I mean, what an ass – I just finished cooking his dinner and then doing the dishes. And yet i love him anyway.

Yes, my feelings were hurt. Doesn’t happen often, but it happened.