imagining

No pictures today.

Rather, I invite you to use your imagination. It's what I do when I can't seem to wait ANY LONGER for our new kitchen to be up & running .

I close my eyes and imagine an antique general store counter, re-vamped into a kitchen island. It will have a re-purposed slab of black slate on top. In its earlier life, this slate was a chalk-board in the old Madrid School. Teachers would write homework assignments upon it. Naughty students would copy "I will not bring my pet mouse to class and terrorize the girls with it" one hundred times. The writing would get messier and tipsier as the sentences progressed.

That's my imagination working overtime.

Take a deep breath and picture this: maple cabinetry with a butternut stain, custom made by our favorite cabinet-maker. He's our favorite because he's the only one we know. Plus, I like his wife a lot.

These amazing cabinets will be built in this simple style. But even better, they will actually OPEN and CLOSE, which is a trick my present cabinets have yet to master. Actually, some of the existing doors do open, but in a willy-nilly style; as in when ones' head is in the way because one is chopping walnuts and one is not anticipating a cabinet door which is redolent of a hamster cage swinging open and hitting one in the ear.

Just saying, is all. Not really complaining; just saying.

Back to imagining. How about this? A double-bowl corian sink that has a river view.....with a sprayer that doesn't have a tricky handle which sticks and then sprays the next unfortunate soul who turns the tap on. This happened numerous times until we figured out that the present sprayer was a tool of the devil. Or at least the tool of #1 Son who angelically does the dishes very late at night after everyone has gone to bed but then forgets that mom will fill the coffee pot with cold tap water the next morning when she is barely awake.

Hey, how about this? A countertop that is not made of two-inch tiles that need to be scrubbed when flour and then egg white and then powdered sugar is strewn upon it. A countertop that does not illicit unintentional outbursts of mirth from people who see it for the first time. (although, truth be told, a few friends with retro-taste have actually liked the Moroccan blue...and when one calls it "Moroccan blue", I almost like it.)

(Almost.)

I will go on imagining in this way, for therapy's sake. And when the new, extremely improved, sanity-saving, user-friendly, temper-tantrum -free, budget-blowing kitchen is DONE,

I will be forced to start imagining another project.

progress

The check list for the back wing goes something like this:

wiring? done.
insulation? done.
office & guest room sheet-rock hung? done.

12' pieces of sheet-rock hung? done.
phone conferences about next week's trip to the Dominican Republic? done.

Hubby has been full steam ahead on the home-front project. Here, he looks over all his accounting & bills for the next few weeks. On Tuesday, he and his best buddy fly to the DR for another series of adventures.

When he comes home, he will hit the ground running, so to speak. A few short weeks later, we have the kitchen installation scheduled! All must be ready by then.....

It's been an exciting winter here at our old stone home!

the back wing

The back wing is getting some big attention today and for the next few weeks. As declared by our G.C. and Lord of the Manor: "Let's git 'er done."

Here he is, in all his contractor-glory.
This is the Loft.
I'm not sure why we needed a Loft. But we do. So we will have one.

Up in the Loft, one can think lofty thoughts. There will be an extra bed. Maybe some exercise equipment. And way-cool built-in bookshelves. Oh, and a great view of the river -compliments of the windows the guys installed at the peak.

Please do not feed the monkeys. They are on a strict diet of grilled ham & cheese sandwiches, chips, and juice.

If this monkey behaves himself -and also finishes the wiring on the back wall -he may receive a fistful of jam thumbprint cookies.

The Lady of the Manor is very excited to see things shaping up!

dining room dreams

I spent some sweet time at the little yellow house around the corner last evening.

While dawdling a little one with wispy red hair on my knees, I laughed uproariously with three other kiddies as we watched a Winnie the Pooh video. The part when Pooh gets his big bottom stuck in Rabbit's front door sent us into a tizzy, with kids rolling over the couch while holding their stomachs in hilarity.

I had forgotten how much I love love love Winnie the Pooh. And hiney-humor is all the more over-the-top when shared with people under the age of 7.

After tucking the pajama-ed darlings into their beds, (and after a few gentle shush-es from the responsible adult in charge)- I settled into a comfy spot with a quilt and a few magazines. I haven't looked into a magazine since last year.

haha.

Here are a few things that excited me:

-the paint in this room
(click on to slide #3 for the best view)

-these frames displayed against a very similar color

-this chandelier. Our long harvest table would require two of them, though!

When I spotted that shade of paint on those pages, my eyes were entranced. It is the exacto-mundo shade that adorns the (future) dining room at our old stone home. Back in June, I was not sure if it was a keeper. But now that I am completely sold on it, I see it everywhere.

Friend #7 says she "discovered" it, although she hasn't yet been able to dig up the copyright FOR A COLOR.

Anyway. I have the proper accoutrements to accompany this perfect shade of blue/green/gray. An old manila envelope in my dresser drawer contains some treasure: breathlessly beautiful old black-and-white photos of Hubby's father as a child. Click here for details.

Won't they look wonderful in the dining room?