Today is Black Friday. And even though I know it's named that for the sales that are made today, putting businesses in the black heading into the Christmas season, there is really nothing black about this day for me.
Coming off the heels of a beautiful Thanksgiving Day in Atlanta, my heart is full and continues to feel gratefulness like I haven't felt in awhile. I've made a new commitment to try and live each day more gratefully, and only because I've recently realized that when you stop counting your blessings, you allow all manner of anger, bitterness, resentment and such to take up space in your heart and a heart of gratefulness really has no room for that. It's like one pushes out the other and it is up to us to decide which will reside in our hearts.
When we first started #our1892adventure, we had no idea what we were up against. But as people doing what they love sometimes do, we dove in head first and sunk our heart, soul, and strength into it. Nearing the end of this renovation project, we found ourselves physically and emotionally depleted with a depleted bank account, and lacking in just about every arena you could imagine. When you are in this state of "existence," you see how you've let some of the important things in your life slip by the wayside and not get the attention needed for health and wellbeing. Like your personal state of mind. Your spiritual state of being. Your relationships with others...maybe even your very own marriage. Sometimes you really don't even realize it until you find yourself standing at the edge of a large canyon and there is a mountain lion on your heels. Do you jump and know you're jumping to your death or do you take your chances with the lion and hope for a miracle? This is how I've felt at times and, believe me, it is not a pretty place to be (no matter how beautiful that mountain lion and canyon is). In times like these, you have to take a step back, ask yourself again (for about the millionth time in your life) what is it that you're wanting in life and reassess the present situation so as to align yourself in that direction. Sometimes we become so focused on the immediate job at hand that we allow it to drain us of all our resources and even our state of mind becomes a needy entity for which there remains nothing left within you to nurture it for the days ahead. You find youself numb, empty, and on the verge of being emotionally alone.
I think this is why I love Thanksgiving more than any other holiday. And that is saying a lot since I am a die-hard Christmas lover. Thanksgiving forces us to take a look at our lives, what is surrounding us, re-focus on the priorities that bring us happiness, and to truly be thankful for the good in our lives. No matter what hard times have faced us in the year, Thanksgiving is the time to dig deep (or maybe some don't have to) to remember the things that are good and truly grateful-worthy. Do you have a roof over your head and food in your mouth? Do you have clothes on your back and peace surrounding you? Do you have even one person in your life who loves you fiercely? Now, I am fully aware there are those out there who might not have any of these things, but only when we take care of ourselves by embracing the good we have can we be strong enough to help others. I pray that Thanksgiving has brought you even one tiny step closer to remembering all that is good in your life. Because others are counting on you and you need gratefulness to be all you can be for them...for your spouse...for your child...for your aging parents...for the person in your life who sees you as their example of hope for the future. I know that sounds really heavy, but to whom much is given, much is required. Isn't that what the good book says?
Now, all that being said, I can finally(!!!!) announce that #our1892adventure is officially on the market and for that I am EXTREMELY grateful. It has been a long, hard ride on a bony horse that has given me bumps and bruises on my backside and thrown me to the ground more times than I can count (metaphorically speaking), and one that I will not soon forget! I'm not quite ready to ride again, but when I do I'm looking for a younger version who won't be so ornery! This ol' 125-year-old gal has just about done us in! But, of course, with Christmas a mere month away now, I had to see how she'd look all dolled up for the holidays and, if I say so myself, she's a beaut! Living here is another blessing I've had to come to realize. No matter how long we're here, having a time of enjoying the love and hard work we've put into this project has given me new perspective and for that I am sincerely grateful.
Wishing you love, peace, and a tuly thankful heart...
"It didn't matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it."
- Peter Buffett
Have you ever noticed when you're in a crunch to get out the door that the last 30 minutes before you are to leave fly by like a nano-second? It does with me. I can be going along at a good pace, having allowed plenty of time to do all the necessary things I have to do to be prepared and then in the last 30 minutes everything falls apart. Either I have to change clothes one more time due to indecision or spilling my coffee again or I get a phone call that I have to take or -- well, I think I'd be safe to say you know exactly what I'm talking about. Something inevitably happens to delay your departure at the time you planned. Case in point: Even though we begin with ample time to get my sweet little P off to the bus stop, we sometimes end up with: "Finish your breakfast or we'll be late! Brush your teeth -- do a good job but do it quickly! Show me just how fast you can put those socks and shoes on!" Thank goodness this is the exception and not the rule, but for some reason those last 30 minutes seem to evaporate into thin air.
You'll probably agree that we're heading into one of the busiest times of the year with holiday preparations and such. I simply cannot believe we're just three short weeks away till we celebrate Thanksgiving and officially head into the Christmas season. Of course, if you ever venture out into retail territory you know that Christmas has already officially been ushered in. Christmas trees and baubles and pretties abound and, as much as I've tried to resist the urge, I have finally given myself permission to look at Christmas decor and dream a little bit about what mine might look like this year. But with our house on the market, who knows if I'll even be here for Christmas? I might be spending Christmas in an extended-stay hotel like I did Easter a couple years back. For all the many reasons I am glad my eldest daughter is back in the Atlanta area, celebrating the holidays is one of the top ones. Because I know that no matter where we are (as in where we're hanging our hat at the moment), we are always welcome at our daughter's beautiful home and have the privilege of sharing in the new traditions she is making with her little family. It's one of my greatest blessings for which I'll be thankful on November 22nd.
We are now in the "last 30 minutes" of our #1892adventure. We are literally hours away from our real estate listing going live, and THERE IS STILL SO MUCH TO DO-----EEEEEK!
I sat down recently to compose a final punch-out list for the house, and it actually grows a bit with each passing day. It seems as though you can always think of something to do still -- one final tweak...one last correction...one little thing that will hopefully make everything picture-perfect. But I am one who knows only too well from experience that there is no such thing as perfection and, if you try to attain it, you will be a sad little person. Because there is always something that in your mind seems absolutely necessary, but is it really? So what if every little thing isn't perfect? Let's not deceive ourselves into thinking that others EVER see us as perfect. They don't. We all have our little dents and dings, but we're trying all the time to do better, be better, live better, and that's okay. Let's just be ourselves and let all those little dents and dings just hang out and become part of who we are. We're much more interesting that way anyway. If you're waiting till your house is perfect before you have friends over, don't. It'll never be perfect no matter how hard you try, and you'll miss out on one of life's greatest joys: Spending time with friends and family.
One of our last jobs to complete on the house has been giving the living/dining room fireplace some extra love. The ol' girl probably looked pretty good for 125 years old, but there were a few things we wanted to do to spruce her up. It's so interesting (thinking of perfection, that is), to see how people in the past felt about this fireplace. They weren't the least bit interested in how she looked but, as this was their only source of heat, how she worked. When warmth and air started to slip out of the crumbling mortar on the chimney, what did they do? They piled more mortar on to plug those holes and keep the heat in! Over the years, later folks decided that covering the old fireplaces would be the next best thing to them not being there (after central heating), and for many, many years they stood behind the walls. They were things of utility, not beauty. Having centralized heating was what those folks were proud of! But we have set these old sentinels free, and have given them the opportunity to shine once more and to be what they truly are...works of art...pieces of history...parts of past lives that deserve to be recognized for their roles in the last 125 years.
So now that we are in "the last 30 minutes" of this renovation, it's sometimes hard to believe it because it's been the hardest job we've ever worked on. There were days that seemed to last forever holding problems that at the moment had no solutions and where we fell into bed dog-tired at night. But one thing I know: Every job finally does get completed and you can look back in wonder at all you've been able to accomplish. I cannot let those last 30 minutes derail me trying to reach for unattainable perfection. I will just let this house stand for who she is...a 125-year-old hardworking gal who, like me, has her own unique imperfections.
And she is all the more beautiful for them.
"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time."
- Thomas A. Edison
Around this time every year when the temperature finally breaks from the low nineties to the high seventies, I begin to believe that summer is (finally!) relenting and allowing autumn to take her place center stage. After all, she is the favorite actor in nature's display of seasonal wonders for most people. So also around this time I begin to diligently search for found objects that I can use in my displays throughout the season, until I've had enough of acorns and muted dryness and am more than ready to usher in the glitz and glamour of Christmas decor in all its glittery glory. God knew we'd only be able to stand four to six weeks of the stunning beauty autumn has to offer and the sadness we'd feel at her faded-out departure. You can't appreciate the beauty without the ugly of winter that follows fall.
But in my quest to do just that (find objects, that is), I've been almost totally unsuccessful in finding some pretty leaves. Collecting leaves in fall is one of my favorite things to do...kind of like collecting seashells on the beach. But as the trees in this part of the country have only begun to tempt us with their slowly changing chameleon-like attire, they are few and far between. I've even ventured a tad farther north to the land of Blue Ridge where I love to go every year, but alas there were none to be found there, either. There are myriad philosophies I've heard over the years as to why leaves change when they do and how vibrant they are from season to season. I've heard it has to do with the amount of rain we've had over the summer: if a lot of rain, the leaves will do this; if not enough rain, the leaves will do that. I've heard that it has everything to do with the length of days or whether or not you've had a frost. Do you want to know what I think? I think they decide to change whenever they're good and ready. And although I'm sure there is a scientific study out there that tells definitively without a doubt why leaves vary so greatly from one year to the next, please don't alert me to it. I prefer to remain in the dark and just let autumn surprise me each year with her finicky fanaticism. I've learned to take whatever she hands out and be grateful for it.
And you know me, in my head when I get to thinking about nature, I always seem to somehow correlate it to the plight of human beings.
We too can be moody and unpredictable, don't you think? Sometimes the very thing that brought us extreme happiness last month might fall short this month. Sometimes we can surprise people when they realize how we've changed over the years (or maybe not changed at all). Sometimes we refuse to change and want to stay that stubborn shade of humbug green that we've been wearing all summer long. But, as we know, change is inevitable in life and, no matter how much you might hate change OR love change, there is only so much one can do to bring it about or stop it from happening. It doesn't matter how hard you try sometimes, how much money you might have, how much you've prepared, or how many good decisions you've tried to make, life has a way of sending change your direction just like nature sends us fall every single year. And with it, we can embrace change or make ourselves miserable stuck in an endless cycle of stubborn rebellion. Kind of like my almost-two-year-old granddaughter when you ask her if she has a poopy, and she repeatedly says no but you can smell if from across the room. She doesn't yet have the insight to realize how much more comfortable she'll be if she'll only let Nana get her cleaned up. Change can totally be our friend.
As we take our final ascent into fall, I hope that you can embrace the changing seasons and the seasons of change you might be experiencing in your personal life. When change is not wanted, it can be really hard. Sometimes, when it's thrust upon us, we feel like we can't breathe. We might feel life may never be the same, and maybe it won't. But most times, if we take these moments in life and allow them to help us slow down and take that breath and wait patiently for the outcome, we'll be able to see exactly where those changes might take us, and even winter has its glories.
As for my foliage search? Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands. I will not be taking any trips this season farther north than, well, Georgia, so you gotta do what you gotta do. Over the weekend, while at our local Target shopping center, I noticed that the small sugar maples in the parking lot have finally begun to have tinges of red at the top. Even they are late bloomers because I've seen those trees change as early as August before. I enlisted the hubs as my getaway driver, made sure the coast was clear, plucked a few sprigs off a tree, and took off. Yep, you heard me right; I flat-out stole them! But with the happiness they're bringing me right now on my kitchen window sill, I don't think anyone would deprive me of that little joy. And for the rest of my leaf-changing pleasures this season, I'll just have to wait for Mother Nature to do it in her own time. It might even be Thanksgiving before we see fall's true glory down here in Jawja. Unlike our Pacific Northwest friends who are unashamedly posting glorious images of fall foliage (stop bragging, you guys!), we do things a bit slower here in the south.
Happy fall, y'all!
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
- George Eliot
I have found in my years it's highly likely that any person at any given time will be in the midst of their present situation or job or endeavor, not really there in mind and soul, but actually living regretfully in the past or anxiously in the future. I, for one, have caught myself doing that time and time again and, as hard as it is, somehow I drag myself back into the present, trying fully to be "present in the present" before once again the past or the future begin to tug at me, threatening to judge me for what's come before or condemn me for the future I desire.
Have you ever been there? It's a giant tug-of-war in my life.
So what is the "present"? The present can be many things. It can be the hardest thing you've ever done. It can be pain and suffering. It can be a transitional period. It can be your happiest moment (even though you may or may not know it at the time). It can be a time of learning and growth. It can be a nightmare. It can be a fantasy. It might be everything you've ever dreamed of or everything you've always dreaded. But here's the thing about the present: It most surely will pass, at which time it will become the past and lead you into the future. But I've found, sometimes much to my disappointment (or to my exhilaration), the present usually passes as quickly as it comes, and then you're moving onto the next thing. Sometimes that's a blessed occurrence and other times you realize you were not in such a bad place after all.
Transition, for me, has been a given the last ten years of my life and now that I'm in my "senior" years (really?), I find myself longing for stability. For the first part of the last decade, I suffered with breast cancer. I was diagnosed in the late summer and found my autumn and winter months filled with chemotherapy sessions, surgeries, and the "present" situation of being the sickest I've ever been. There were days when I felt as though I was hanging in the middle, somewhere between life and death. That Christmas was the hardest Christmas of my life. With no energy to make the holiday a special family time, I was in the depths of a huge pity-party and literally (not meaning to) ran my family off where I sat alone for most of the day after Christmas, my faithful kitty at my side. Thankfully, he didn't so much mind my foul state of mind. But, as present situations do, that time passed (albeit very slowly), I got my strength back, and things pretty much returned to normal. Today, except for the ugly scars left and the uglier memories, it's hard to remember the actual pain and suffering. And even though it was probably the hardest time of my life, I look back on it now and realize how much I grew during that time. Today I believe I am a stronger person, and I owe a lot of that to my experience with breast cancer.
Since that time my life has truly changed in my activities from day to day. When the hubs and I re-did our first little house in Alabama, I had no idea that it would lead to buying and renovating houses and become a lifestyle for us. We have lived in most of the houses we've renovated and it's been hard at times. That scenario has included moving many times, living in apartments along the way, even an RV for a short period (remember that one?!), periods of moving furniture in and out of storage, and having long droughts of uncertainty. It definitely has had its moments of excitement but, as I've gotten older, transition is becoming less and less attractive to me, and now I find myself longing for a place I can call my permanent home, a place where I can remain until they take me out feet first, as they say.
But in and between these times of transition when I almost always encounter struggle and hardship, I have moments of epiphany where I inherently know deep down that there is a purpose for what I am experiencing at the present moment. Am I being groomed for something in the future? (maybe) Am I being punished for something in the past? (haha, just kidding) Am I just being taught another hard life lesson of patience? (probably) But I really try to take time to reflect on my present and see how it can make me a better, stronger person if I'll let it. I have learned over the years to say, "Yes, teach me. Show me, hard times, what I need for this moment in my life and how it can make me better." That is an absolute given, that if we allow changes, hardships and challenges in our lives to mold us, they will do that. But you know what it takes? LIVING IN THE PRESENT. Taking today and asking what it has to teach us. Looking for all the lessons today has to give. Looking for all the blessings today has to offer. Taking today and making it the most important time, more valuable for learning than the past and more satisfying than your greatest hopes for the future.
I don't know where you're living today. Maybe you're stuck in your past with regrets and memories that not only hurt, but haunt you as well. Maybe you're longing for a future that brings all the things you've ever dreamed of. But may I challenge you to live in the present to see what it has to offer? There is a lot of talk today on "being fully present." And even though I think that term is way overused, its connotation rings true. Our presence is asked for or maybe even required in so many situations, but is it our body only that is present or also our heart and soul and the giving of our entire self to that particular moment in time? Something to think about.
My present situation is kind of a limbo game right now, and I have never been very good at playing limbo. How those people get down so low in such a compromised position is beyond my range of motion. But I am in limbo now in my life, moving from one situation to the next, trying to soak up all the moment has for me. I'd be lying if I said it was easy. It's a constant battle, looking back on what I could've done differently and looking forward to what I perceive as so much better. Sometimes waiting -- no, always -- waiting is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But if I let her, my friend "the present" will teach me great things. I just have to sit still and listen to her instruction. I also have to hold tightly to her, grasping with joy, thankful for this fleeting time, anxious to learn what she has to reveal, because we all know...she is here today, but will be gone tomorrow.
P.S. Those months I was going through treatment led me to writing...putting on paper my thoughts and experiences and realizing that writing is an outlet for me, whether it's chronicling our house renovations or just sharing my heart. Thank you for listening; I never take that for granted.
"You will keep in perfect peace, those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you."
-from the Book of Isaiah
And almost three months to the day, I am baaaaack. Talk about taking the summer off!
For those of you who have been wondering, yes, I am still around and breathing, and much -- MUCHO -- has happened since my last post. It seems more like three weeks than three months since that post and, in referencing my last comment on that long ago day, I have indeed been trying to make my own happiness. I have been working, problem-solving, taking care of tiny humans while mama and daddy gather worms for their little beaks, and trying to keep it together as we struggle to maintain some sort of a peaceful existance -- you know, the kind where your sanity is in tact, and all your ducks are in a row? Ha! Is that even possible?
But it's been hard. So, spoiler alert, don't read this post till you've got a minute. I think it might be a long one.
As our projected date of releasing our 1892 Georgian Cottage into the real estate market neared, it seemed as if there was more to do than ever. How can a project keep demanding more and more of you when you have so little left to give? If you know the answer to that, please advise.
At the end of July we turned in our notice, packed up our two-bedroom apartment, and moved into #our1892adventure. Yep, it's not only our adventure now, but apparently our home as well. We have taken up residence in our Georgian Cottage and have settled into some sort of rhythm of normalcy for however long we might be here. We continue to work at finishing up all that small but treacherous detail work that only a house this old can demand...like adding trim to literally every wall, floor, door, window, and opening where there was none before, painting and re-painting, repairing and stabilizing a run-down shed in the backyard, closing up every little hole where critters might feel invited in, and addressing some re-zoning issues -- to name just a few. The critter saga is a whole other story for a whole other day. Why is it that we continuously have to deal with critters trying to get in or take up residence on our land that we paid our hard-earned money for? It is a constant battle if I ever knew one. But the positive side to moving into a place where you've designed new bathrooms and included other conveniences where there were none before is seeing if your improvements are practical and will really work for the next buyer. That has been a good thing, and we have been able to tweak a few things to make them more user-friendly.
I have been fighting for time to even photograph the house so that I can share with you some final results. But -- finally -- I am doing it today. I never for a million years thought I would ever move into this house. My vision was to finish, stage it, put it on the market and sit back and wait for closing day. But as with so many things in life, it just didn't go that way. I've had to readjust my thinking from "How can I make this picture perfect?" to "How can I make this work for us to live here?" We have definitely pared down from our last house which was around 2700 square feet with hub's office included. We have a work space that we share now and, let me tell you, it will test your patience to the max sometimes. I am a person who relishes a good bit of "quietness" in my life...and the hubs? His idea of a good work environment is talking to a client on speaker phone (very loudly I might add), with the blue tooth blaring Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress. If the dishwasher and washing machine (which are in close proximity to our office space) are on, no worries! It's enough to drive even the most stable person straight down the road of no return! A common sound is the smack of the power hammer putting in a nail somewhere and then, when you least expect it, the air compressor kicks in and scares the wits out of you. Sometimes I think there are folks out there who are afraid of quietness. If you are one of them, I DO NOT understand you. Are you afraid of your thoughts? The boogey man who might be lurking? That you might hear God speak loud and clear? Please don't be offended by my thoughts on that; just trying to better understand (again, another subject for another time). One last thing...it doesn't bother the hubs one iota if there are tools covering the floor and dust on literally everything. If that's the case, well, he's just more in his element.
But if you know me at all you know that I try really hard to be positive and look at the bright side of things. Like how far we've come in the time we've had. I read about renovations of old houses taking years to finish. Add to that the fact that you're doing most of the work yourself and it makes sense. I even read about one old house that took 16 years to finish (it was a much larger two-story house, but still...). When we started this project, we were thinking nine months, maybe a year, but alas we're still here staring at another fall and possibly a winter. Even though this house is still in transition and not officially on the market, IT IS FOR SALE, so if you're out there looking for a true rare gem, private message me and let's talk. Another blessing I try not to ever forget is the mere fact that we have a roof over our heads. Granted, it's not the roof I was counting on at this point, but having a roof over your head is always something for which to be thankful. We've lived in the majority of the houses we've renovated (like moved six times in less than 10 years), so what made me think this would be any different? Wishful thinking, I suppose. But I still have breath in my lungs and a marriage that is still (mostly) in tact, wonderful children and grandchildren, and life is overall good.
In referencing the title to this post, I must admit to feeling a bit crazy at times -- no, not a bit crazy but off-the-rails totally nuts. I wake up most mornings wondering where I am and how I ended up getting here and doing what I do at this stage in my life. But I am a firm believer that everything in our lives makes up the greater sum of who we become -- good and bad and, if we'll be honest with ourselves, it's the hard times that truly mold us. I definitely would not call this a bad time in my life, but a challenging one for sure. It's what we do with those challenges that shape us. They don't have to define us, but (whether we like it or not) they definitely contribute to who we are. Hardships can break us beyond return, or they can make us stronger for the journey ahead. We have the choice to decide which road we'll travel.
Anyhoo, I think I've finally realized that being a little crazy at various and sundry times just comes with the territory. Dang.
Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.
- Sigmund Freud
Some "befores" and "afters" for you...
Recently I saw on an Instagram post that we have reached the "half-Christmas" mark, meaning we are six months back around to the Christmas season. Really? You gotta be kidding me. Christmas in July? No, thanks.
This got me to thinking about the many different ways we, as humans, measure time. Of course, the earliest most primitive way of measuring time was by the sun, and literally today in the 21st century we are still measuring time by the sun and moon and the passing of a 24-hour period, which morphs into a full 365-day calendar year. We measure time by birthdays and anniversaries and holidays and other special dates. One way I personally measure time is by the clock tower that stands sentinel in my little downtown where I live at the moment. Just as the faint and distant passing of trains gave me peaceful moments at my last house, so does the clock tower. It is literally yards from my bedroom window and many mornings as I lie there wondering what time it is, if I am patient that clock tower will let me know. It is consistently counting out the hours and every single day of every single year calls to the folk in town that time is surely passing. There is something strangely comforting about the sound of the hours being announced and, even though I will not miss the traffic outside my apartment window, I will miss the clock tower one day when we move.
Right now, I am mostly measuring time with the renovation of our 125-year-old house. In some ways, I simply cannot believe that we have passed the one-year mark but, at the same time, it seems like it has been five or ten years. It's getting harder and harder to remember life before this renovation came along, sucking us into its possibilities, and dragging us along as we have learned and grown and made what feels like a forever friend in this old house. The memories we have made renovating her will be with us I'm sure till our final days. We laugh sometimes as we talk about sitting in our rockers at age 90 reminiscing about how a 125-year-old house just about kicked our butts. At the onset of this renovation project, it seemed like time was all we had. It was a new challenge; a fresh start; a project that was all ahead of us and our energy soared. Now, as we count down the final weeks and literally days of this project, it's hard to see that far back to when we had the energy that some days seemed boundless. Now most days are marked by fatigue and the ever-pressing urgency to get finished, get this house on the market, and move on to our next adventure. But don't get me wrong; it is indeed bittersweet. As I've said before, I have never renovated a house that I didn't think for a short minute that I wish I could live there, that too bad I wasn't re-doing the property just for me. Because, if budget allows, we do our best to incorporate all the things into a property that we'd like to have if we were to live there. I dream of the long soaks I'd have in the beautiful tubs we've installed...or watching a rabbit scamper across the acreage on a regular basis as I wash dishes in the big farmhouse sinks. I envision family and friends gathering around large tables in the common spaces to eat together or piling into the living room for a movie night around a roaring fire. It is absolutely the case that every bedroom we design or re-do I imagine my bed in there and ask myself a million and two questions about the layout and comfort factor for every guest room. Is the placement of the bed best here or there? Are there plugs and light switches conveniently located to where they'll really be needed? Is there enough lighting and is it beautiful? Have we enough natural light and, if not, can we make more with added windows? All the things I want in a home I try to do for the person who will one day in the (hopefully near) future make it their very own and, even though I may never see it for myself, enjoy my efforts on a daily basis.
I want to take this opportunity to thank you for following us on this journey. The next time I post, it will most likely be to announce the listing of this house into the market. Thank you for all the encouraging words when the days have gotten long and words of affirmation for my design choices. It really encourages me to have folks out there that are willing to take their time to listen to my (sometimes crazy!) thoughts on life, love, people, and a daily journey that can be mundane and repetitious and just might include an ample dose of complaining. If God gives us grace and a few more years on this earth, we will be finding another project down the road a bit (metaphorically speaking), and will begin the process all over again, so stay tuned.
In the meantime, I will continue to guide you through life with my very-opinionated thoughts and philosophies (haha) and remind you constantly to be grateful and kind, hopeful and positive, to always put family first, and to never give up on your dreams.
We have to make our own happiness, you know.
"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age."
- Sophia Loren
(couldn't agree more, foxy lady!)
When I was in high school I struggled with algebra. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why we even needed to know what a or b was in a problem because I didn't have a problem for which that formula was needed; my problems were centered on who liked who and when the next social event was coming up. But my husband has since convinced me that algebraic formulations are key in figuring out some things in the computer world. Well, since I consider him a computer whiz, I will take his word for it, but I'm still not convinced. Geometry, on the other hand, I dig, and I was quite good at it in class. I have the ability to take a box and see through it to the other sides, and imagine the area of each side of that box standing there empty or filled with something and the ability to take a formula and measure what the area of that space will be; to me, that makes perfect sense and is totally usable. I love geometry and it has helped me in recent years to see beyond the door, beyond the room, beyond the broken down shambles of a house, see what it could be, and put it down on paper. If I have one gift, it is probably that -- being able to see how things will look before they're finished. Maybe it's a gift; maybe not. But I do believe it has been hugely instrumental in my abilities to design spaces and then see them magically come to life.
I said all that to say this: I AM FINALLY BEGINNING TO SEE MY VISION FOR #OUR1892ADVENTURE COMING TO LIFE! It seems that just a short time ago, I was seeing only the same boring, ugly things I had been seeing for going on a year -- old dirty wood, nasty floors, things broken and sad. I have been longing (as you know) for the beauty of a finished project...clean, fresh, beautiful, but it has seemed so long in coming. In fact, I've wondered at times if it would ever happen. And I owe that to my tiredness. Folks, I am tired; I go to bed tired and I wake up tired. The fact that I am at home working on the blog and not at the jobsite tells me one thing -- that I was tired this morning. And if you don't believe that, would hearing that I literally slept 12 hours last night convince you? I thought so. Plus, we were down to our final underwear so I had to stay home and do laundry. You know you need to do laundry when you have to wear underwear from your thinner days that are a size or two too small. I'm telling you from my heart, friends, this girl is worn slap out.
So since my underwear conversation is probably a bit too much info, I'll get back to the renovation at hand. We are literally seeing the last stages of this project, and are on the final lap. For the first time in a year, I am beginning to see a beautiful old farmhouse rise up out of the ashes of a neglected home that only God knows what has seen in its 125-year-old history. I just know the person out there who will see the beauty in this gem of a home is looking, just waiting for it to come on the market for them. We have taken the best this house had to offer (a great little floorplan; solid wood construction; history; a gorgeous piece of property in proximity to the best shopping and business in the area to name just a little) and morphed it into a beautiful two-bedroom cottage for living in the 21st century (technologically friendly, luxury amenities; open-floor plan) and it will be the perfect home for a young couple starting a family, a single person, or a couple who are ready to retire and wanting to downsize. If you love history and repurposing and preserving the past, this beautiful 125-year-old farmhouse will fill your senses. How's that for a precursor for what's to come soon?
The past two weeks have brought those changes that are bringing us closer to completion. The heart-pine floors have been completely sanded, stained, and finished. The painting and trim are well under way. We are beginning to put up the lighting that has been patiently living in storage for over a year now, including a chandelier in the master suite that just about drove me and the hubs to the nuthouse during installation. Plans are in the very near future to host a reveal and an open house. We are truly on the road to being finished.
Sometimes when we languish in the present over our long-term responsibilities, our daily duties, our inabilities to get rested before we have to go at it again, we fall short in seeing how far we've come. It's so easy to forget what we were up against in the beginning and how perseverance and hard work have brought us to a much different place...to a place we were only dreaming about but are now seeing come to fruition. Sort of like life, right? Life is a long, hard road sometimes, but we must never lose sight of the goals we have set for ourselves and we must never -- NEVER -- forget how far we've come. I would never try to make someone think that every single little thing has come out exactly how I had imagined in the beginning with this renovation. You know that isn't true just from reading my monthly confessions. There have been changes, setbacks and, most of all, lots and lots of compromise. But isn't that what life is all about? It's the challenges, the hardships, the day-to-day stinkiness of the normal life stuff that molds us into completeness.
I'll sum it up with this...I'll take a broken down needs-some-love house any day over a brand-new one because it reminds me of how much we all need a second chance. Although, building one from the ground up has recently been added to my professional bucket list, but only time will tell.
In the meantime, I've got to put my painting britches on over my too small underwear... and head on over to the jobsite.
Happy Hump Day, ya'll!
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
- Eleanor Roosevelt
First, with a slice of chocolate chip pound cake from the local bakery for breakfast. Then, just now, with a bowl of Moose Tracks ice cream. Tonight, I plan on preparing goulash for dinner like my mama used to make...tomato based with lots of beef and noodles; the ultimate comfort food. Sorry, broccoli, I'll get back with you tomorrow.
What brings on a day where there is only one way to survive it with comfort in the form of food? Total and complete stress of the 125-year-old-house-renovation kind! But the fact that I can even joke about it is progress that I have not gone completely off the deep end of the pool with no swimming lessons because there have been some days lately when I thought I truly would not make it through with my sanity intact!
The last few weeks have been beyond stressful. I'd like to follow that comment with this: If you are even thinking about renovating an old house and have never done it before, please think about it long and hard. Okay, that was your official warning. It'll take way longer than you think it will, it'll cost way more than you think it'll cost, and it might be looked upon one day as the one thing in your life where you look back and remember with great angst all the things that practically took away your religion not once, but more than once a week and sometimes multiple times in a day. I'm being honest with you at the risk of upsetting some, there have been moments when the only thing that would give me instant relief from the stress at hand was to yell as loud as I could (thankful this house is on a two-acre plot!) or just to cuss (as we say in the south). I'm not talking "down and filthy" language and it takes a lot to draw a curse word out of me, but I'm talking a couple of four-letter words that seem to be useful for relieving stress in probably not the best way, but the only line of coping you seem to have at the moment. There is no taking a wee nap for stress relief when you're working against the clock to achieve X, Y, and Z before sundown. There is no time for the luxury of a mani-pedi for stress relief, even though such things are definitely needed for the dirt that seems perpetually stuck underneath your fingernails (and toenails, ugh!), even though you shower every night. No time for a relaxing glass of wine when you're surviving on granola bars and nuts and peanut butter crackers and whatever you can stockpile on the kitchen shelf. Sometimes, you just need to cuss.
Now, with that being said and I hope you won't judge me over the aforementioned, I am taking this day to rest, recoup my sanity, catch up on some overdue chores and just BE. If you know me well, you know that taking time to just "be," is crucial to my sanity. It's what gets me through so many weeks. Today is my day. I took it without guilt, and I am enjoying it without guilt. And I'm self-medicating with all my favorite foods.
Yesterday was a day from hell. And I'm not cussing when I say that, I mean it literally. It started off innocently enough, but by late afternoon it had deteriorated into a day that -- how can I say it -- was a pivotal point not only in the renovation, but in my life! Painting has begun in the house and, due to the fact that we're painting 125-year-old tongue and groove and have no idea what kind of stain or sealer was used back then, we're covering our tracks with oil-based primer. Have you ever worked with it? No fun...no fun AT ALL. It's sticky and messy and has horrendous fumes. Now, I won't say who -- and you will never get it out of me -- but someone on the crew inhaled too many fumes (in spite of face and breathing gear and open ventilation) and went into serious crazy mode, to the point that I threatened to call the paramedics and sit on this person till they arrived if necessary. And if you've ever had me sit on you, then you know it's not a pleasant thing. Ask my sister (my older "smaller than me" sister). She experienced it firsthand growing up. The day was only to get worse...for the first time in this year-renovation I fell on the jobsite. There have been numerous uncovered vents in the house for months and I have never stepped in one but, you guessed it, yesterday was my day. Thankfully, I came out of the fall unscathed, save for a scraped elbow, a scraped shin, full-body soreness, and a cut on my toe. Those poor, pitiful toes. Not sure they will ever be the same.
Ironically enough, our daughters are deep in the throes of house renovations right now. They both just bought fixer-upper's and have delved into the unknown land of attempting to take a house (one is 50+ years old and one is 70 years old) from so-so to whooooa! I surely would've thought that seeing the crazy things their parents have encountered in renovating homes (unknowns like snake infestations and rot and mold) that they would have literally run in the opposite direction, fixating on buying homes that are turnkey, ready to move right in. Both of our daughters are smart, educated women and have careers and family that keep them very busy, but they chose to renovate. In a great pondering of this phenomenon, I think I've come upon an astounding truth: it's in our blood! And when something is in your blood, it gives you life no matter how hard it might be at times. I have pretty much decided I will stick to less than 125-year-old properties for future renovation projects, though. Give me a 20 or 30-year-old home to renovate and, baby, I'm on it.
So I think I might be finished venting now. It really helped; thank you for listening. At least I didn't cuss. In spite of having the day I consider the worst one so far in this current reno, we ended the day still alive and having moved the project forward a bit. I'll say it again for the record: "I will NOT do another house this old!" But while reading Southern Living magazine (June 2018 issue), there is an article about the restoration of a four-over-four Greek Revival mansion in rural Georgia that has been painstakingly restored over the last 16 years and it totally stirred my soul. I mean, I've never done a two-story four-over-four Greek revivial, and I love those! Don't you just love Greek Revivals and any old house because of the history?
I'm not sayin' it was me whose brain was affected by the inhalation of too many fumes but, in light of that last paragraph, it sure sounds like it, right?
Naw, I'm pretty agile for my age, but even I can't sit on myself!
"Energy and persistence conquer all things."
- Benjamin Franklin
I have been trying to get this post written for a week now! Crazy times. Crazy times.
Now that the excitement of the wedding and all the festivities that go along with it are just a memory (albeit a sparkling one!), it's time to get back to work and finish this renovation so we can move on to other things. Just as I've felt in the past with other projects, I am SO READY to be finished! Even though this house will forever hold a special place in my heart and memory, it is time to birth this baby that has been gestating for right at a year now. Sometimes I walk into the house and I feel quite attached and protective and then other times (mostly!) I have less than positive thoughts like I am SO tired of this house! If I see another piece of wood or encounter another problem, I am outta here! But then I come to my senses and remember that every project eventually sees completion and I take another day to make some progress, another moment to reflect on how far we've come and, before I know it, I'm off the struggle bus and onto the gratitude wagon once again. It is gonna be a stunning cottage home for just the right person filled with history and awesome repurposed materials, but with all the modern day conveniences that we've come to expect. I know you're out there, beautiful buyer, and we're getting your home ready for you!
This week the drywall is being finished! I am excited about this because I know once drywall is complete, there are two major things left to do: 1) PAINT! and 2) FLOORS (the refinishing of, that is)! I commented to our drywall contractor that I'll bet he's never seen anyone as excited about drywall as me and the hubs! But then I explained to him we have literally been looking at dark, open, empty walls for probably nine months now. Understood! By the time this sweet little cottage is put on the market, we will have completed brand-new electrical, brand-new plumbing, brand-new HVAC, brand-new appliances, granite and quartz countertops housing a huge white country sink in the kitchen (where there was NO kitchen), and the cutest, tiniest little sink in the half bath you've ever seen, a luxury master bath complete with twin vanities and a fabulous soaking tub, added that master bath, half bath and laundry closet where before there was NONE, put down repurposed floors where there were none, completely refinished floors original to the house, and a million other things (such as adding closets and renovating four beautiful fireplaces--two of which are operable). Whewwww... As I sit and think through this list, many small things come to mind that only the hubs and I know but that help to make this home comfy and livable, like trying to add storage wherever possible and wifi in the master bath. Countless hours have gone into planning, repurposing, and reconfiguring the square footage to make the spaces functional. And we've done all of this keeping in mind the history of this house and trying to preserve that history and honor its roots. We've come such a long way! But if I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times; the devil is definitely in the details. It's those little things at the end of a renovation that take so much time ...like making sure every piece of trim is installed correctly, that every little nook and cranny is just the way it's supposed to be, making sure everything is buttoned down, and lots and lots of touch-up on literally every room in the house -- oh, the finishing touch ups!
Looks like I'm finally gonna get to post today and, with it being Mother's Day, I'd like to comment on this annual day that we set aside to honor these heroines that so many times go unrecognized the rest of the year. I don't care what you've done in your life, if you have mothered a child -- biologically, through adoption, through fostering, however -- you have been involved in the most critical work of your life. It takes a person committed to a lifetime of sacrifice to be a good mother. And don't be misled, just because your kids might be grown, it doesn't mean you stop mothering. Good mothering is a lifetime affair...from the day you become a mother till the day you leave this earth. One of the things that stand out the most in my mind when my mother was in her last days...she wanted pictures of her kids all around her. She knew that was her life's best work and she loved us beyond measure. Thanks for all you do to invest in not only the future of this world, but eternity as well. Every good thing done by a mother for a child I believe is eternal, because those acts of love and sacrifice will be passed down generation after generation. Your sacrifice does not go unnoticed by me.
If you want to know just how much I really appreciate mothers, scroll back to my post from last year on May 13th. It's a essay dedicated just to mothers and their sacrificial work on this earth.
Happy Mother's Day!
"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."
- Abraham Lincoln
I flew into Houston an entire week before Abbie's wedding. As the plane lifted above the misty clouds covering Atlanta, my view heading west was of the sunset, and you know how I love to photograph the world from up high! It gets me every time. It's always one of the highlights of flying for me...seeing God's beauty at 30,000 feet. As the crew readied to make our final descent into Houston, I had never been on a plane so quiet...even the children were silent. Looking back on that moment, maybe it was slightly prophetic -- a sign that this week was gonna be one filled with busy times but quiet moments and peaceful hearts.
We dove right into the pre-wedding week with a host of things to do and a list of chores to check off as long as my arm. But in actuality, we probably got started checking things off that list around Tuesday. The first few days Abbie had to finish up some work, teach a class, tie up some loose ends, and take a little time with her mama to lunch and dream about the big day. Every time I go to Houston I visit a new restaurant (this time was no exception), but I also re-visited a place I haven't been in about 25 years, La Madeleine. It was delish! We have them in Atlanta and I will be going again soon! But I know you don't wanna hear about my eating experiences this time, so I'll get on with it! However...BB's Cafe did the catering for the wedding, and it was some of the most delicious wedding food I've ever had. Pecan encrusted chicken, jambalaya, cilantro rice, and more -- food fit for a king and honoring Chap's creole history. And last but certainly not least, Shipley's Donuts for dessert -- on a five-tiered stand, no less!
Donut Cake, anyone? Yes, please!
I don't care how much you plan or how meticulous you are about every little detail, the last few days before a wedding are hectic and crazy and more than a tad bit stressful! Abbie and Chap knew early on the aesthetic they were looking for and so all I had to do pretty much was take the vision they had, the items purchased for creating that vision, and make sure it all came together. Easy enough, right, no pressure!!! As the mother of the bride, I felt that it was my duty to make sure it was everything they pictured and I felt responsible. But Abbie had asked a precious friend to coordinate and, let me tell you, she was the glue that held that day together (I love you, Brooke!). But it all came together in one minimalist "greenery/white candles/and touches-of-gold" aesthetic that had truly a WOW factor. It was stunning! Which reinforced in me that less is almost always more. The only flowers to be seen were in the bride's bouquet and the attendants' tiny nosegays, but it was a breathtaking scene when people began to arrive and the room was aglow. The ceremony and reception took place at the Houston Event Venue, which is an old steel warehouse where a lot of the steel that went into the skyscrapers in Houston had been stored in the past. It was rustic, it was historic, it was elegant...a juxtaposition of the old and the new and all the things they love!
Having been involved in multiple weddings of family and friends' children and also having photographed quite a few, I know only too well that things can go wrong...usually it's something minor and many times it's one of the memories that can still bring a smile to your face when you reflect upon that day years down the road. The rental company who was bringing the tables, chairs and tableware showed up an hour and a half late, which sent the set-up crew into panic mode but somehow the very capable team of friends helping out made it happen in record time...one mishap that wasn't very pleasant at the time, but reminded everyone of what can be done when folks pull together! My very capable son-in-law shared in the officiating and served communion to Abbie and Chap, and then they served communion to their parents which, in and of itself, is something we're not likely to forget in the distant future. But there's one thing about that part of the ceremony we will always likely chuckle about. When Adam was ready to administer the elements, there was a lovely loaf of bread in the dish, but no wine in the cup. Handling it like a champ, he quietly asked the couple if we were just gonna pretend there was wine and, receiving a negative to that, handed the cup to Pastor Rudy who gallantly scampered to the back and returned with wine for communion. One of my favorite parts of the ceremony! We all have visions and the expectation of that vision being manifested to perfection and, even though there are usually uh-oh's, the things that go right far outweigh the things that go wrong. No matter what mishaps seem to sometimes work their way into weddings, the couple always ends up married and luckily life goes on, hopefully to a fantastic honeymoon where they can rest from all the craziness!
I am a very blessed woman to have added to my family a man such as Joel Chap Edmonson. He is compassionate, wise beyond his years, responsible, loves my girl beyond measure, and a million other qualities there's not enough space to list. I know down the road I will grow to love him even more than I do now, and I wish my baby daughter and him many years of love, growth, and laughter. I am so incredibly fortunate to have two sons-in-law and a daughter-in-law that most women can only hope for. They are a beautiful addition to our family and I am so beyond grateful for these "children" God has given me.
To Abbie and Chap, may God bless you abundantly in the years to come, and may all your dreams come true.
I love you both!
"Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning.
Yeah, everything is beautiful."
**Postscript: For all the precious family and friends who flew to Houston, helped with anything and everything they could, and to one special lady who worked like a dog (you know who you are), a million thank-you's for helping to make this day magical.
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