Both Sean and I travel a fair amount for work – I spent last week in NYC and he’s just returned from DC – which means tiny commuter planes and carry on luggage only. His Filson was an anniversary present 2 years ago, my Dooney & Bourke weekender was an impulse purchase at the (amazing) Cabazon outlets in Palm Springs when I needed an extra bag for all my thrifted prizes. I use it constantly and LOVE it. It’s great size, easy to carry, sturdy canvas twill, made in the USA, and the inside is bright red with lots of pockets.
Other business travel essentials for me include a baseball cap to cover unruly travel ponytails, a lightweight scarf to hide in, more lip balm than you can shake a stick at, and driving mocs for extra comfort & security lane speediness. His input? Fun socks, a good travel shave kit so he doesn’t have to unpack his dopp kit when he gets home, a great magazine, and sunglasses to hide behind.
Hi friends. I’m on vacation until the day after Labor Day, so I might just catch up on some blogging, dust out the corners over here. No lie, it’s been really hard & I haven’t wanted to share much, or even when I want to share cute things or little trips it feels disingenuous to do so without acknowledging everything else under the surface. I’m not really sure what my future on the internet looks like, what I do know is that every pregnancy announcement (and oh, there are so, so many) is like a knife to the heart. I feel more and more isolated as each day passes, more and more thinking I need to take the time to actually process what it will truly mean to go through life never becoming a mother. I’m not there yet, because thinking down that road is not pretty – it’s a lash-out, crazy crazy place. So I avoid it.
An internet friend emailed the other day and asked if I was SO busy that I couldn’t start a yoga practice, as it’s beneficial for infertility. It was a long email and there was a lot to think about, but in the end, the answer is no. No, I’m not busy. I’m depressed, I’m isolated, I spend my free time trying to escape my reality with books and little tasks and work. But I’m not busy. I’m just terrified of the open, thinking times that yoga brings.
I was in my favorite little tea room and overheard (read: snooped on) a conversation between two people where one was feeling pretty overwhelmed and lost, and the response from the other is something I want to think about during my week away from work:
What do you have that’s really valuable right now?
I found this old cane and black-painted bentwood chair for $20 at our local thrift, and figured I’d give my dream of having the Era round armchairs in my dining room a test drive. Yep, looking good. I love the way the cane and the spalted maple table work together.
However, we have a problem. The window trim in the dining room is cherry. It doesn’t match the table. It isn’t going to look great when we paint the walls grey. So, just how bad would it be to paint the trim AND the walls the same grey? I think it would look great. It just feels a little terrible.
I’m still feeling the pull of my great-grandfather’s restaurant as a design inspiration for the eating areas – and the photos in that post are 8 x 10 so I’d love to get them framed for the dining room. The one thing I can’t figure out is lighting – I’m thinking a vintage chandelier over the table, but haven’t found one yet that isn’t too fussy.
It’s been over a month since we spent a 3 day weekend in Maine & I’m just putting up photos now. Yes. Ok. It’s a nice reminder that outside of the hectic craziness that is my job, summer exists.
We went to Montreal last weekend and have been trying to be better about exploring New England and taking quick & inexpensive trips (Montreal was only 1/2 a tank of gas!), but on the weekends we mostly just want to be in our house. Sad but true! Any New Englanders out there have recommendations? We’ll do a day trip back to the seaside before the summer is out, at least. I need my ocean times!
The photos in this post are all Wiscasset – Damariscotta – Rockland area.
Remember the previously hideous hallway? It extended down the stairs! We’d been living with the bad carpet on the stairs for a long time after the hallway had been done, partially because the cats use it as a scratching post. Why do I let the cats get away with everything bad? I don’t know. The carpet was disgusting, sticky, and probably 30+ years old. Having it out & finishing the central stairway makes the whole house feel lighter.
I’ve had some crazy thoughts about painting the walls gold, or wallpapering with this wallpaper, but I haven’t found the right paint & Sean isn’t into wallpaper. My brother tore out all the old frosting swirl plaster and replastered with just the right amount of non-perfection, so I’m kind of into the white farmhouse-y walls right now.
We ended up with the West Elm Bursa rug as it comes “pre-distressed.” Although I’ve started trimming the cat’s claws, they still are giant destructive forces of evil. I’m pretty sure that the amount of time I spend decorating around the cats qualifies me as totally insane.