kitchen experimenting

since the husband got his life back, he's been a huge help around the house. not that he isn't to begin with, but he's taking things to a whole new level. this afternoon he's making meatloaf for the first time for our community group dinner.

he's adorable.

let down

because this fabric that i so desperately want to cover my vintage settee is $454/yard.

wwyd

what would you do?

after nearly 4 years of, well, mostly bullshit (i mean, let's be honest here) the husband resigned from his position with "coffee company A" yesterday, effective at 8 a.m. so naturally, the first thing we did after said resignation was go get a cup of coffee from the competition.

is this whole thing liberating? yes. scary? yes. are there much, much better things about to happen. hell yes.

(my husband can totally bring it.)

3/50

do it.

so fresh and so clean

there has been a lot of discussion (mostly among talking heads) lately about how one reacts to a tragic event. some do cartwheels in the police station in italy, some party til they have to be carried home, some eat, some sleep, etc.

my reaction is to do two things: 1.) completely shut down. i don't want to sleep, eat, go to work, shower, nothing. 2.) react to my shutting down by being so mad that i've done nothing that i go on a cleaning binge.

not that anything tragic has happened, but the husband and i are feeling a bit stressed at the moment, and all i want to do is go home from work and clean. in particular, i'd like to do laundry. i think maybe it is the monotony of folding clothes, and organizing dresser drawers and closets that somehow puts me at ease. i'd like to mindlessly iron, hang clothes in the closet according to color & type, make sense of the dressers and organize the laundry area itself.

then i'll probably find myself on a purge, and will start throwing things in bags left and right that should be taken to consignment or goodwill, and the pattern continues until every room in the house is cleaned, organized, rearranged, cursed at, cried in, talked to, re-visioned and otherwise lived-in.

and here, by the way, is where i'd love to do laundry. of course, i'd probably have a perfectly tailored skirt on that sink in a fabulous fabric. and some wire baskets, shelving, a folding board, glass canisters and a beagle that's waiting to carry off just one sock so i can't make a pair.
















(photo: bhg)

i'm okay with this

there is nothing about this scene that bothers me... except the fact that i'm not in it right now.

summertime goodness

i had the most amazing drink last night:

it was a combination of this













and this

















and i'll be drinking them all summer long...

4 years (plus 1 day)

i did it again! i didn't post on our anniversary, but he day after. dang! well, unlike last year, i didn't need to vent to jonathan, so that's a good start, right? we had a great day celebrating 4 years together -- waking up early, laughing on the back deck with our morning cup of coffee, decent days at work for both of us, nice cards from my parents and grandpa, a yummy dinner at jibarra and some play time with frank.

we had an amazingly blessed year -- full of fun adventures, peaks & valleys, lots of laughs, a greater respect for each other and more love than ever.

here's to another year, husband! i love you...