Category: domestic bliss
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Viv is a world. She is a toddler. She has dollies and friends and likes and dislikes. She has opinions. She sings to herself. She sings to us. (We call it Toddler Opera). She is curious, she is cautious. She is simultaneously infuriating and fascinating. She is three years old. Me, at the end of…
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The trailer sold today. The new owners tow it away this weekend. It's going to a good home, just across the peninsula of Door County to folks who have a place to work on it and finish what we started. It's so close to being done, and yet so far—it still lacked hot water, a…
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"I'll be a grown up when I drink beer and then I'll get hair on my butt". "And wine too, both of them!" – Viv, age 2 1/2 Posted with Blogsy
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For more than fifteen years I have searched for the perfect dinnerware. The set I coveted, Rosenthal porcelain, was always out of budget. But I refused to get cheap stuff I didn’t love. There’s a story about an argument with Mom in a Walmart over a toaster in this history of waiting for what I…
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Don’t Discount Your House’s Exterior Statement… — Arts & Crafts Homes and the Revival Spring weather turns my attention to the outside of the house….which is a disaster. I want to paint it, remove the horrible aluminum trim and restore the old storms and screens. I’m itching to scrape the peeling doors, yank out the…
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Before: After: Little bits of progress…or, resignation. This kitchen cabinet, the only kitchen to speak of, is supposed to be ripped out some day. But, at our pace of Demo Quickly-Rebuild Never, I’ve forbidden it’s removal. So, in quiet acceptance of the fact that I have lived in this fixer for two years, and will…
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It only took six months…and 1 day and $33.18 but we finally got a mirror in the bathroom. I’ve been doing my face in a hand mirror hanging off the latch on the cabinet door. In our only bathroom. A bathroom with no threshold, no door trim, chunks of plaster on the floor and a…
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In the chaos, there is this. Posted with Blogsy
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I enjoy getting Viv gussied up to visit Nonna…no one appreciates the cute tights, nice jackets and Italian baby boots like a Sicilian seamstress and shoemaker’s daughter. Last Sunday, when we dropped CiCi off for an afternoon with her, Nonna was in her morning duds. When we picked CiCi up in the afternoon, there was…
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I was out of town most of today, Paulie kept busy: Me:"Did you enjoy your alone time today?" Paulie, gesturing down enthusiastically :"I did! Did you see my floors?!?!" Posted with Blogsy
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