NOW we have places to sit. NOW we have a place to shower. Most of my workmen buddies have moved off to other jobs.
We moved in six months ago and I left my heart at the old house. Just moved my body and bunches of stuff. I had no emotional connection to our new home at all. None. Nothing.
I sat down this morning to write this post when my daydream went something like this…
I took a deep breath then sought and found the eyes of my husband, Bruce.
“I can’t tell you how much it means to me…”
My words caught in my throat so, then, another breath, and a smile, and I continue.
“…that you know my heart needs a home to dwell within.”
My tears well up, of course, so I can’t see my notes. So I go on without.
“It means so much to me that you know, for you and for me, that we see that our home is a part of us.”
I look away from him for a moment to speak to you, my listeners.
“Our marriage travelled a rocky road for many years. Funny, though, that no matter what was spinning out of control, our home was always the hub for our family. We knew every blade of grass, every flower, every sound, every scratch and how it got there. Remember the time we watched the little tube in the mirror change to a circle to tell us that we’d have our first baby in about 7 months time?
It’s no wonder that my life centers around home … physically and emotionally and creatively even now. That reinforcement of a home base kept me there during the hardest times and brought me back during the best times.”
Where’s Bruce, looking for you… there you are …..
“And in so knowing, you understood how awful it felt for me to move on and sell 1785, having grown two entire adulthoods and two childhoods there. You saw the buckets of tears I cried. Even still you reaffirmed just about every day that we had to open that gate to take our mid-life’s next steps. You gently led and I understood, trusted and accepted.
Thank you, my husband, for giving me the canvas of this little house on the hill and for often stepping aside from your artist architecture self of a man to give me room to bloom even more.”
Reno Update: Sliding Door, Decisions and Living Room Shelves
What’s the best thing we did in our reno? This slider to replace the little kitchen windows! Someday there will be steps on the other side leading down to a useable outdoor space. YAY! That said, the folks who live down past our garage get a super good view of anything we may be up to in the kitchen. We need something to cover the door. This week I took lots of pictures of fabrics and brought home a few samples. Tuesday, I threw the swatches on the floor to have a look.
In the next photo, through the door on the left, you can see the oak cabinet that is next to the kitchen sliding door. Anything I hang in that window will need to connect visually and stylistically to what happens in the living/dining area.
Tuesday, we took delivery on the shelves that will fill the wall around the TV. The stain and finish is just right and I can’t wait to see them up and then to fill them up with more stuff from the boxes.
That wood’s been hanging out on our dining/work table all week and I just stacked them up today. I might want to work on a copper tile project or two later on.
So, to get back to the curtain project, anything I hang in the sliding door will need to connect visually and stylistically to what happens in the living/dining area. I’ve narrowed my choices down to two that will relax the golden, red and orange tones so prevalent in the main area.
Aaaaand…. I ordered some bright, mid-century themed fabric from HGTV and sewed the curtains but Bruce wasn’t crazy about them. I have to admit I wasn’t in love with them either. So I ordered some ready-made from WestElm that are a bit more neutral. And they’re all good.