Run, don't walk, to see this movie. Bliss, absolute movie bliss.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
This was my street almost three weeks ago.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I pass this house every morning on the way to work. An industrial business has encroached on it's back yard. The neighborhood is not great. Old curtains hang in tatters, the windows are always dark and cold.
But I just love this house. It's one of those things I think about each morning. Who lived there? What children skipped home from school to that house each afternoon? When was the last time someone lived there? Were they happy there? Which front window did they put the Christmas tree in?
Did they ever think their beloved home would end up this way? Run down, disregarded, empty.
Each day I drive by, hoping that someone will give it a second chance. I hope that someday I drive by and see pretty lace curtains hanging, flowers in the yard, a lamp lit in an upstairs window. I love that old house.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
On the trip to NY, I was lucky enough to get to go inside St. Paul's Chapel. It was built in 1766 and stands across from what was the World Trade Center. It's a tremendous church, unlike any I've ever been in; complete with George Washington's pew.
But somehow, of course, I was too busy looking up. The ceiling, the colors, everything was so dreamy and beautiful. I felt very begrudgingly about my own church, with it's industrial carpet and folding chairs. There was something about the beauty of St. Paul's, everyone walked around in whispers. I stumbled several times gazing up at the beautiful stained glass and chandeliers.
So on this Friday, I wanted to share it with you. Here's wishing you a little sparkle in your weekend; may the Lord bless you and keep you safe.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Of course I couldn't stop with just one room. I snapped some shots of this one too. Here lately I find I'm just in love with grey and white rooms. It all started when we painted our kitchen a very pale grey, now sometimes I wish I'd painted the other rooms the same color.
And we all know how fabulous white painted furniture is. But then again, these white slipcovers would last all of five minutes in my house. I always crack up when people talk about how easy they are. All I'm saying is; you cant bleach out dog barf. Several duvet covers have died along the way from such a death, I cant possibly imagine how a white slipcover could do any better.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
It's done. After three years, countless tears, an unhealthy amount of coffee, five revisions, one complete gut job, and hundreds of hours spent at the computer (music playing, oblivious to the world around me); I finished a book. It's done, for better or worse.
I seriously debated publicly announcing this kind of thing. Mostly because a year from now, when people read this and ask, I might have to say, "Yeah, after 58 rejections I had to call it quits." I've actually been pretty secretive about it, not wanting to be one of those people who talk about their 'book' while sipping drinks and looking self important. Who are they kidding? Barf. But then again, sharing it with others makes me accountable. It makes me more motivated to act on it.
And the truth is, I enjoyed myself more than ever before. Writing this thing made me realize what's important, what really makes life fun. Even if it never makes it to print (which is a long shot to say the very least), it was worth every minute, every month, every year. I think it's safe to say we all have something, some hobby, that we secretively live for. For some truly lucky and talented people, they find a way to make their living doing the thing they love. I think that's pretty much a universal dream.
But, if I never see a dime in return, I'll keep on writing, just like my friends in blogland will do the same; keep writing, decorating, crafting, cooking. Mostly, I'm just thankful to remember what it feels like to be driven, to feel an overwhelming sense of urgency doing something that makes me feel alive. I know you all feel the same way about your passions.
And now for the actual hard part. Rejections. Wish me luck and some tough skin.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Not since college have I been this insanely busy. I'm swamped, but it's a good, adrenaline pumping, exciting sort of swamped. Thanks for bending your ears to my previous rants about wanting to write more... b/c I think I got my wish. The past few weeks have been one big blur, a blur of inspiration and working. I go to work, come home, eat, and start writing. I even woke up with good ideas at 3:30 in the morning, hauling myself out of bed, making coffee and starting the day very early.
Who knows if this sudden spurt of inspiration will amount to anything spectacular. But I do know that I'm much happier this way, dark eye circles and all. So why am I telling you this? Well, it would seem in light of my recent and seemingly all consuming project I'll probably be slacking on my daily posts. I hope you'll all understand, because I know how much I look forward and count on reading your blog posts.
Bare with me, I'll return soon. Who knows, maybe if I work up enough courage I'll give you a peek at what I'm doing. We shall see. Until then wish me luck, and some more sleep!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sorry for the delay in posting! We had a late winter snow storm (shocker) and I've had a lot of extra projects pile up at work. But I'm back.
There are no words to describe this past week. The city is huge and dwarfing. Its sidewalks move quickly and crowds pack closely around you. The air has a heavy aroma, a smell that can’t be described; something like hot dogs and spice and subways. The buildings are giants, the parks are beautiful, the experience unforgettable. It makes you feel brave and full of adventure. The bustle and the vast overwhelming nature of it makes everyone, even if for only for a second, wish they lived in that giant city.
I loved the sights, the tourist attractions. I got into trouble for taking a picture in Tiffany’s (one of the perks of being a tourist is easily faked ignorance). We bartered for purses in the back rooms of Chinatown. We ate wonderful, fabulous Italian food in Little Italy while the waiters smiled and said “bella” in our direction when passing (Italian men do SO much for a girl’s self esteem). Rebecca hailed a cab and we all nearly blew away on top of the Empire State Building. We visited Times Square, 5th Avenue, Broadway, Ground Zero, Battery Park. We even made a sashay into Sleepy Hollow for a day. But what I loved the most was the girl time.
My sister and I planned this trip together, a trip to visit our very gracious cousin. We don’t see her very often, in fact it’s been years. There is something magical that happens to female family members get together; somehow you just pick up wherever you last left off. We laughed, we joked, we slathered ourselves with antibacterial soap in a pack-like sync that only comes with genetically inherited phobias. Rebecca and I got the chance to meet her son, one of the happiest, chattiest little boys I’ve ever been around. He was pure sunshine.
I was sure that once I returned to ‘real life’ I would be sad. Once I eyed my dirty house and piles of laundry, once I sat at my desk for work again, that I would be wistful and longing for the fun to continue. But, it was the perfect vacation. I’m rested (even though we probably tracked miles upon miles each day in the city) and rejuvenated. My mind feels very satisfied. After spending so many moments, so many months longing to do something exciting, I finally got the chance.
Thank you Chandra for the marvelous time. Thank you for all the walking you did, the money you spent, the time you gave us. Thank you for letting us stay in your beautiful home with a guest bath full of marvelous hotel size shampoo bottles! We loved it more than we can express. And hopefully, we’ll see you and your precious family again soon.