Apologies for the utter lateitude of this post: I was busy feeling every single minute of the four hour and thirty-five minute flight to LAX next to the totally awake and needing to acknowledge/touch/drink everything Susannah. (Interesting sidenote: right before the descent, she asked to sit with P.J. so I swapped daughters. And Suzy fell asleep as the plane touched down onto the tarmac. GOOD FOR YOU, P.J.) But back to the kitchen. It’s done! [Ish!] Over the past few {Read More}
Mini Kitchen Makeover, Part 3, AKA P.J. Thinks The Backsplash Looks FINE.
April 12, 2013 By 4 Comments
My Mom Wrote Me An Early Dismissal Note.
January 3, 2013 By 4 Comments
“Keely, you’re awesome.””I know, Mom.” There are days when you feel so on top of the world and think that no one can even come close to touching the gigantic lead you’ve got on the rest of the human race… …And then there are the days when you completely disregard the “suggested serving size” for your container of ice cream. For four containers of your ice cream. There are moments where
Crummy Crumbies.
December 6, 2012 By 10 Comments
…And then there are the days when you realize that you are actually too tired for coffee. Like, too tired to make yourself another cup, too tired to consume it, and too tired to acknowledge the caffeine (which, let’s be honest, would be like putting out a forest fire with a squirt gun). So you have another cup of coffee. And you sit on the floor while drinking it because- again- you’re on borrowed energy, here. And you look at {Read More}
The Glass Menagerie.
October 18, 2012 By 3 Comments
All the miniatures and their brethren at the shop. I do not own ALL of these little guys. YET. There are some very important stories going on in the world right now. Stories about things that make an impact. This is not one of those stories. This, however, is the story of how I lost a very important collection. And how the collection began. And how the loss of the collection raised stress levels in an already borderline crazy person. Namely, me. {Read More}
Keely Brings The Mood Down A Notch.
August 23, 2012 By 10 Comments
Summer. And maybe a touch of roughhousing. Last summer, when I was humongously pregnant with [the-yet-to-be-determined] Susannah, Nora and I had a terrific time. Really. We had picnics every place that featured tables (and some that didn’t). There were nature hikes, tamale stand stalkings, and midday naps in my bed (because we couldn’t fit into hers). I was so [beyond] thrilled to be having
Don’t Tell My House, My Broken, Broken House.
May 31, 2012 By 3 Comments
I can’t look, either. I was going to post pictures today of the finished lower level. That’s right. I had intended to post those, because- finally- the downstairs rooms, bathroom, and laundry room were one thousand and two percent completed. However. Being as today is the six week anniversary of the day that the sewer pipe collapsed/the bottom half of the house got torn down to the studs, you know that this project ain’t going down without a fight. We had {Read More}
Full Disclosure: I Am Not A Contractor.
May 17, 2012 By 3 Comments
I’m with you, kid. There are many things that I just know:-The vocal lineup of most classic rock bands since 1972.-An innate awareness of when a ladybug sticker is being placed on an item of good furniture.-How to fall asleep on any surface despite exterior influences. And then there are things for which I fall woefully short:-Being able to relax/move on with my life when things are out of order.-Apologizing first.-And anything having to do with the putting-back-together of my {Read More}
The Dirtying Machine.
May 10, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I am airing my dirty laundry. Right now, an entire floor of stuff has been absorbed by the other parts of the house. Like a sponge. Like a big, bloated, no-more-room-for-knick-knacks sponge. And by “knick knacks,” I mean wool coats. Books n’ books n’ books n’ books. Upended tables. At least two cats. We’re like the beginning of a Hoarders episode- with no hope for an hour-long resolution. The guys currently digging up the lower level were sweet enough to warn {Read More}
