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My bedroom – progress report

Greeting from Dullsville! I haven’t been posting much recently because my life recovering from surgery has been really boring. As it should be, I guess.

Before my surgery, I began taking steps to overhaul the look of my bedroom. I ordered a new bed and dresser, hoping both would be ready for delivery pre-op (they were not).

Naturally Pottery Barn emailed to offer 9/21, my surgery date, as the first available delivery date.

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I eventually removed the packing materials

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My new home

Would you like to see it? Yes? Cool!

Here’s a sneak peek but I’ll do a full post once I am better settled.

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OK, you probably weren’t looking for the neat and clean, before I moved my junk in pics. I’ll try again soon. As always, I am taking my time decorating (aka I am lazy). Continue reading

Guest post: Going Home

You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.

The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.

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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.

I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.

I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.

I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.

There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.

Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.

Hopefully your weekend was better than mine

I woke up Friday with the start of a bad cold. At work, a friend gave me her “Wellness” supplement and told me to take all six at once.

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I gulped them down and then Googled. Three is the recommended dose. Oops.

Spoiler: I’m still alive.

Saturday was worse so I missed brunch with the visiting Candace and a Halloween party with Eliza. Big bummer x 2.

Eliza loves Halloween. Check out her costume.

While I love my apartment, on a sunny weekend, it’s not the best place to be sick. So bright. I should invest in a sleep mask.

I watched a lot of Law & Order.

Make me jealous: tell me about your weekend. What’s your Halloween costume?

An alternative to Crate and Barrel’s Dubois mirror

You may remember that I posted about the evil Crate and Barrel Dubois mirror.

To reiterate, Dubois mirrors are notoriously difficult to hang and some don’t even match-up with respect to size and hanging mechanism.

I recently got a catalog from Art.com (catalog? How retro!) and noticed their gold bevel mirror. Although they lack the distressed look of the Dubois mirror, they are much less expensive than Crate and Barrel’s Dubois mirror.

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From the web site and catalog, I couldn’t tell if the hanging mechanism is an improvement or not so I emailed customer service. They kindly let me know that hanging wire and hardware are included with the mirror.

Sweet!

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I have to have it: true New Yorker poster

Via Two Arms Inc.

 

Thanks to Blue Carrot Shop for making me aware of Two Arms Inc. Now I have to decide if it’s new decor for home or my office.

If you aren’t into New York (!) you might like this or this instead.

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The drive

There’s a point on Route 46 East in New Jersey where you hit the top of a small hill and get your first glimpse of the New York City skyline.

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Every single time, this drive makes my heart ache.

I remember being a little girl and visiting my Aunt Mar in Parsippany with my mother and grandmother. Sometimes we’d leave her apartment and go into the city for a few hours or two stay the night.

Later, the view meant that I was returning home after a visit to my family in Scranton.

For ten years, while I lived in DC, I didn’t see that view very often. Which is probably why that glimpse of skyline still feels like a gift a year and a half after making my return.

The leaving made the return sweeter.

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