Category: domestic bliss
-
Is it a cabin on Mt. Hood? Grandma's house? Nope! It's a sneak peek at my groovy new kitchen nook…I -heart- knotty pine.
-
The Dining Table Bowl, pushed aside to accommodate componants of the previously mentioned Granny Blanket in Need of Assembly. I swear I didn't do this on purpose. Mom, a few years ago: "I don't know how you do it, you're always co-ordinated." It's a gift.
-
Anyone who has a short-haired shedding dog knows my pain. Dog hair everywhere. Miss Ruby is blessed with both black and white fur; its presence on every surface is my curse. My trusty Hoover vacuum cleaner, purchased second-hand twelve years from the downtown Main Street vacuum shop in Fond du Lac, Wi for my very…
-
Now that I've invested considerably in a climate-appropriate and work-worthy wardrobe, there's just no excuse for rumpled piles, wire hangers and overloaded drawers. It's time to clean and organize the closet! It's time for Target! Hmm, seems like a non-life threatening prospect. However, close reading of the labels on my new pants-hangers (20 of them)…
-
There oughta be a law: The toity was not cooperating. After every plunger trick in the book, it was still a no go. It's an old building with questionable pipes, but one can't help feeling deeply, deeply ashamed to call the building manager with this particular problem. But as the water level neared precipice-spilling levels,…
-
Remember my Rowenta rave? That very night, while pressing my latest completed project with my new beloved iron…thwat pop!..It blew a fuse! What is it with Germans and power? After waiting in the darker dark for a few hours, the building manager finally returned home. Fuse-less. (My heavy-duty wonder had MELTED the fuse, a complete…
-
I had an encounter in Target yesterday (yes, I only seem to be able to go as far as Target on my days off, the weather here encourages nesting with an unstoppable force) that the marketing department of a certain German manufacturer would have loved to have overheard. My dear, beloved Rowenta had been lost–lifted…
-
I was up at 6am. Not to prepare treats and holiday surprises, but because the goddamn phone rang… Mom. Getting an earlier flight. Arriving at 1:30 instead of 4:30. Throwing out of whack my carefully drafted do-nothing-until-absolutely-necessary Cleaning The House for Company Plan. Crap. Keeping in mind the Theory of Good Enough (more on that…
-
Oh, the party dress. The Christmas, Birthday, New Year's dress. Every year I get one, some years it's a creative Target/Goodwill combo, other years I can splurge. But it is always the ultimate hunt, the magnificent challenge: How will I fit The Girls in the party dress? I found the dress in one day this…
girl at large 