Archive for ‘house’

February 21, 2011

the dirty truth

a few posts ago i wrote about the picture-perfect homes featured in blogs i read – clutter-free, perfectly organized, decorated beautifully – and the inadequacy i feel when i look around my own home, even though i understand that the pretty blog homes are not always so spectacular in their natural state.  so, in protest of the presentation of feigned perfection, i am airing my dirty laundry…metaphorically speaking.  (fear not, i am not actually going to show you a picture of Laundry Mountain because no one needs to see my worn underpants and sweaty gym clothes.)

the most lived-in area of the home:  kitchen and family room

kitchen:  dishes in the sink.  piles of clutter. torrents of dust rolling across every surface. my kitchen is impossible to keep clean, and will never be photo-worthy in its natural state.

family room:  toys everywhere.  dust bunny revolution in full force.  kid on the couch watching “Yo Gabba Gabba,” still wearing pajamas at 2pm.

i’ll spare you the details of our bathrooms; toilets in need of scrubbing, spot-covered mirrors, tubs whose memories of their last deep-clean have long been forgotten.  and don’t get me started on laundry-related rants.  it’s a never-ending battle; trying to keep a clean home when there are two kiddos running around is an exercise in futility.  stay tuned…

July 11, 2009

we interrupt the regularly scheduled programming…

to bring you this beautiful little gem: my kitchen. still in progress, but already such a shiny special sparkly transformation.










for reference, this is the same kitchen….before.  shield your eyes, folks.  she was not pretty.  


April 14, 2009

guess who's back in the mutha-f'n house

um…  maybe.  i’ve been thinking about stuff, and thinking about writing, and writing in old school (pen and paper, y’all) journals.  trying to figure out how much of my life i want to share, and trying to figure out my life in general.  thus, the hiatus.  but i’m ready to get back in it.  we’ve got transformations galore taking place over here in the hizzy.  new basement! furniture relocating, impending decorating, the possibility of turning our office into my dedicated craft space (can i get a HELLS  YEAH!) after i convince my husband that i really need a craft room.  more later.  it’s insanely late.   they baby just started crying.  i took my ambien well over an hour ago.  i should be comatose by now. zzzzzzoooooonnnnkkk

February 3, 2009

bathroom renovation: step two

the cabinets are sanded and primed.  paint is going on tomorrow.  the granite man is picking up our slab for fabrication in the morning.   i’m off to find tile for the floors, lighting fixtures, faucets, cabinet hardware, door handles and hinges, and a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow to pay for it all.

January 31, 2009

bathroom renovation: step one

granite: bought

we are now the proud owners of a large slab of rock.  in searching for someone to turn this beauty into something usable i learned that the words for undermount, faucet, sink, and measurement are missing from my spanish vocabulary.  this normally wouldn’t be an issue in daily conversation, but when searching for someone to fabricate countertops on the cheap (“you pay cash. we have deal?”) this is somewhat of a stumbling block.

August 21, 2008

i love my house, but…

do you think it would have been too much to ask for silver OR gold in one house, but not both, and especially not both in the same room?  clearly the homebuilders were blind when they installed the gold toilet paper holder next to the silver towel bar across from the gold door handles beside the silver faucets.  if someone could please come over and replace all of the fixtures with brushed nickel ones, i’d really appreciate it.

July 17, 2008

the next design star

this is a living room:

this is a living room after being decorated by an eleven-month-old baby with a bucket of toys, a box of books, and the august 2008 pottery barn catalog:

July 15, 2008

where i live



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