This Friday finds me a little drained . . . adjusting to my new schedule is, well, an adjustment. I’m pretty sure I’m going to love having Fridays off and we just found out today that JT is approved to work a 4-day week as well so we’ll be able to have adventures together. Our plan for this weekend is to hit up the Phoenix Public Market followed by Micro Dwell 2014. I may have finagled an Ikea trip in there as well.
Image via Micro Dwell
Image via Phoenix Public Market
So I’m excited for my weekend. What do you have going on for yours? We’re off to a good start as the blog got a sweet mention over at third story(ies)! Cheers – CT
I know I’ve been a little on the gloom and doom side of things lately but I have to say this whole relocating across the country with about a month worth of notice was HARD! It’s an amazing adventure and I’m so glad we did it but there was a lot of ups and downs on this roller coaster of relocation. I feel like the final piece finally fell into place when I started my new job last Monday.
I was able to find a great place in a firm that specializes in education design, very similar to what I was doing in St. Louis. It’s a small office and everyone has been very welcoming so far. The office is set up to do four 10 hour days and then have Fridays off. Now that we’re settled in down here in Phoenix, I’m excited for long three-day weekends so we can go on road trips to California or Las Vegas or Flagstaff or wherever the mood takes us (Mexico maybe? Who knows.) They say things always work out the way they’re supposed to be in the end but there were most definitely a few months there where I wasn’t so sure. I’m happy (now) that I stuck it out and held out for a job that really suits me and takes my career a step forward. Cheers! CT
A few years ago Joanna Goddard from A Cup of Jo put out an interesting challenge – memorize a poem. It struck me as such an ingenious idea and an almost lost art. I have always loved poetry and never read it anymore. I have two small books, one of the works of Edgar Allen Poe and another “Great Sonnets” edited by Paul Negri that I used to read and recite (to myself in my room) as an outlet to all my teenage angst. And as I’m obviously very into furniture, I love how one of Jo’s readers said memorized poetry is like “mental furniture” and I can just picture beautiful chairs representing each memorized verse populating a gorgeous sitting room in my brain.
Imagine my surprise when Downton Abbey characters Isobel and Violet begin discussing one of my oft-read poems on the opening show of this latest season.
(Image via Vision TV)
I love when Mrs. Crawley and the Dowager Countess get all feisty on each other but this discussion about Christina Rossetti’s poem Remember was not an argument about flower arranging or who to hire for their wait staff. They were talking about Mrs. Crawley and her grief for her lost son Matthew (um belated spoiler alert, he died).
Today marks the 10 year anniversary of the passing of my father. He was 51, I was 23. Had I been writing this blog ten years ago, I don’t know that I could have written anything legible about this topic. I was devastated and dropped deep into a gulf of grief. I remembered Rossetti’s poem and I looked to it for comfort. Not much was to be had – it was too soon. I shared it with my mother hoping it could help her in some small way. Today I’m sharing it with you.
Remember by Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far that you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
(An old-school selfie back from the days of film cameras when you were never quite sure how much if any of your face was going to be in the picture.)
My dad was quiet to those who didn’t know him and such a goof to his family and friends. While it is so easy to be sad for the time I didn’t get with him, I instead choose to think about what an amazing time we did have. I find that now, ten years on, I don’t have to forget to smile. Often times my memories can make me laugh out loud.
I’ve been keeping my eye on West Elm pretty close since I figured out that the Pottery Barn Gift Card I won at Neotini last year can also be used at West Elm. I’ve doubled down and am also hoarding a 10% W.E. discount card from the mymove.com address change (along with one for Wayfair and Home Depot) so it’s just a matter of time now . . .
The mailer came the other day and while perusing it, came across a familiar blue.
At the time we picked out Sherwin Williams Bosporus for the music room and then the kitchen, I worried it was a little more bright than all the other richer navy hues I was seeing around the interwebs. I’m a sapphire girl though so we went for it and loved living with it. Now we live in a much larger but much beiger space and I’ve begun to realize the impact that paint colors can have on your life (and your mood . . .)
Our little old house is still listed for sale (here) and they redid the photos to show it empty. It’s very sad. The good news in all this is that we don’t actually own the St. Louis house anymore, JT’s company bought us out as part of his relocation package. The stress of having two housing payments is one I am glad we do not have. The bad part is that I have seen these pictures and I can’t unsee them . . .
(The shower curtain my mom ran out and grabbed at Target on move-out day because leaving that tiny bathroom without a shower curtain was too depressing. The blue is nice.)
I know they want to show the house as it really is, but compared to the last pictures (in this post), these are so poorly lit and unfocused that it’s hard to get a true perspective of the space. All in all, these new pictures have left me feeling a little blue. I just want somebody to come along and love our little house – it has so much potential and so much amazing blue! Cheers – CT
So I sound like a soft-talking third grader navigating this tour and my iPhone camera work is shaky at best, but I took the plunge and filmed a quick video tour of our main living spaces.
I saw on Apartment Therapy that we have what is known as “dorm yellow walls“. It’s about to make me crazy, living in this beige box that could be so beautiful as a white box. And it’s everywhere – so many walls and ceiling planes – that if I were to start painting one or two it would become a three-month long painting extravaganza just to get this thing fixed up. And then there’s the trim. Sigh.
We did paint a few walls – the wall behind the entertainment center and the wall with the console table on it were painted a lovely baby-shit brown when we moved in. We did our best to match the paint and covered those up immediately. The only photographic proof I have is a yellowed iPhone pic . . .
So that’s that. Happy Friday everyone!
It’s an age-old conundrum – once you are seeking something specific, you cannot find it. The universe hides it from you (or something). Well universe I need a set of shelves for my kitchen and you can stop playing around now, okay!
Here’s what I’m blabbering about:
Why leave such a random hole in such a random place. Run the counter top to the corner. Put in a few more cabinets. You’re killing me Smalls.
What’s really killing me is Craigslist. I think I may have taken St. Louis offerings for granted but the general style in Phoenix seems to be too much money, not enough good taste.
Above is what I have been finding when I search “baker’s rack” on Craigslist Phoenix. Not quite our style here at Living Analog.
So, like my “Dreaming Of” post, I thought I’d be more proactive in this needle-in-a-haystack search and tell you guys what I am looking for. For starters something like this gorgeous industrial bakers rack via Hudson Goods. This one was listed for $1089 . . . .
Or the amazing Decker Bookcase from Anthropologie at a mere $798 . . .
And one runner-up – the Emerson Bookcase from World Market as styled and lived with by the lovely Jones Design Company. Getting better on price at $349 but still too wide for my weird little space.
I did find something to buy on Craigslist under my search term “shelves” . . .
Really stunning but at $850 and with nowhere to put it, someone else is going to have to buy this beauty. (Pretty please and let me visit it. Thanks.)
So that’s what I’m searching for. A three-foot wide set of shelves that is maybe around seven-foot tall. With glass or metal or wood or whatever combination of those makes sense. I know it’s out there and I’m going to keep on keeping on until I find it. What are you searching for? Any particular item that just eludes your grasp? Let’s commiserate. Cheers – CT
Well I have picked up a few household goods on my thrifting expeditions. When I was out at Goodwill and grabbed up the sandals, I also saw a little piece of marble looking for a new home.
For $2.99 I saw it and immediately formulated a plan. How my brain can rationalize a purchase while I stand in the aisle of the thrift store and look at something is a special talent I appear to have honed. At any rate, here’s the plan: Cake stand makeover.
This one. It has a dirty secret.
This poor little cake stand (a Pottery Barn wedding gift) was broken somewhere around the vicinity of 8 years ago. I managed to glue it back together fairly cleanly, but the crack line was still visible. So to hide it, I would use double-stick tape and cute scrapbook paper over the top to match whatever color scheme of whatever party/event I was using it at. However this is not the most cleanly of uses for daily life. Sub in marble for scrapbook paper and we have a much more permanent and beautiful solution.
The marble round had little ceramic feet attached to it which I vanquished in 5 minutes with the help of a heat gun and a scraper blade.
When I was standing in the aisle at Goodwill, I was thinking the marble trivet would probably be a tad larger than my cake stand but it turns out they are dead on the same size.
So far it is working out well and my little cake stand is really more of a produce stand. There’s a place around the corner called “Summer’s Fruit Barn” that I visit usually at least twice a week. The produce here in AZ is all so fresh and cheap, it’s great for a veg head like me. Today’s tangerines looks so cheerful on their new (old but revamped) marble throne.
(Sorry for the tight shot here – there’s something going on back there that I’m saving for a later post . . . anticipation!)