Because I have nothing brilliant to say.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
The first time someone invited me to their home after we moved here I was in such a funk that my conversation was bleak to say the least. This wonderfully hospitable woman invited me and my children into her home, fed us and tried desperately to have a nice conversation with me, but I was not capable of reciprocating. Here's some of the highlights;
Well, the time is drawing near. We have one week and four days until we head out to our new home. I've been thinking about the things I'll miss here in St. Louis. Most of them are the humans, but I'll miss other things like;
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I've made a promise to get a dog when we get settled into our new house. But, it seems to me we already have a dog. Levi, he's part canine. Look at him. He could be on a poster. This child knows how to break your heart with his eyes. He'll climb up on your lap and say, "snuggle-snuggle-snuggle". He'll lick milk off the floor. He already smells like a dirty dog. He's housebroken, kinda. Why do we need a dog?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Here's Ramone, my new neighbor. I snuck this picture of him when we were at the house for the inspection. I quickly lifted my camera to my hip, took aim and shot. I think it's a pretty dadgum good photo, if I must say so myself.
Monday, August 20, 2007
During the late 1950's and 60's St. Louis housing design took a turn, a bad turn, a left turn down a one way street into oncoming traffic, it crashed and exploded and left it's contents all over South County. Sure they were still using the signature bricks and planting beautiful trees and they even continued to install wood floors as a common feature in the homes. But, something bad happened on the way to the bathroom. I don't know if an influential interior designer fell asleep at her desk while drawing the lovely white bathroom and then spilled her can of Orange Crush over her drawings then woke with a start and fled to the meeting with her client and thus was born the PASTEL BATHROOM.
Oh Lord. They're everywhere in every shade. So far, I've lived with blue, salmon/mauve (later to be designated the 80's peach), golden rod (previously known as harvest gold) and blue again. These bathrooms all have the same common features; the floor tile, wall tile, toilette, sink and tub all match. They're all pink, blue, yellow, green. The bad part? They were built to out live multiple generations. I tell you the tubs are solid cast iron, the toilets are indestructible, the tile will not part from the floor or wall. It's there to stay. So, as you visit houses in the county you will see these bathrooms, they will start to grow on you, you will become partial to one of the pastel shades and wish you had the pink and not the yellow, you will wonder why people don't embrace the pastels now, you will mourn the loss of a toilette seat when you try to match your pastel with the new plastic colors that are always a shade or two off and then you'll resort to a wooden seat because it might look better.
Recently, we had lunch with some good friends in their county home. They got the pink bathroom. I went to use the restroom and was thinking fondly of the pink tile and how cute bright white towels set off the pinkness. I was giddy with the blush colored glow and was thinking about how fun these bathrooms are, but as I turned to flush, my eye caught a glimpse of something not pink. It was this sign;
Posted for all to see right there behind the pink toilette on the pink tile. I'm so glad they warned me, all that happy pink was clouding my thoughts and I was just about to dive in and swim a few laps.
Long live the pastel bathroom! Long live the manly man that lives with a pink bathroom and posts warnings for the rest of us.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
It's 5:00 in the morning and I'm sitting here wondering if anyone is going to come to our gar..er, I mean MOVING SALE!!! I have spent way more time and energy than I care to admit getting ready for it and all I have to show for it is a driveway full of cra...er, I mean amazing stuff that deserves a better home than the big-long-dark-brown tur....er I mean Baby Ruth.
Friday, August 17, 2007
It's so good to know that you all are smarter than me when it comes to identifying foliage. Except Rechelle, who obviously needs some help, poor girl.
So, yes, there is a 25 foot row of green and red asparagus that we will be enjoying next spring and I'm thrilled that I didn't have to plant it and then wait two years for a harvest. I had no idea it looked like that when it went to seed. Although, I plant the ornamental asparagus fern in my planters every year, I made no connection between the two. I still have a lot to learn.
If you look in the bottom left corner you can see the bits of fern from the asparagus. It lines the back edge of the garden.
I'll leave the berries for the birds this winter and in the spring I'll mow it to the ground.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Monday I was brutally attacked by a huge lethal spider. Or so I like to say. I didn't actually see the spider, but I felt it and it hurt. By Tuesday the area where I was bitten was purple and very, very sore and my face was sort of hot. Then Wednesday morning I woke up and was covered in a total body rash. That's when I googled spider bites and decided all my flesh was going to rot away if I didn't go to the doctor.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Seth found one of our chickens beside the coop yesterday, she was dead. I asked if she was attacked, he said that she was just laying there with her wings spread out a bit. I thought the poor thing might have died from heat exhaustion before she got to the water. Poor, poor chicken, whatever could have happened to her?
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Disclaimer: For the next month or year or however long it takes me to get over my anxiety about moving and packing and saying goodbye to people that I love and... oh, pardon me while I exhale my innards for the ninety fourth time today....gulp, hmmm tastes like chicken. Anyway, during this transition, I would like to apologize for my inability to type or speak or edit any of my posts. I realized my grammar in some of my previous posts were, well, uh, let's just say I won't be hired to write any articles for the New Yorker anytime soon and people might express concern that I homeschool my youngins.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Well, come on in, don't be shy.
This is the front door with clear and etched glass. The owners have painted a lot of things grey and maroon and all I can say is their grey and maroon will be my yellow and black. To the hinge side of the door is the spring loaded door bell....precious. Check out the divided light storm door.
As you enter the house to the left is the den. You enter through french doors. They had built in cabinetry designed to fit around the window, which is really great, but not really my color, but I can deal with it.
The french doors that enter the parlor.
The dining room. This is my Mom's future project. She said, "April, that wallpaper is not you at all" and I totally agree and therefore she gets to help tear it down. The small room you see in the back is a tiny office with a pocket door.
This is the pantry, with window and pocket door off the kitchen....I think I might utilize it more as a mud room, coat and backpack storage spot.
The upstairs bathroom...ahhhh, white cabinets....finally. These are keepers, but again with the wallpaper, buh-bye.
I love that some of you readers critique the period detailing. I know those cabinets aren't keeping with the period of the home and we will have to remedy that someday. Yes, I'm a tad bit disappointed that the cabinets, especially in the kitchen, weren't white, but sigh, it's the nicest kitchen I've ever owned, so I won't complain too much.
Remember when I told you all about my childhood friend, Carmen? When we move back to Kansas she will be a hop, skip and jump away from me and I'm hoping we will see each other more often than every other summer, like we do now. I was talking to her a few days ago because I wasn't able to hook up with her when I was visiting Rechelle (who will be 45 minutes away, for those of you who have asked).
If it's a million miles away or just a mile up the road
Take it in, take it with you when you go
Who says you can't go home
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Let's go upstairs. The staircase is on the South wall in the center of the house, strangely the house doesn't have a center hall, but that allows for more living area, so okay.
At the top of the stairs it turns and splits into two sets of steps, one goes to the hallway and one goes into the small bedroom. Please, make fun of that ridiculous expression on Clay's face. I think we were both walking through the house in a state of utter amazement. We were trying so hard to act nonchalant and I don't think we pulled it off at all.
The split stairs at the top.
The house has four bedrooms, or should I say 3 and one half? One bedroom was split in half to add a bathroom upstairs when they brought plumbing into the house. The small bedroom will will fit a twin bed and a dresser, no closet, but hey...I think we'll manage, my son really doesn't need much and he's very excited to have his own room.
These are the door knobs on all the doors. I think it's stamped brass, I could be wrong.
All the bedrooms have two windows. That is something I've dreamed of having for a long, long time.
Let's start the farmhouse tour in the kitchen. The heart of the home, the place I'll live life and drink coffee. The kitchen was renovated in 2001, which is a great relief to me, I'll have modern conveniences. The owners did a fabulous job, but someday I'm going to need to replace the back splash tile and tear off the wallpaper, it's a bit too modern for me. This is the little work sink, it sits on the far wall of the kitchen.
On the opposite side is the big sink, you can look through to the dining room while rinsing the dishes off to put in the dishwasher.
The entrance to the dining room is to the left. The basement and side exit door is to the left...look at the Jayhawk.
Back to the work sink area, check out the ceiling, you can see the where the stairs cut through the very corner of the kitchen.
I'm missing a photo of the bar and cook top area. These pictures make it look much bigger than it actually is, remember it's a 130 year old house and they didn't change the floor plan when they renovated. They did use every available spot to place the cabinets and counters and I was so impressed with the details. But, that tile....it's gotta go.
Oh, nope it has that too. This wil be the future chicken coop, uh, minus all the stuff and the little red truck.
Nancyb- yes, the firm you listed was correct, but I had to delete your comment for the privacy of that firm. They haven't met me, yet, and they have no idea, poor souls, what they're in for when I come to town. I insisted to Clay that I sit in on the last meeting with them, but he didn't think they were quite ready to grasp the awesome powers that I posses. However, I kept asking, "They know I'm coming, right? Do they know I want to be taken out to lunch? I have a list of my requests and they'll need to get busy finding the chauffeur to take the children to their activities. What about my massage therapy, they'll cover that right?" I don't think I'm being unreasonable.