Monday, March 23, 2015


As P stood next to me while I scoped out a new purchase in front of my full length IKEA skinny mirror (always looking for ways to boost my self esteem), he asked me "Mom, mom, mom, why does that new shirt cover your bottom?" 

"Um, it's actually a dress, P."  

(Silence.)

"Why are you going to a wedding?"

Part of me acknowledges that it may be time for a fashion make-over. The other part of me now really wants to get invited to a wedding. 

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Renovation Midterm




This is how it all started.  The contents of our kitchen ended up in the dumpster after about 3 hours.  We had planned on donating the cabinets, but they fell apart during demo. Or that was the story anyway. 






In the meantime, we moved our kitchen upstairs to the current play room, which we will eventually turn into the boys shared room. And I remind Paddy and Teddy of this every time they spill crap on the floor. "I wonder if that place where you just spilled the hot dog juice is the exact spot where your pillow will be?"  The strategy has only proven mildly effective.  After all, it is sort of appealing to think of a big stash of cookie crumbs under their beds.



This in-between stage, when the "trades" (I'm not sure if that is just contractor lingo) did their work was the longest.  They had to move pipes, rearrange ducts, rough in electrical and...
 ...imagine new flooring.  After seeing the original sub-floors from 1950, I wondered whether that crew had been hitting their lunch hour Mad Men style and coming back to work hammered.  It did not inspire confidence.   Also, during this phase, our unfinished basement-turned-mudroom was just wrecked.  I would definitely advise anyone about to go through a flooring renovation in an older home to tarp the basement ceiling.

Last week, we hit a huge hiccup with the tile selection.  I chose the tile backsplash waaaaay back in April, but apparently the order was not placed.  When my contractor was about to place it last week, he freaked out at the outrageous price of the inlay that we are putting above the cooktop.  My plan was to do fairly plain marble subways and then put a little bling above the cooktop.  Have you heard of waterjet tile?  Neither had I before I began this process, but apparently it is quite pricey. As in, Cartier vs. Swatch.  So because tile is a process (pronounced like an Italian chef talking about pizza, "It za PRO-cess!!"), I had to high tail it to several other tile stores to find a suitable substitute.  I did, it is ordered and hopefully will arrive next week.  If not, Marco (the Italian pizza chef), will be getting to know my bad attitude.  

But, as of today, six weeks into the project, we have new wood floors (yet to be finished) and drywall.  The paint colors, somewhat controversial among the painters and my contractor, have been chosen.  Half of our appliances are anxiously awaiting installation in our back yard (please don't rain please don't rain please don't rain).  I am hitting a slight speed bump making decisions about the lighting options (and there are many, many options) as well as the furniture (bar stools anyone?).  I am also admittedly starting to appreciate the magnitude of the clean-up that awaits us (let's be honest, me) once the project is complete.  Dust upstairs, downstairs and in every crevice, the repair of all the walls and floors that were damaged with three kids and a dog using our upstairs entrance, and the painting that I've put off until the dust settles. 
  



Monday, April 28, 2014

Let the rumpus--um, I mean renovation-- begin!

Allow me to sum up the last year or so.  We sold our house.  We stored almost everything in multiple storage places (I make things complicated, just to keep Greg on his feet).  We rented an apartment for four months.  We bought a new house, not far from our old house. (Apparently, we love this neighborhood.)  We moved in two days after Christmas. 

Although we've been painting bedrooms (this song comes to mind), scheming furniture plans and getting to know the "garden" that is our backyard, we have bigger projects on the horizon.  That's right, this home provides us the opportunity to design a new kitchen customized to our taste.  "Why" you ask?  Here are a few pictures to show you what we are replacing (well, not Sully):


Notice the prison bathroom floor.  I'm sure that was a special order.


We know this kitchen was once loved dearly due to the amount of time it must have taken the previous owners to hand paint that stencil on the soffit.  You can't see it from this distance, but not only was it stenciled, but it was sponge stenciled.  Those previous owners had mad skillz!



Also, notice the mauve dining room, a nice nod to my favorite color from 1983.  Back then, my sister and I referred to it as "dusty rose" because she had a Clinique lipstick in that shade. 
 



Despite the stone inlay in a sand colored tile, we are not located near a beach.  We just hope the new floor will reflect the buttoned-up city in which we reside. You know where to send your suggestions.

The infamous former exterior window turned pass-thru.  During the four months that we have lived with this kitchen, we found this to be Paddy's favorite kitchen knife access point.  I won't be sorry to see it go.

I do feel a little foolishly brazen dissing this kitchen, especially on day one of demolition.  We spent many years in the tiny, old kitchen in our old house and after all the time I have spent with my shelter mags, I am ready for the show to begin!

Pinky swear that I'll keep you posted. 

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Cousin time











Spring break

This is how we roll on chilly spring break days. Botanical Gardens, sweatshirts at the beach, moonlit walks home. Hoping for warmer temps before we head home.









Saturday, October 20, 2012

Funny Girl

This is a page from a book Carly is making in 1st grade.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Baptism #3....done & done!

Our littlest man was baptized this past weekend ("finnnnnnaaaally!!!" say the grandparents). Highlights include a calm and happy baby, animated siblings and a dear friend nobly standing-in for godparents Auntie Michelle and Uncle Judd. Lowlights include a close run-in between Patrick and his flickering baptism candle and me being put on the spot to sing Alleluia a cappella. I could've sworn I had a better voice. Greg's laughter confirmed otherwise.

Congrats Patrick Charles. Now start behaving in church.