An excuse to be lazy

Today is a rainy, cool, September morning.  One of those morning where, when you wake up and hear it’s raining, you feel perfectly content to stay in bed for the entire day.  It’s also one of those days where you feel as if you could be extremely productive doing one of those long put-off projects such as organizing photos or cleaning out closets.  You can’t go outside, so the options are limited.  Apparently, this type of weather tends to bring out the ultimate creative instincts in my boys.  Although this day makes me feel like a lazy pile, I also realize (now, anyway) that these are the types of days where I have to be extremely vigilant. Continue reading “An excuse to be lazy”

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The Renovation Awards

Really, there should be a separate Hollywood-saturated night where the elite come to recognize the people who have sacrificed everything — time, money, sanity, etc. — in order to make their home more liveable. I’m not talking about myself, of course. At this point, I haven’t even gotten within 100 miles of the tip of the iceberg. But the internet has a special way of making people feel as if they KNOW stuff — myself included. I read other people’s renovation blogs, and I think, “Gee, that sounds really hard!” And then I start delving into the intricacies of renovation myself, and I feel as I belong to a special club. Continue reading “The Renovation Awards”

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Calling all (normal) contractors …

Are there any?  At this point, I’m not sure, and I’m really not feeling very hopeful about it all.  Since our contractor jumped ship, we’ve been on the hunt for a replacement.  The loan money is now sitting in our bank account, interest is building, and I don’t mean the curiosity-related kind.  We’ve had two contractors over to date; one was quiet and informative, but wasn’t available for 2 more months.  The other … well, let’s just say that the guy exuded a weirdness that I hope to never experience in my home again.  His appearance was a big hint … there’s something not normal about having two collared shirts layered over one another, and there’s something even stranger about turning the inside shirt’s collar up.  Hellooooo, 1985. Continue reading “Calling all (normal) contractors …”

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