It's been overcast / raining on and off here for days, but finally the kind of weather where you can leave the windows open some nights. A few more weeks/degrees in this direction could almost warrant turning on my fireplace… probably no such luck though.
Anyway, have recently entered some involuntary phase where I long for a hot meal every night but neither feel like eating out nor can be bothered to cook. Or grocery shop. Think it's got something to do with it being pitch dark at 6. Or it's Thanksgiving being around the corner… or this weather. Who knows. Either way, the only thing I am decently familiar with that somewhat approximates the illusion of a private chef is my decade old slow cooker.
Lucky to have had a few different kinds of mushrooms and some goat brie in my otherwise empty fridge this morning, so dinner's looking/smelling pretty good tonight. I'm in for a quiet night with a book while trying to master the interest to check up on Black Friday deals. Would love to score one of those iRobot vacuum cleaners that cleans the house while you're out (guess it's the cleaning lady equivalent of the slow cooker chef?) but I know they'll be pricey even on sale so probably won't bother.
Well, happy Thanksgiving everyone, drive safely and enjoy the food coma.
It's a hot hot Summer down here in Florida and I have just returned from the equally hot (or likely even hotter) Nevada. As always, very happy to reunite with Smokey, who, much like myself, is in the desperate need of a haircut. We both got decent haircuts before I left (evidence below) so there really is no explanation.
Anyway, really don't have much to blog about at the moment. My good friend Ernie, whom I think I saw a total of one time this year just called that he is back from Europe. I'm not even sure how long he was gone it's been that long.
Never consciously realized what a big part music played in my mundane morning routine till my speakers stopped working about a week ago. Turns out, coffee, shower, make up and Smokey maneuvering between my feet are just not the same without some rusty blues or raggae running through the walls.
The fact that they were a house warming gift from my friend Ernie makes me also realize I've been in this place for over six months now. And that so much has changed in the last six months.
At the end of the day I love every color. Guess what I mean is they all have their place. But all my life white has been the color I never tire of. If I had to wear the same outfit for the rest of my life it would probably be a white t-shirt with jeans.
Painting all my walls white today. They were sort of an off white before, not too bad but all the wrong undertones. White walls are tricky like that, the wrong shade just makes a place feel off. Kind of hospital like... or just plain unpainted.
Gotta love all-white homes but what I love even more is white mixed with wood, leather, jute, plants and other natural elements. White + wood is like the house version of the white t-shirt with jeans…
For me the magic is in the texture. Walls, textiles, clothes, towels, paper, whatever… if the texture is right my whole world feels just right.
Still playing around with different textures & shades of white:
Will figure it all out soon I hope. I know Smokey loves white & definitely appreciates texture -- especially for claw sharpening purposes.
As much as I love most everything about my unfinished place, including the unfinished-feel, the existing floors have some issues, both aesthetically and practically speaking (chief of them being broken tiles).
Not sure why but I prefer not to be surrounded by a lot of color (especially not all the time). Or anything high maintenance, really. Tend to gravitate toward a minimalistic & distressed look, you know, where the inevitable scratch, spill or aging just isn't a problem. Somehow favor textures and tones over loud colors or patterns. Plus of course something that goes well with my existing furniture & walls would be nice. So the direction I am looking at is something like this... but we'll see how everything turns out:
Except Smokey doesn't look anything like that right now, he is still growing out his Summer haircut :-)
Lucky for me I have a wood artist friend who does floors.
His taste is way more out there than the borderline drab looks I prefer but he really knows his stuff so I should be in good hands.
I think this is the only picture I have of what the floor looked like before:
:: plus a few chipped corners & cracks here and there -- I never loved these tiles but main reason I wanted the them gone is the cracks & chips::
I'll take & post some proper non phone-camera photos when it's all done.
Really hope I'll like the outcome. Gotta go pick up some paint.
Spring never fails to revive those half-gone memories from my time in Hungary, of being young, somewhat lost, skipping school just to be killing my hours by the Danube and of course, the cherry blossoms. Reading just about everything I could get my hands on, a semi-futile attempt to make up for a school without spirit. At least that's what I thought back then, I also thought that the laws of physics were unnecessary and that my 24 year old teacher was old. [I have grown to be rather grateful for my education since.]
Some say youth is wasted on the young, that young love fades, people come and go… you can't go home again and that it's all over too soon. I don't know. I sure wish I could censor some of life's changes but couldn't imagine life with zero change and every day the same.
BUT BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF SPRING: I'VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE DRESSES HAPPEN.
Spring colors & pastels have never been my thing but I do like a certain kind of dress, especially when the weather is this nice.
Adri (my childhood friend) and I used to rock lace-up sandals with denim shorts, and of course, a Stones t-shirt -- man, who said youth was wasted on the young!
Not much to blog about -- a lot of running around/errands these last couple of days, engaging in conversations with tellers, UPS personnel, gas station attendants and baristas about the unseasonal temperatures we've been having lately. After those -10°F Mongolia-mornings I don't actually feel entitled to complain though, so my participation in weather-bashing is pretty much confined to courtesy nod-alongs. In other news, and it's probably not helping jet lag matters much at night, my friend Ernie, god bless his heart, loaned me season 4 of the Big Bang Theory. How did I manage to forget how good this show is! Smokey loves it when I watch TV -- which is almost never. I think he generally likes the idea of me sitting still… almost as much as he loves the sound of me opening the fridge.
p/s: THOUGHTS ON RED LIPSTICK
Probably no one can tell the difference, but it feels like I am a whole other person on the rare day (today) that I wear red lipstick. Somehow, 360 or so days a year, red lipstick is just not for me. Looks great on other ladies though (minus the the all-over-the-teeth and the bleeding-outside-the-confinements-of-one's-lips variations of course) -- so every once in a while I give it a new try.
Love the major time-saving factor, literally zero eye-make needed, no pencil sharpening, no brush cleaning, and somehow it still manages to yield the illusion that the offender put in some effort before leaving the house. That alone could help me become a convert if only I could learn to love the look. Or if I didn't have to reapply it after every sip of coffee.
Be that as it may, off to Big Bang Theory with Smokey I go.