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Well begun is half done...

My doctor told me to take it easy and not do anything to strenuous...with two boys, it's impossible...I try to rest, but then someone needs help with the Wii and the other screams, "Mom!! I pooped on the poooooottttyyyy!" Both mean I have to pause Sherlock and get out of my bed.

Also, I tend to get bored just sitting, with the same view that happens to have a terrible paint job. Today I painted a wall in my bedroom to both assuage my boredom and cover up the awful red that was glaring at me for the last year. Why did I paint it red, why?

I've also been searching for the perfect color for my living room. Seven years ago it was painted a light gray olive color. Great for the time, but with the new bright, happy kitchen, I need something fresher. I tried yellow, or "Custard," to be more precise, no good. At noon it turned positively florescent.
Next, I tried a vintage green color. The darker green is "Everglades" and the lighter is "Key Largo" by Benjamin Moore. When you put any color on that particular wall in my living room, it darkens a bit. As if a few drops of gray were suddenly added. It's very strange. I have a darkening wall.
I adored the darker green. It was perfect for the yellow and red cabinets I have in the room, and looked delicious with my crazy fireplace. John thought it was "crazy." This from a man who cooks in my kitchen. He wanted something "grayer." So, I went exploring on the Benjamin Moore website and found "Wyeth Blue" the color of the year! Well, one can't go wrong with that...
It's okay. A little too plain for me, but John likes it so it's what I'm gonna paint. Unless he makes me mad on the day I decide to buy the paint...Then Everglades forever!

I included the photo below because the paint in the paint tray looked green and on my darkening wall, it turned blue. The difference is subtle and hard to capture with a camera, but crazy, right?!
Also, right before my surgery I tore out the carpet in my bedroom. We had previously torn out all the other carpet in the house and left our room alone. There was a leak somewhere in our roof and the path of least resistance was the corner of our bedroom. So we were NOT looking forward to seeing what was under carpet number 3. 

It always seemed insanely dusty in the room, though, so I had some tea and moved everything out, by myself, then ripped away. Trying to be dust free!

This is shot from my bedroom out to the hallway. It used to have sliced bit of the cheapest Home Depot berber carpet that I had cut with a knife and left for 5 years. Now you can see the continuous wood and my Flor carpet squares. (Those things have lasted forever!)
Here's the condition of the floor. It needs to be sanded and stuff. But that corner was exactly what we thought. A few years ago we went out of town during a rain storm. There was no one to put the pot under the leak and we came home to an obscenely wet floor that had buckled. When you stepped on it it was wavy, so we knew it was gonna be scary. When we bought the house, from our landlords, they bought us a new roof. No more leak! But sad floors.

I think we want to eventually put a new floor in the bedroom, hardwood because it's so tiny. But until then, I cut out the bad wood in corner and put a carpet over the exposed subfloor. Classy.
Even though the floor reveal was anti-climactic, it is still a 150% improvement from what was there. Bad, smelly berber carpet. The kind that's on a roll at Home Depot. 
It's no fun to start a project only to have to wait for a while to finish it. It took two years to finish my kitchen. Waiting for money and for the perfect time to do that part that requires and absence of kids and dogs. And also finding the perfect chair or lamp.

In design school we were asked which room in our client's house we think should be redone first. Most of us said the kitchen, because it where we spend most of our time. The correct answer? The bedroom. Because if you have a gorgeous bedroom, you'll be less stressed about any other construction. You'll have a lovely space at the end of the day to relax in. (And also it will be easier for the client to write those checks if they are standing in a beautiful, calming bedroom). And yet, I still haven't done anything to my own bedroom.

I'm gonna try not to think about that though. I have too many projects. I'm just gonna stare at my peonies and think of England.








Full Circus

Where have I been? I know! It's been sort of a whirlwind of adventures and tears. A few weeks ago, when John was sporadically always out of town, I swooped in and stole Hartwell away from pre-school for a mini Disneyland vacation. My boys like two things: Disneyland and hotels. They play hotel in their bedrooms. With key cards and a concierge. We stayed in the cheapest room at the Grand Californian and it was pretty delightful. Totally worth the extra $50 to stay in the park-ish.

These photos are the only ones I took those two days. They are enjoying a cotton candy reward because Hartwell pooped on the potty! There's more to it, but I'd hate to ruin your current cotton candy association.

It was their first cotton candy. (Okay, I bought them some once in a bucket, but it hardly compares to the delicious beehive goodness of a mound of sugar on a paper cone).

 I love how messy Hartwell's face is compared to Beckett's clean one. So like them.

 Next up, heliport! Our local heliport held an open house. The kids could check out four different helicopters, a SWAT truck, an official police dog, and get a free wiener! The pilot was really nice and explained what everything inside the helicopter does, how fuel is measured in pounds and showed him all the radios they use, (NOT to listen to Lady GaGa, I asked). The pilot then asked if Hartwell had any questions, and he surprised me by saying yes. His question? "Um,...I went to Disneyland!"
 I call this one "Melee at Yo Gabba Gabba Live."
 "White male, 52 inches tall, grey shirt, driving erratically."

 Ahhhh, deep breath! After spending two weeks alone with my knuckleheads, I hopped on a plane to Seattle to visit my mom and dad. ALONE! No children, no basset hound, no responsibilities. As vacations go, it was really great and I highly recommend it. I think my next vacation will be flying somewhere with some girlfriends, splitting hotel rooms, doing stuff I can't do with kids. My boys are still perfectly happy to go to the beach, but I'd like to go to the MOMA.

I took this photo on the two hour drive to Leavenworth, Washington. A lovely mountain town founded by Germans. Really cute and full vacation satisfaction. Quick note, people will get mad if you post it on facebook as "Germany-ish" and will tell you that they could see a USA Today. The jig is up!
 We mostly shopped and ate and, of course, drank coffee. Most of the stores were sort of Christmas or German, there were a few sassy vintage modern places, and one store that sold imported Russian items. My mom talked to the guy for awhile, as she is a collector of the lacquered boxes that he carried. Turns out none of hers are counterfeit because she bought them in Germany in the 80's.  Good to know. Will addendum!
I bought a carved wooden bear that has a ball and string hanging down and when you move it, the bear puts his shoe on.  It reminded me of Hartwell. He still can't put shoes on.
 On the way home we stopped by Snohomish, a small town full of antique/vintage stores. I wanted this set of dishes, but  I would cry if the boys broke a piece so we kept walkin'.
 On Saturday, we took a ferry to the San Juan Islands. A group of islands near the Canadian border that the British tried to snake. Take that, British! That's my dad. We were freezing our butts off on the deck trying to spot some orcas. But they, apparently, were not informed about my vacation. We did see some porpoises. Not as exciting.
 Can you see the house snuggled into the trees? Lovely.
 I took this one for John. He's a boat guy. As boats go, it was a pretty one.

On the last day my mom and I went back to antique stores and browsed like crazy. My suitcase was fuller than my dad after the Friday night seafood buffet, so I wasn't able to purchase more Pyrex.

I returned to Los Angeles Sunday night at midnight, after leaving my phone in Seattle and having a mini breakdown in the airport. Why are there no clocks? ! You'd think a person at an airport would enjoy a clock or two! And no phones! I had to search for a pay phone to try to catch my mom before she got on the freeway and was carried away by traffic undertow.

My phone was mailed the next day. Mostly I missed my watch and solitaire game.

A few days later, Hartwell had a birthday party to attend. A pink princess birthday party. So he and I designed a bag for his friend. He picked pink swirl fabric because it was just like Pinky Dinky Doo.
 And now we're back to peonies. The last ones lasted almost two weeks, so I bought another bunch for the kitchen. Magenta.
Delicious.