Month: March 2014

A Waffle: A Follow-Up.

  ser·en·dip·i·ty  noun \ˌser-ən-ˈdi-pə-tē\ : luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for That’s what I’m thinking about right now.  Why?  Because I found a half eaten blueberry waffle under my 8 year’s old bed today.  Obviously.  The finding of valuable or pleasant things–the waffle–that are not looked for. See? I think life is much more interesting if you believe there are no coincidences.  And tomorrow is my birthday. What does this all mean?  Keep reading. A Waffle.  Originally Posted March 30, 2013.  ONE YEAR AGO EXACTLY. I remember being very OCD when I was little.  I actually measured my pink bedspread on each side to make sure it was even and used a wire hanger to smooth the wrinkles out.  I think I was 8.  Don’t even get me started about my dresser drawers.  I had to fold my undergarments just so, and heaven forbid my mom put anything in them if they weren’t folded to my specifications.  Like I said, I was OCD.  I slowly mellowed …

Sick. Or…A Tour of Bathrooms.

  Did I get cocky?  Did I think to myself…we’ve made it through this whole winter without missing any school and without any puke buckets???   Oh what a world, what a world…(remember the Wicked Witch of the West?)  I’m MELTING!  I’m in the tornado.  I’m out of the tornado.  In the last 4 1/2 days we’ve survived two little boys with the stomach flu and mom’s (me) trip to the ER.  Good times.  I think we’ve stepped onto the other side now. I’m looking for Glinda, the Good Witch.  I could use a giant bubble to float around in and definitely a magic wand.           If you have no idea what I’m talking about it’s been too long my friend since you’ve seen the Wizard of Oz.  I’ve probably got Oz on my mind because I just watched Oz The Great and Powerful, the prequel to the classic.  I liked it! I’ve seen a lot of TV this week… Unfortunately, most of it has been Clone Wars and Scooby Doo …

Failure Is Not An Option

One of my favorite clients called me today from Virginia.  She starts the conversation with “I wish you were here and I’m such a failure”…. Huh?  We are talking about decorating, right? I think this is extreme and I tell her so, clearly, she is just being dramatic. But the thing was…she wasn’t. She really believed she was a hot mess when it came to all things “HGTV”.  Whether she was or is, isn’t the point. The point is why do we use the word failure at all to describe ourselves?  Is it ever failing or is it learning? Which brings me to my next point–how we take our gifts or our strengths for granted.  We assume that just because we are good, or really good, or flipping amazing at something, and that (this part is huge) it comes so easily to us that clearly this ability ‘aint no big thing’–it’s generic.  Isn’t everyone good at_________(fill in the blank)? And never mind what I’M good at (whatever we think)…look what YOU can do!  I wish …

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How To Not Screw Up Paint Colors

I get asked all the time really specific questions about paint colors. “I have an open floor plan, with this color floor, and this color furniture, and the pillows are this color—-so what color should I paint the bathroom?” I really don’t know.  I’m not in your house.  But I can tell you what NOT to do. IF you are super challenged with these type of things then here is a list of Do’s and Don’ts. If you are Candace Olsen or Nate Berkus (read Professionals or someone with a great eye for design) then you can disregard this post and do what you want…you’ll figure out a way to make it all work. Otherwise. If you want a yellow room, don’t pick a yellow. Do pick a white with a tint of yellow.  Same goes with all the other colors.  Blue? Pick a white with a hint of blue.   How do you do this?  Go to Lowes or Home Depot and pick up one of the “Whites” pamphlets. There’s like 70 “Whites” all …

Windows are Rolled Down. Or My Road Trip to Philly.

  I wish I could say I took a road trip with the windows rolled down and the wind rushing by.  (Shout out to you Amos Lee.)  But I did take a road trip with the windows rolled tightly up, the heat on, and a ceramic thermos of coffee with some good friends (and no kids).  Thirty hours in Philadelphia.  Never has one car zigzagged more through one city.  Some by accident, some intentional.  Violet men’s v-neck sweaters don’t blend in South Philly.  Abandoned prisons can be beautiful.  Parking costs more than houses.    One must be aggressive to find a table at Reading Market during the Philidelphia Flower Show on a Saturday at lunchtime (or not be afraid to do a sliding belly smacker across a four top while yelling “I’ve Got This”.)  You don’t HAVE to have a ticket to see Independence Hall…well you are suppose to.  Bloody Mary’s and Mussels do not mix.  France can be found in Philly (so can China, New England, Victorian mansions, the projects, murals and graffiti of …

Winter Go Away. Why the Beach Makes Us Happy. And Rooms with a View.

Brooklyn Interior Designers & Decorators LKID   Once upon a time I was in Hawaii.  The breezes were warm as I parted fuchsia flowering vines and walked onto a white sand beach with turquoise and emerald green water.  I had just eaten an avocado burger in a beach shack on the North Shore.  Nobody needed me to do a thing.  I had no watch.  My only plans were dinner later and a drive back down through the island…where the wait staff waited. How about a tropical beach with crystal blue warm waters, white sand, gentle breezes, in an exotic location with few people and lots of good food…and drinks…and people waiting to wait just on you?  I don’t want all the hassle of packing and planning.  I want to be beamed there like in Star Trek and then back before homework and kids stuff starts…or maybe just after;)  Actually maybe I do want a week.  But then there is reintegration after it’s over. Back to busy, back to noise, and back to stress. Why can’t …

Happiness is Learning to Love What You Have

Sometimes life is so crazy it’s hard to celebrate what’s right.  A few years ago my husband was in a terrible accident, my mom had ovarian cancer, and I was a military mom on my own taking care of two little boys.  And those are just some of the bullet points that come to mind. The nitty gritty of the in between felt even worse.  Way worse. So. Much. Worse. It’s almost so absurd that I kind of, well, laugh.  I mean what’s the alternative?  Fall apart?  I don’t know about you but most of the time, especially with a deployed husband, there are no safety nets. If you fall…well, it’s just that much further you have to climb to get back up. Better to hang on. Better to laugh. I love my friend Mony.  We do a phenomenal job of laughing together.  I went to DC this past weekend and did some house hunting while staying with her.  We laughed until we cried one night over a memory involving a past deployment, a boat …

The Possibility of Happy

I just LOVED the Oscars last night.  This made me laugh.  Did you watch?  Ellen, the host, walked into the audience half way through the show and tried to take a selfie with Meryl Streep.  This is what happened next.  People where diving, running, and jumping to get into the shot.  What cracks me up about this picture, apart from the idea of it, the photo bombing, and the fact that they are having so much fun, is Lupita Nyongo’o’s  (Best Actress for 12 Year’s a Slave) brother, Peter.  He’s one of the most prominent people in the picture!  He’s an 18 year old college kid.  So there is Ellen, Jared Leto, Jennifer Lawrence, Meryl Streep, Julia Roberts, Bradley Cooper, Kevin Spacey, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Peter, the brother.  Hilarious. Then there was Edgar the pizza guy. Edgar was just a guy that came to deliver pizza back stage and look what happened… He said he had no idea what was about to happen when he showed up to deliver the pizzas. The whole …