multi-hyphenated-me

the hyphens that define my life

Double Feature Advent-ageous Post 2 of 2 December 9, 2013

After dancing all Saturday night, I woke Sunday morning hurting.  Not from a hangover, from exhaustion.  My weekend of fun and adventure caught up with me.     The real bite was that I forgot to close the blackout curtains in my hotel room and the sun woke me up at 6:45 AM.  I realized at dawn that though I’m capable of keeping up with my nineteen year old daughter-date, I have no business keeping up with her, newsflash. Once I’m up, I’m up, so I packed my things and headed to Starbucks where I did what comes naturally, write a blog post while drinking my coffee.

My friends had scheduled a friendly soccer scrimmage so my son could play with his old team.  I hadn’t checked on him all weekend.  When I left him Friday, I told him to text me a couple of times so I’d know he was ok.  He didn’t.  I didn’t text him, or my friend he was with, either.  We clearly needed our space.

The soccer game was terrific, my son’s knee is healed and he rallied to keep up with his old teammates.  The sidelines are always a good time hanging out with my soccer mom friends.  Commenting on the game, teasing one another and just catching up keeps us very busy.  We were thrilled when a street vendor rolled his cart onto our side of the field to sell Mexican Street Corn. Have you had this?  It will most likely kill you but it is incredible.  This corn was steamed (for the record, next time, I prefer my street corn roasted), slathered in mayonnaise, covered in cojita cheese, rolled in liquid margarine and topped with ground chili powder. We opted out of the chili powder this once.  My friend doesn’t do spice and I had a long day ahead of me that I didn’t need  sabotaged by digestive disaster (see what I am willing to share, like I said, I’m a giver).  Mayo and liquid margarine though are fine.  Logic and common sense, that’s what my friend and I share, in case you’re wondering.

I make Mexican Street Corn at home slightly different as I’m not Mexican nor a street vendor but I am a foodie. First, I roast the corn on the grill which is my favorite way to eat corn on the cob.  My mayo isn’t straight for the jar.  I do use mayo from the jar and add chili powder and lime juice.  This trifecta combination is fantastic. Cojita cheese can be tricky to find sometimes.  Cojita is best, but in a pinch, use grated parmesan and chow down.

I’m pretty certain we missed the entire second half of the soccer game as I have no recollection of the game other than one goal.  All about the street corn!

After lunch, we said our goodbyes which are never easy.  Since our son has struggled with our move, we were concerned that he would be worse off by visiting than by not visiting at all.  We had been talking about our departure prior to leaving than about the trip itself.  Then we left.

At the airport our son was melancholy but not the train wreck I envisioned.  All was well, except our plane was late and we didn’t get home until 11:30 PM.  Though  a long and busy weekend, there is not one thing I would change.

Getting people together is what the holidays is about.  Anvent-ageous Day 8 is gratitude for the incredible, talented, giving, and loving people in our lives.  We are blessed for each and every person in our lives.

 

Double Feature Advent-ageous Post 1 of 2

This past Saturday morning and afternoon were action-packed with friend and family events with my company holiday party Saturday night.

A much needed, appreciated and fun breakfast with my BFF in Seal Beach.  Two hours flew by quickly and though we covered a lot of ground, there was still so much left to say.  I can’t wait to see her, and hopefully her family too, again soon.

After meeting up with my daughter after breakfast, we travelled to the South Bay for my niece’s 4th birthday party. My daughter had her little cousin laughing hysterically by trying to balance a balloon on their noses and heads.  I could not get enough hugs and kisses from that sweet baby girl.  She was very clear that she was not thrilled that her boy cousins did not make the trip. A couple of hours was never enough time, never is so Skype will have to suffice another day soon.

Back to Orange County to get into our 1920’s Gatsby mode.  My daughter’s waist length blond hair was a big issue.  Over Thanksgiving, we practiced underpinning her hair into a short bob.  Her hair took over an hour to put up. She looked fantastic, don’t you think?

jessica 1920

Ever so thankful for my short hair, I added lots of gel and slicked my hair down and back for a sleek look.  My dress is another story all together. My plan was to make my dress, using my Grandmother’s 1928 wedding dress as my design inspiration.  On Wednesday before the event, I was making a final fix to the dress and managed to rip the front of the dress, completely unrepairable.  I stomped, screamed and swore, then packed up and put away my sewing stuff and headed out to the mall.  In no time I was able to find a fantastic beaded dress and I was ready to Charleston the night away.

I know I mentioned that my company has the best holiday parties in previous post.  My nineteen year old daughter will confirm, these parties are awesome.  The winning combination is simply, great food, open bar and incredible people.  I am one of the fortunate few in the company that know almost everyone.  The benefit of being a recruiter.  I was recognized during the party, along with others, for my 10 year contribution to the company with over 400 recruits.  Yeah me, yeah us!  Again, if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times, I have the best job.

There was a consistent theme between my friends on Friday night and my company party on Saturday night.  One friend Friday said I narrate my life.  My company posted on my 10 year  recognition slide Saturday night that you always know what I’m thinking.   Fascinating.  Here’s why:  I only narrate what I’m willing to share.  Please know that there is more behind-the-scenes action, possibly waiting to be told another day, or kept for myself to enjoy.  At work, I’d like to say they ask my opinion, but they don’t always, and I do let them know my unsolicited thoughts.  The good, the bad, the ugly, I throw it down.  My audience is typically members of the Board of Directors, someone has to be their voice of reason, their guiding light.  I don’t charge extra for my opinion, I happily volunteer.  I’m a giver.  Similar to my friend’s comment, my employers shouldn’t fret over my opinion that I willingly share, it is what I’m not saying that should concern them.  Both, my friend and company comments relate to self-preservation.  And, I like to keep you guessing.

Like Santa Claus.  Advant-ageous Day 7 is a nod to the mysterious and illusive man himself, Old Saint Nick.  Ok, maybe I’m not mysterious or illusive, but we both make Christmas magic happen and keep everyone on their toes.

On Friday night, one of my friends made a comment that I narrate my life.

On Saturday, at my holiday party, I was

 

Advent-ageous Day 6 December 8, 2013

Filed under: Life — multihyphenatedme @ 9:40 am
Tags: , , , ,

After four very short hours of sleep Thursday night (my own fault for over booking and procrastination packing), my twelve-year-old son and I boarded Delta airlines direct flight from Spokane to LAX.  Before I begin my story, this is my new favorite flight.  Yes, even with flying into LAX.  Fast, direct, and reasonably priced, I will take this flight any day.  Flying into LAX is typically not my favorite due to crowds, chaos and traffic.  Friday morning was a breeze, from gate to rental car bus, less than 15 minutes passed and what was dreaded turned out to pleasant and easy.

My company’s holiday party was the purpose of my trip.  This party is not one to be missed and I would go to great lengths to attend, and have, each year.  Somebody had to stay with the kids and my husband readily volunteered as his company party is in the near future, he can only handle so many holiday parties.  Our son, thanks to improved behavior and grades, was treated to a trip south so he could spend the weekend with his friends, specifically his BFF whose birthday is next week.  Our son has really struggled with the move to Spokane, leaving his friends, his soccer team, and everything he knows.  As if tween/teenage years aren’t complicated enough, pack one up and move one a thousand miles away to really know a good time.  We told him he would have opportunity to visit and this weekend was the perfect opportunity.  His friend’s mother, my dear friend, had a complete agenda put together and published to guarantee he would see all of his friends and have an incredible visit for which I’m incredibly thankful.

Our first stop was Terranea Resort in Palos Verdes to meet Grandma and Teta for lunch on the coast. (www.terranea.com)  At Nelson’s, we sat outside and soaking up the sun rays – having left six degree Spokane weather Friday morning – and enjoyed our company and lunch.  My son loved Grandma’s new Fiat.  How many 82-year-old grandma’s drive a sport car?  His does, he knows it and loves her for awesomeness!

We then headed to Placentia for a party at the park with my son’s closest twenty-plus friends gathered right after school to play soccer, eat a ton of snacks and unsuccessfully attempt to avoid the Canadian Goose and Duck Poop that covered the playing field.  My favorite part of this party was that most of the kids While the kids played I got to hang out my mom friends.

A wonderful Mexican food dinner, to satisfy our out-of-town cravings, for thirty followed.  Thirty. For us?  We are loved and so thankful for each and every friend.  My son was glowing when he left to go play soccer tennis. I dragged my tired, disaster struck looking self to my hotel to end the first day of our travel adventure.

Advent-ageous Day 6 is dedicated to our friends.  Where would we be with our friends? Their love, support, humor, honesty, and graciousness is a true reflection of Christmas.  We are blessed to have our friends in our lives.

 

Been There Done That December 6, 2013

Life isn’t about what you have, it’s about what you do with the time you are given.  Christmas isn’t about what you get, it is about the experience, the moments, the joy, the love.  Holiday traditions require repeats, but these are repeats that you love, that’s why they are traditions.

A couple of weeks ago, Green Day’s American Idiot musical came to Spokane.  Our boys saw advertisements promoting the show and begged and pleaded to go.  Our eight year old even proclaimed Green Day as his favorite band and needed to see them….he then quickly confirmed with his older brothers that Green Day is indeed a band…right?   I reminded the boys that in May 2012, we saw American Idiot at the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion in Los Angeles.  Not only did we all go see the show, they each got a t-shirt.  AND, I added, we have a Green Day American Idiot magnet on the fridge.  I quickly started singing (because they really love my singing and singing is my new approach to shutting down whining, begging and pleading) “been there done that and you got a t-shirt to prove it, been there done that and my fridge has got a magnet to prove it.”  They were not impressed and they were disappointed to have missed the show.  My husband and I told them we’d go to another show, we don’t want to see the same show over and over, there is so much to experience in life.

We wow’d them tonight by taking them to Popovich Pet Comedy at the Bing Crosby Theater.  Billed as:  The World Famous Popovich Pet Comedy is a family-oriented blend of the unique comedy and juggling skills of Gregory Popovich, and the extraordinary talents of his performing pets. Each of the show’s 15 cats and 10 dogs were once strays, rescued from animal shelters.

This is not head coach of the San Antonio Spurs, Gregg Popovich.

The kids, and my husband, were skeptical.  Performing animals?  Juggling?  Why are we doing this?

Turns out Gregory Popovich has been on the Tonight Show, David Letterman and America’s Got Talent.  Who knew?  Most likely anyone that watches television, which I do not.  This is what I miss!

The show was fun and everyone enjoyed the juggling, acrobatics, antics, skits and, of course, the performing animals.  The animals ranged from geese, rats, a parrot, and various cat and dog breeds.  Two hours of simple and enjoyable entertainment.

All of the tricks were beyond the current skill level of our menagerie which inspired our boys to train our cats.  Not the dog or the birds.  The cats.  We had to buy the How To Train your Pets video. My husband and I are taking bets on who gets their face scratched off first.  Any takers?

The World Famous Popovich Pet Comedy is based out of Las Vegas.http://comedypet.com/

Advent-ageous Day 5 is a reminder to keep the holiday season fresh.  Traditions are good but leave the “been there done that” out this year.

 

Festival of Lights December 4, 2013

Light the lights, it’s 21 days, 3 short weeks, until Christmas.

Today I attempted to channel Clark Griswold from “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” and spend my lunch break with the start of our outdoor Christmas light extravaganza.  My goal today was simple.  I thought my greatest challenge was working outside in 24 degree weather.  My task was simple, put five humble net lights on our front bushes. I allotted 20-30 minutes to accomplish this task with most of the time anticipated being spent digging out extension cords.

Before heading out into the frigid air, I plugged in each set to ensure the lights lit up without issue. With all lights working well, I donned my down jacket, scarf, hat and gloves and marched into the front yard with the five sets of lights.  I was speedy and efficient, laying out the nets just so.  When the nets were in place, I ran up the driveway to the garage to find the extra long extension cord.  The extension cord was plugged in, the lights were in place, I was ready for my Griswold moment of lighting the lights.

No sparks, no fizzles, no explosions, just unlit lights.  Not all, just two sections of two different sets didn’t light despite the fact that they just lit up in the house.  My conundrum was an invitation to my neighbors who were watching my efforts from the warmth of their homes.  A few trudged over to advise me to check the lights before I installed them.  Genius.  Why didn’t I think of that? Thanks ever so much for the great tip.

After a bit of time was spent yucking it up with my generous neighbors, I realized my allotted time was ticking away quickly.  I pulled all the nets off the bushes, chucked the whole pile into the garage and stomped into the house, defeated.

This afternoon I remembered the colored light strands that I would have normally used on the Christmas tree were available.  Aha!  I’m back in action.

Fueled with delicious latkes that I finally got around to make, in the pitch black darkness and 14 arctic degrees I headed back outside and strung colored lights on our front bushes.  More neighbors came out (stay inside you fools, it’s cold outside!) to encourage me, one couple told me we are just making the house more and more beautiful.  Really?  All we have done outside is planted six bushes that resulted in every fire truck in the city and shutting down multiple streets and now hung 700 colored lights, in a straight line, along the top of our bushes.

Hardly a festival of lights, nowhere close to being Griswold worthy, but we did manage to honor Hanukkah before it ends tomorrow night and, the neighbors are right, the lights do look beautiful.  Really beautiful if you appreciate a Charlie Brown Christmas.

[photos to follow when decorating is complete.]

 

Snow December 3, 2013

Filed under: Life — multihyphenatedme @ 10:16 pm
Tags: , , , , ,

This morning we woke to our first December snow.  We have had snowy weather in Snovember, but nothing makes Christmas feel Christmas-y like a winter wonderland of snow. Snow is magical. No matter your age, or aversion to cold, when it snows, you stop and take notice.

The grass was barely covered this morning but the idea was there, that is what’s important.  And cold!  Brrrr!  Jack Frost is definitely in charge and temperatures are dropping.  Yet our kids are still in denial that they need to wear warm jackets.  Classmates are still in shorts, why can’t they wear shorts and hoodies?  When they walk home from school, cheeks bright red from the cold, begging for hot chocolate, they finally agree that, yes, they will dress warmer tomorrow.  No,  I didn’t let them wear shorts and hoodies but they did leave the house under dressed to my standards.

Cold weather is festive.  Bundling up and hustling and bustling about town is part of the holiday cheer.  I know my Southern California, Aussie and Kiwi friends are all thinking palm trees and sunshine are great at Christmas, and I agree, having had more palm tree Christmas’ than snowy ones.  Maybe that’s what makes the snow this year a novelty at Christmas.

As we countdown to Christmas, we now want more snow.  Not to drive in, not to shovel (though I can’t wait to see my boys shoveling snow!) but to just enjoy.  Isn’t that what the holiday’s are about? Before I go off sounding like Cindy Lou Who, We do feel advent-ageous to live where we do, enjoying the cold weather and the little bit of snow still on the ground.

Let it snow!

 

Advent-ageous! December 1, 2013

Happy December 1, Happy First Day of Advent,  and Happy Countdown to Christmas!

Being the non-practicing any religion person that I am, Advent, to me, means chocolate calendars that countdown to Christmas.  Chocolate isn’t required, it could mean a construction paper ring chain counting down the days.  Western Christians  observe Advent as a time of expectant waiting and preparation for the celebration of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.  The Nativity Fast, a period of abstinence and penance from November 15 through December 24practiced by the Eastern Orthodox, Oriental Orthodox and Eastern Catholic Churches, in preparation for the Nativity of Christ.  My 23 days of detox and Thanksgiving deliciousness were definitely not aligned with the Nativity Fast.  Like I said, I’m a chocolate calendar, construction paper ring chain kinda gal.

Typical of our house, we are counting down the days.  Our boys know they have 15 days of school before Winter Break, 24 days until Christmas, and 30 days until the end of the year, and 32 days until their sister moves to Spokane.  Western or Eastern Christian, or not religious at all, countdowns are on. Advent-ageious, one and all.

For our family, Christmas isn’t about the day, it is about the season.  Giving, receiving, experiencing the full effect of the holiday. Yesterday we joined two families and caravanned north to Camden Ranch in Elk, WA to cut down our own Christmas Tree.  The weather was cold and foggy but the scenery was glorious.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We were instructed to hike up into the hills and surrounding area and find your perfect tree.  Take a hand saw, cut down the tree and carry it down the hill.  The tree is tagged and loaded into a truck and driven back to the main barn at the ranch.  We follow on a hay ride.  The tree is condensed into a mesh bag and muscled onto the top of your vehicle.  We laughed and contemplated and hiked and shivered until we found our beautiful tree.

Our 8-year old insisted he would cut down the tree and managed about a 1/2″ cut into the trunk before his arm gave out and the others got a turn.  Eventually, TIMMMM-BERRRR, the tree fell over.

christmas tree 2013

This tree was no featherweight.  It took 5 of us to carry it down with our 8-year old leading the way, pointing out slippery slopes yet maintaining far enough of a lead not lend any muscle.

We sipped on hot apple cider while waiting for our tree to be bagged and loaded.  The sun was setting as we drove home, naturally spotlighting three cotton-tailed deer bounding through the meadow.

My husband is very scroogy, bah humbug when it comes to most holiday traditions.  Yet the entire drive home he commented how much he enjoyed this excursion to get our Christmas tree.  He enjoyed it so much he suggested we should plan to go to Camden Ranch every year.  Who is this guy having Christmas fun and setting tradition?    He even tolerated listening to hours of Christmas music to and from Camden Ranch.  Whoever he is, wherever he’s been, I like this new Spokane guy!

Today, for our first day of Advent, we put away our fall and Thanksgiving decorations and hauled out the Christmas boxes.  Our tree is massive, standing at 9’3″ but fits beautifully in our living room.

christmas tree

No lights or decorations yet and I realized tonight that the two uncarved pumpkins are still out on the porch.  Slight holiday overlap but we’re getting into the holiday spirit, one day at a time.

 

Thankweenmas November 24, 2013

Filed under: Life — multihyphenatedme @ 9:26 pm
Tags: , , ,

One of the most genius party theme’s I have ever experienced was the Thankweenmas party my then 20-something friends (they are not at least 30, while, I’m, well, 45), were kind enough to invite this old lady to in years past.

The Thankweenmas concept was one party to cover all holidays in October, November and December, including Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Decorations from all three holidays were around the house and competition for the ugliest Christmas sweater was part of the fun.  One year I think there was a mixed holiday craft project, or snow globes with turkeys or something.  I was drinking and I’ve aged since then so anything could have happened.

With Chanukah (JC that’s for you) beginning on Thanksgiving this year, I realized that Chanukah, Kwanza, and Diwali were omitted from the Thankweenmas festivities.  If we’re going to include the holidays, why not include them all? Thankweenmas would need to change to Thankwalinzaweenukahmas.  That’s a mouthful but it would be a more colorful party.

As much as I love the combined approach, I’m a one holiday at a time kind of gal.  It bugs me that stores have Halloween decorations out in August, Christmas stuff out in October and Christmas music playing before Thanksgiving.  As much as I love to plan, I prefer to appreciate a holiday a couple weeks before the actual holiday, shopping for gifts included.  I may make my lists in advance but I hold off until I’m in the holiday spirit.

Some of my neighbors don’t agree with me.  Christmas lights are already strung on homes, bushes and trees.  My husband’s theory is that these people are smart to not wait to hang their lights in the snow.  In a moment of quickness, I asked Senor Scrooge if he would be willing to hang the Christmas lights if there was no snow.  He said, and I have three witnesses, absolutely.  Great, the Saturday after Thanksgiving there will be no snow, thanks for volunteering.  Score one my side.

The boys then jumped on my case for having boring light decorations.  Single strand lights are not fun, apparently.  They each had suggestion, one wants inflatable lawn décor (never in my lifetime), one wants Santa, a sleigh and reindeer on the roof (really?) and the other wants me to buy fiber optic lights and create a light show (honestly, they know the lack of my technical abilities, how is this even considered?). I told them my plan to but a gigantic 3′ diameter wreath to hang on the big window outside of the dining room with berries and red velvet bow.  Their reaction, in unison, was a huge groan.  They may have mumbled “old lady” but with my hearing I couldn’t be sure enough to go after them.

The boys have acquired this holiday disdain from their father, Bah Humbug himself.  The irony is that for all the complaining and moaning and groaning about the amount of work or what we lack, as soon as Christmas comes together they are happy and anxious and completely giddy.

And here I am talking about Christmas when it isn’t even Thanksgiving.  Truth is, I did nothing toward making Thanksgiving happen today.  I went for a walk, raked up more, yes more, leaves and painted our bedroom.  It must be the paint, named Winter’s Sky, that has me thinking of Christmas.  Tomorrow I’ll get back on the Turkey Track.

 

Chim-chim-cher-ee November 20, 2013

Before getting all comfy cozy in front of our fireplace this year, we called a chimney sweep out to clean and inspect our chimney.  We learned from our neighbors that some chimneys are not lined, like theirs.  If a chimney is not lined, with terra cotta tiles, metal or something else, air can seep in through the bricks and mortar and cause issues, including fire hazards.  Fantastic.  Safety first, let’s get the chimney inspected.

Everyday in Spokane is an opportunity to learn something new.  First gas lines and now chimneys.  We learned our chimney is indeed lined (hurray!) so no issue there. The issue is with our fireplace itself.  Did you know that there is a formula for determining how big your fireplace opening should be?  The chimney sweep and my husband were throwing mathematical equations back and forth, rapid fire, doing the math in their head, while my head was spinning.  Turns out our architecture designer-builder didn’t know there was a formula to determine the correct size of the fireplace opening.  His architecture instincts led him down the path of aesthetics and not practicum.

I love architects.  I work with them every day.  My husband works with architects every day.  Architects make our world go round.  Yet not necessarily in the same direction or without bouncing all over before getting to where you need to be.  I love architects.

The problem with a fireplace opening being too big is that there is a conflict between too much air coming in from the house that can’t escape up the chimney top.  What happens with too big of an opening, or if your formula ratios are off, smoke will billow back into the house.  Fantastic.

This is the joy of owning an old home.  You start a project thinking it will be an easy breezy slam dunk then you add another project to the list.

Here is our fireplace.  You can see the smoke damage on the bricks resulting from the above issue described from previous owners.

fireplace2

Here’s our chimney sweep.  No tie downs, we even provided our own for their use, no thanks.  Yikes.  I wish our chimney sweep was more Dick Van Dyke-like and sang Chim-chim-cher-ee chim-chim-cher-oo.  It would have been truly fantastic if Mary Poppins herself dropped in as well.  They didn’t even have soot on their faces.  Nothing worse than a clean chimney sweep.

chimney sweep

Our fireplace fix, my Mr. Fix It husband tells me is relatively easy.  A piece of sheet metal will go on the back of the top section of the grate. Add some insulated rope around the edges and done, problem solved.  The trick is getting Mr. Fix It to fix it.  Temperatures this week are in the teens at night and mid-30s during the day.

fireplace1

The chimney sweep was here over a month ago, the fireplace is still not operable, the smoke is still not acid washed off the bricks.  My dining room is painted and our bedroom will be painted this weekend.  We’re making slow but steady progress but the list is still long.  I offered to sing the Mary Poppin’s soundtrack to expedite our projects but my idea was rejected not only by my husband but the rest of the house.  No appreciation for the arts, or perhaps my supercalifragilisticexpialidocious singing.

 

Dining Room – Done! November 16, 2013

Caution sign yellow-gold is out of my life FOR-EVER!

My dining room, an awesome oval room (OVAL! no corners), was painted bright caution sign yellow gold with white trim and sky blue accents.  In any other room I could have maybe probably handled the blaring brightness, but not in my dining room.  The prior owner had to paint the room something other than pale pink but why caution sign yellow-gold, I will never know as the color combination was so incredibly out of line with the rest of the colors chosen for the house.  This is the before paint, trim and accent color inside the cabinet, highlighted by the curtain and vase.

???????????????????????????????We bought the house with some rooms furnished.  The dining room was one of the furnished rooms.  In addition to the garish paint, our senses were overwhelmed with the rug and chair fabric.  You may love the combination, for me, it was painful sensory overload.

???????????????????????????????

We have professional photographs from when our home was photographed for American Home in 1946.  This photo is the dining room then:

dining original

We based our paint selection off the tile, that a local quarry supplied in the 1940’s, similar to the original owners.  Instead of going with pink, we focused on the more salmon or coral color found in the tiles.  We also had to take into consideration the Brazilian rosewood that panels the walls in the foyer as it transitions into the dining room.

tile color selection

We used Valspar paints and chose Witches Brew, a red brown, for the trim because it blends well with the rosewood.  We chose Autumn Sunrise as the closest match to the darkest rust colored tile in the center tile above.  The curtains around our beautiful window pull it all together

My husband is a master painter.  I taped the whole room, he cut in the tricky parts, around the cabinet details, and we both rolled.

dining copy original

dining big window

I am not a professional photographer so the photos do not do justice.  The brown paint draws out the dark flecks in the wood floors and the rose brings out the warm tones.  Our wine glasses will go in the cabinet on the left and our china will go in the cabinet on the right in another week, giving the cabinet paint more time to dry.  We decided against a rug for now.  We still have artwork to decide on and hang.  The seat cushions match well enough that I won’t consider changing them out for at least a year or more.  Project dining room is very close to completion and we will make our Thanksgiving deadline.

I love our new dining room.  I hope you do too.

In other news, our middle son told me this afternoon he wanted to start doing more stuff.  “Like what?”  I asked.  “Cooking, horseback riding and blacksmithing to start.” Really?  Blacksmithing?  Where does he come up with this stuff?  “Let’s start with cooking,” I suggested.  Tonight he made his first batch of chocolate marshmallow cookies from beginning to end.  I only helped put in and take out the pans from the oven on his direction.

Happiness.