Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Welcome to My (New) Home, Part 2

Main floor powder room - I adore this wallpaper!

A house just isn't a home unless you have a pair of Wellies sitting around...

I bought these from Victorian Trading Post.

Here's another view of Sally's room, aka The Shabby Chic Living Room. Yes, I know. I'm absolutely crazy to have an all-white room with a black dog. That's okay, it's just furniture. She pretty much rules the roost at our house.

And here's yet another view. The lights on the flowered room divider are also from Victorian Trading Company. You'll notice one window has a pink panel draped from the top while the other one doesn't. I'm trying to decide if I like it better with or without.

Not all of the rooms are shabby chic, I'm just posting as I get everything put away and decorated. And if you're like me, which after visiting some of your blogs, I most of you are, we're never finished decorating, are we?

Monday, September 28, 2009

Welcome Home!

Did you think I'd skipped the country and forgotten you? Nah, that'll never happen.

I have, however, been up to my eyeballs in unpacking boxes, packages, decorating and all the things that come with moving. I'm still only half way done.

We are blessed with really big rooms in this house. And, of course, I am one of these people that has to fill up every nook, cranny and wall space with something, which drives my family nuts, because I am always arranging, rearranging, and pounding nails in the wall.
I make no apologies.
I will apologize for my terrible photography skills, though. I can't seem to take a picture that's not just a little blurry, or off center. Unfortunately these shots just don't do it justice.
This is a reading nook in a corner of the not-sor-formal, formal living room where I sit and thumb through my decorating magazines. Victoria, Southern Lady, Romantic Homes, and my absolute favorite, Romantic Country, are where I get most of my inspiration.

It's also where Sophia and I make goo-goo eyes at each other when she comes to visit. We hide out from the rest of the world and Grandma sings to her. And while maybe the rest of the world doesn't appreciate my vocal talent, you can see by the look on her sweet face that she thinks Grandma's singing is just fine.

She is also a huge part of my inspiration for decorating this house. I want Grandma's house to be a magical place, just like my Grandma's house was to me, not only as a child, but well into my adult life, as well.

The above picture of this 1940's flapper lady is one of my favorites. Notice the hat boxes and tea cup? You'll find that I'm obsessed with things like these when it comes to decorating. You just can't have too many and I'm always on the lookout for more.

Sally in her favorite spot

I'm trying to get as much done as possible because next week I'll be taking a trip to Missouri for a few days.
It's my first trip in 2 and 1/2 years. My first trip back since the purchase of the farm fell through. That broke my heart so bad that I haven't even been able to visit since then. Stepping back, of course, it's so much easier to put all that in perspective. Me, there? Sophia here? That just wouldn't have worked.
No, siree. I am right where I want to be.

Monday, September 14, 2009

What every wife dreads as she gets older....

The 'other' woman.
I promised Mr. T when I started this blog that I wouldn't write about anything 'personal' that goes on between us. And up until now, there wasn't anything worth blogging about.
We get along great.
I have been very conscientious about 'keepin' my man happy.'
I'm not a bad cook. I keep a nice home. I can count on one hand how many times he's seen me without makeup or with 'bad hair.'
I thought everything was fine. Good! Great!
I never saw this coming.
I mean, sure, I've seen plenty of marriages end because a husband has transferred his affections to a much younger woman.
Never in a million years did I ever think it would happen to me.
But it has.
She's young, vibrant, beautiful. How can I compete with that?
The fact is I can't. So what is that saying - 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em'?
That shouldn't be hard at all.....

Friday, September 11, 2009

Where you were when the world stopped turnin' on that September day...

(words by Alan Jackson)

It was such a beautiful fall day in Virginia on the outskirts of DC. My parents and I were headed into town to take a tour of the Capital Building. I'd just moved here a few weeks earlier so this was a first for me, too.

Mr. T had called to tell me about the first plane in NYC that had hit the tower. Of course, my first thought was that it was a small commuter plane. When the radio announcer confirmed the second hit I thought, "Uh-oh, someone at the FAA is going to be in big trouble." A terrorist attack never even occurred to me.

A few minutes later the radio announcer screamed that a plane had hit the Pentagon. We felt a rumble and immediately saw the smoke and fire.

I was torn about what to do. Do I go ahead and try to make into the city, or turn around and go home and wait for the kids to come home from school? 17 year old Rachael was tough as nails. She'd be scared - we all were - but I could call her periodically. She could handle her little brothers queries. She was a second mother to him and he'd just as soon have her when a crisis erupts as he would me. However, I soon found out there was no phone service.

I thought about sending my parents home with the car and then I'd metro in to meet Jay, but it was their first visit and they didn't think they could find their way home. I learned later that the metros were shut down anyway, so I would have been stuck with no transportation as well as no way to communicate.

Sitting at home waiting for the kids, (not knowing what information they'd been given at school), we were glued to the television. I'll never forget Tom Brokaw's panicked voice, "There is another plane headed towards Washington. If you're within blocks of the White House you're in iminent danger."

Mr. T's office is 2 blocks from the White House. All I can do is sit and watch the news coverage of everyone scrambling in a hundred different directions. I hope I'll spot him, but of course, I don't.

Calls from 'back home' start trickling into my cell phone. Sonya wants to know "what's happening up there? We're watching the news and now gas prices are soaring to $5.00 per gallon." (To this day I have a very hard time forgiving the gas station owners that price gouged.)

I can't call out, but people can call in! This is good! I give each person that calls in an assignment.

Sonya is to call Mr. T's cell phone and find out if he is okay. I hold my breath until she calls me back and tells me his is safe. He will be home as soon as he knows all the people that work for him are on their way home and that everyone has someplace to go. He might be bringing a car load home with him if any one is afraid of being alone. He'll be home as soon as he can. Don't worry. Yeah, right.

My grandmother job is to call Rachael at school, let her know we've made it safely home, and then call Mr. T's Mom and let her know that we're all okay.

'As soon as he can' ends up being about 6 hours later. 7-year-old Will is huddled safely in his daddy's arms while we watch events unfold.

Life as we knew it is over.

"Daddy, are we going to die?" he asked.

"I don't know." We never lie to our children.

For as much as I've complained about city life and going back home, I am so thankful that I was here. There was never anyplace else that I wanted to be on that day.

What are your memories?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Whew! What a whirlwind! We finally got everything into the new house. I'll post pictures soon and when I do you'll see why I haven't written anything in a while!

First of all, I can't find anything! We've had to eat with plastic utensils and paper plates - which is a big no-no at my house - because I can't find silverware. Thought I was going to have to wear Mr. T's boxers and a sweatshirt one day.

However, I did take a short break to read "Social Climbers" by Beth Dunn. It was a fun, easy read. Very light hearted. I'd unpack a box then rush back to read another chapter.

I think it would make a really good movie. Kind of like "Confessions of a Shopaholic" and "Legally Blonde". (Go for it, Beth!)

Well, summer has come to an end. My Will has started high school, which was really a tear-jerking moment for me. How did this happen? He's only 3!

Yes, time flies. Today would have been Jayson's (our middle baby) 22nd birthday. Do you know that every year on this day I wake up at 12:30 a.m.(the exact time he was born)? Isn't that strange? I was so exhausted last night I knew that it wouldn't happen this year. I just knew I'd sleep right through. But when I heard Sally (the dog) whining to come inside, sure enough, the clock read '12:25.' I guess no matter how long it's been, he'll make sure Mama never forgets him. As if.
On a happier note, my beloved Dixie (my vintage suburban) went to her new home on Tuesday. My goodness, you'd have thought she was a shiny new Beamer or Benz the way that sweet lady went on and on about her. That warmed my heart. As they drove off, Mr. T asked, "Are you okay?" After all, Ol' Dix had really gotten me through some tough times in my life.
It was a beautiful, bright full moon, and the road glistened from the dampness resulting from an earlier evening shower. She looked beautiful as she drove away out of sight.
"How can I not be 'okay'," I replied. "She is going somewhere where she will truly be loved and appreciated."
The new owner is 52 years old and it's the first vehicle she's ever had in her life. She says the whole demeanor in her home has changed now that they have a car. Seriously, how can I not be okay with that?