Archive for June, 2009

times are tough

June 26, 2009

symphony in the tallgrass

I’m not sure where time goes. It’s not flying by because I’m having loads of SummerTimeFun. Work has been proving stressful and challenging. The house project continues to overwhelm me in ways I did not anticipate. I’ve spent time in the ER (an incident on the roof of my soon-to-be home) and have watched yet more organizational changes at work.

Wah Wah Wah, right? Right! All that being said I did also spend a magical evening listening to the Kansas City Symphony in the Flint Hills. The weather was perfect. The pulled-pork sandwiches available for two tokens melted in my mouth. The watermelon agua fresca we snuck in was satisfying and fresh. There is more. Plenty more, but I must dash to a wedding in St. Louis. Young Love. I will try not to be cynical.

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i will gladly

June 12, 2009

horn handles-ochre

. . . put away my dishes and keep my drawers tidy if I can pull them open and close them shut with these lovely, lovely pale horn handles from Ochre.  

The siding on my house is nearly finished. At least the Hardie Panels. The panels cover the entire east elevation of the house and the two big chunky sections (chunky? I don’t know. See here for  a picture). The slim horizontal west elevation will have some kind of natural wood siding. Perhaps a cedar? I’m not sure yet, but the choices are being narrowed.  The panels look really amazing and I promise some pictures soon. 

I went over to the house yesterday to check out the siding and to see what’s been going on inside. The electrician has been doing his thing and let me tell you now, this man is NOT TIDY! The house looks like a squirrel or a woodchuck has been living there since the 60s. Holes and wood shavings strewn about like confetti. O, well. The man’s gotta get me some light somehow!

Tomorrow evening I’m going to hear a symphony in the tallgrass prairie in the Flint Hills. This most definitely deserves an ‘AMEN’!  I’m going with two very special people and it makes concentrating nearly impossible. I wish, though, that I could be at two places at once. Because while I’m under the stars listening to symphonic tunes, another group of my friends will be under the stars eating the divine creations of Kendra and Aaron at the third Hungry Cellar. I’m really sad not to be eating their inspired cooking, but I’m even more sad that I won’t be back in the kitchen with Kendra feeling like a rock star.  Next time. . . and maybe next time it will be on Walnut Street.

a moratorium on design

June 1, 2009

front door

I pulled this image from god-only-knows-where MONTHS ago because I liked the front door (I believe Tim Walker shot it, but I can’t even promise that!) I scoured many salvage places looking for something similar, but to no avail. That doesn’t mean I left those places empty-handed, it’s just that I didn’t find exactly what I was looking for. And this is only one example. I have tears and scrap ALL OVER MY HOUSE, MY WALLS, IN FOLDERS, THE BACK SEAT OF MY CAR. I look at design blogs daily. I flip thru magazines like they’re water and I’m on a desert. I’ve been inspired to the point of exhaustion. So, I’ve decided to take a break from the research and the blogs and disassemble my inspiration wall and just let things BE.  I think it’s necessary for me to step away and let my own voice come thru. Even if that voice is sometimes sputtering and inconsistent. With time it will come together. I believe that. 

I am a month and a half away from sleeping in my new home. Just like some parents choose not to name their child until they meet it, I think I’m going to wait until I meet my house and have it whisper to me what it needs to become a home. 

That being said I did just put a bid on a 1940s french industrial floor lamp. Cold turkey starts tomorrow.