August 23, 2009

Woah. Or woe. But in either case, nothing much has been happening here on my little blog for quite some time. But just in case you think that means nothing much has been happening here at my little house, let me assure you that’s not the case!

First of all, I finished the upstairs bathroom. While I love the whole concept of a houseblog, it does strike me that the more I’m actually doing on the house, the less time I have to write about it. Good to know.

So, yes, bathroom is done (well, okay, there’s still the oddly configured electrical plate that apparently requires a visit now to a special electrical store becasue neither Home Depot nor Lowe’s stocks it, but whatever. Oh, and there’s a wee bit of scraping to do around the shower curtain rod where I inadvertently got gobs of blue paint on the metal.  My father asked me why I didn’t simply take the shower rod down. I stared at him blankly. Who does he think I am?)

But yes, it fulfills my personal sense of completion and it’s a joy to walk into it every morning. After four coats of paint, I did finally get the right color and learned that it’s *always* worth it to change it. Otherwise you’ll regret it every single day, and c’mon, that’s just too much regret to handle when you’re in the loo.



Channeling Crocket?

June 30, 2009

It’s the end of June, which means it’s the beginning of my annual painting frenzy.  On the docket for the summer:finish upstairs bathroom and kitchen.  Pronto!

So, I thought I was being all smart and professional this time. I spent a lot of time with paint chips. I even practiced great restraint and bought only a small sample of the color I thought I wanted. I even tried painting a sample section of the wall. But now, well, now I just don’t know. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but is it worth spending another day to make it right? I’d wanted something a bit quieter, I think.  But this is kinda Key West.  Or maybe Miami.  Do I just live with it, roll up my sleeves and wear a lot of white linen?

Here’s the before and the now (with Fountain Blue):


I thought my house was small…

May 4, 2009

I’ve always been a fan of small. I prefer small fruit, small spaces, small plates.  Plus, I’ve always loved houses-to-go—like little trailers. But this takes the cake! Imagine hooking this baby up to my VW and heading out West to see the Grand Canyon? After a day of hiking,  I could come back to home-sweet-home. Plus, best of all, a sleeping loft!! Love, love, love.


April 27, 2009


Wear & Tear=Repair

April 20, 2009

I spent this weekend working on random house projects. One thing led to another, which led to another and so on.

  • Tracked down source of the bad smell (which ended up being rotten food stuck deep inside the Kong) and cleaned out the refrigerator. Tossed old jar of sundried tomatoes, kept expired (but still unopened) bottle of pepperoncini, finally scrubbed away the maple syrup that’s been on that top shelf for, like, ever.
  • Opened windows, broke window; fixed stuck bedroom window (after consultation with neigbor who–though he lifts weights–also couldn’t open stuck window. Used two pieces of 2×4 as levers and..presto!)
  • Re-attached garden hose and turned on the spigot. Which still seems to work, though there is some leakage.
  • Figured out how to load staple gun. Loaded it.
  • Re-stapled bowed and bent chicken wire around the garden. No more Daisy hangout.
  • Set up old picnic bench. Need to paint a nice shade of celadon or apple green.
  • Took out Weber grill. Decided backyard was beginning to look like a yardsale. Stored grill back in garage.
  • Weeded front flower bed. Took chicken bone out of Daisy’s mouth.
  • Made black bean soup and added vegetarian chipotle sausage to it.  Burned mouth.

Spring Lamb

April 17, 2009

We often don’t know how far we’re willing to go for someone we love. But then one day you find yourself with a dog who has food allergies and the next thing you know, you’re boiling a $27 lamb loin for her supper while you eat rice and beans for yours.

I’m a vegetarian cook for lots of reasons, but the top reason is that I can’t stand to touch raw flesh. So last night I had to grin and bear it as I cleaned the loin and put it in the pot.  After an hour, I pulled it from its vat of fat, let it cool, and sliced it into small chunks for my girl. Interesting how her grass-eating and vomiting seemed to cease while she waited attentively at my feet for her supper. I left the windows open to air out the smell of greasy butchering and looked fondly at her small green bag of California Natural kibble.  The vet has put her on three days of home-cooked lamb and potatoes, then we’ll slowly re-introduce her dry food.

Until then, it’s lamb, baby, lamb.

Legal Love

April 8, 2009

I love my little house here in upstate New York, but I’ll always be a Vermonter at heart.  And here‘s just another reason to feel proud of my home state–it’s involved in a “watershed moment” in history! I love it.