When I was a Judy Blume loving, piano playing, art class excelling seven-year old, my mother roused me at 4:00am. I fumbled for my glasses and padded downstairs to our small color television, where I sat-immobile and stunned-for the next 5 hours. It was 1981 and Princess Diana got married. It was profound. Indelible. And joyous.
In honor of today's newlyweds, I baked.
What's more British than a scone?
I started putting these together filled with a kicky happiness, but my mind kept turning to Princess Diana and my throat began to feel heavy. Her loss feels profound and indelible too.
Luckily, I had someone to cheer me up. "I CAN NO HAZ A SCOON?"
canned artichokes, because we couldn't find frozen. And I added blanched
and well drained spinach for a little more substance. I may also have increased the amount of
cheese. They taste amazing. But nothing is as amazing as the memory of time spent together. We love you Rose Luchini!
As I mentioned in a previous post (about our dearth of progress), the warmer weather means I can now work on some outdoor projects! One of them? Painting the back porch. This image represents the current back porch 'paint' situation:
I've been scrape scrape scrape scraping the ceiling. I expect to have very hulk-ish looking shoulder, neck, and upper back muscles before this project is through. That'll be totally hot, right?
The section I've finished scraping looks like this:
We originally decided on these colors from Pratt and Lambert. From left to right: the railing/posts, the floor, and the ceiling. But the orange? Heavy. Serious. Not feeling it anymore. We need something brighter and cheerier. I couldn't get Mr. Man behind the idea of a traditional sky blue Victorian-era porch ceiling color. He is totally right. I mean, we're not exactly renovating the house to be historically accurate (check out our kitchen, for example.)
Mr. Man suggested a pale green in a similar tint and saturation to Victorian sky blue. Genius! We found a lovely pale lime-ish green for the ceiling, Laurel Mist (color 17-28) by Pratt and Lambert. But every photo I've taken of the paint chip makes it look like our ceiling will be baby poop green (if said baby ate a lot of limes.) So I am NOT EVENT GOING TO POST IT! Instead, I am going to use my nascent photoshop skills to create a visual representation. Here's what our back porch currently looks like:
And here is the world's most awful color mock up:
That's supposed to be pea gravel in the forground. Stop laughing. Hulk no like it when you laughing. Laughing make Hulk angry! YOU WON'T LIKE HULK WHEN SHE ANGRY!
I want a t-shirt that says that in a nice, big, clear font: "Excessively Idealistic." No one should let me wander (unattended) the aisles and pleine air environs of a garden store until after the Zone 6 Frost Date.
I am a sucker for plants.
Wait. I think I need a t-shirt that says that too.
p.s. Our front porch bricks are not painted and are REALLY that orange. Hmmmmmm.
Morgan loves the backyard and I don't blame him. It must get so boring smelling the inside of the house all day. Over the weekend, Mr. Man worked on extending our fabulous bamboo fence and I bumped out a planting bed. Before starting, I said to Mr. Man, "This is me biting off more than I can chew." And then I chewed it all up. Hello Mr. Advil, nice to see you again.
Remember Pepe LePew? He loved the kitty with the stripe of white paint down her back. Kitty? Not so much. However, Kitty and Pepe always end up in the same place. But the quality of their experiences getting there are *totally* different. Her trip is full of Shpilkes and his trip is full of mellow bouncing (bounce, bounce, bounce).
IN OTHER ENGLISH WORDS: At our final home improvement destination, no matter how we got there, we are where we are. So why not relax and enjoy the trip? TO SUMMARIZE Less of this:
Perhaps you've been wondering what in the hell is happening with our *ahem* Holyoke home improvements? Someone in real life said to me recently, "Hey, nice home improvement blog with no home improvements."And I only cried a little.
My approach to our lack of progress has been to put on a cheery face and hope you wouldn't notice. But *I* notice every day. Here's the story:
1. We live in an old house and we're trying to do things right (and completely) the first time. So we're sussing out insulation, insulation prep (holes in ceiling for access), new bathroom, bathroom venting, bathroom electric, possible venting for future shower, washer and dryer, plumbing, etc. And we're doing all this ourselves.
2. One of us is an (excellent!) architect who takes a lot of pride in his work.
3. Said architect is REALLY REALLY REALLY busy in real life. Seriously. It's hard to explain how busy. The other one of us is not an architect. So......yeah.
Spring will bring more activity on our upstairs project and some outdoor
projects (that I can work on), but I want to acknowledge the dearth of home improvement
posts and tell you: hang on! They're coming!