One Last Coat

We are inches…hours…twenty last brush strokes…one last push away from completing our master bedroom.

And by that I mean we have the walls and ceilings painted, trim hung and painted, closet installed and painted…

Still missing the closet door, hanging bed, curtains, makeup desk, etc etc etc.

Those are details…the rest is sweet glorious PROGRESS.

We started this master bedroom project on January 1st to start off the New Year with a bang. How romantic the day after you get engaged to be ripping out old horsehair plaster;) It evolved into demoing the office and part of the hallway…redesigning closets…adding a hall linen closet…rewiring the entire upstairs…replacing windows and removing midget windows…and giving this place a face lift. And here we are on the verge of April (according to the calendar, certainly not the weather) and we can almost check off one more room of the house.

We are behind our self-proclaimed schedule, on par with budget and still speaking. I'd say that's an accomplishment in itself.

Here is an idea of how we've spent our days and nights this winter…

 The old "Wooden Wife": does a great job holding up sheet rock for ceilings

 Our favorite part of sheet rocking: slanted ceilings

 New Closets

 Jail cell

 Installing the first of the walls

 Midget window...

 That's a big drill

 No more midget window

 Notice the snow

 My handsome fiancé post sheet rocking

 Just a start

 Week long nightly activity

 Framing up and ready for sheet rock in the office

 Removing the midget window and replacing the main window in the office

 Installing new heaters and re-piping a lot of the upstairs

 BEFORE:
Mustard yellow wing chairs

AFTER:

A BIG THANK YOU to my amazing godmother who got our chairs recovered as a wedding gift. These wing chairs were her parents and she gave them to us when we moved into our house. 

 Making Plans

 Andrew spent a lot of time at his drafting table figuring out the best fit for our mini walk-in closet. 

 Office Closet

 Office ready to be mudded

BEFORE:
Lovely sponge painted yellow walls, textured ceilings, old drafty window and scratched up floors

 AFTER:
No more textured ceilings, fake wood paneling, dark floors, drafty window or midget window

BEFORE:
1/2 a closet for one person

 AFTER:
Spacious closet and future "jewelry/makeup area"

Sherwin Williams "Eider White" walls and "Pure White" trim

 Installing the shelving unit

 Her Side

 His Side

 Note to Self: DO NOT install closets WITHOUT sanding and priming beforehand.
This task is a biatch. 

 Beautiful morning walk in the neighborhood. 

Hopefully the next time you stop by, there will be furniture in the master bedroom and the office will be in the process of getting "one last coat".  Cheers to the first signs of spring - birds.

Winter

I woke up this morning to birds chirping, bright beautiful natural light flooding into our bedroom and the promise of a day above 25 degrees. I can feel it. Winter is on the outs. And man are all of us around here ready for winter to get fired and spring hired. 

I got to thinking about all the things that have gotten me through my first real New England winter.  A few weeks ago I drove by a church where the billboard read, "Whoever is praying for snow, please stop." I couldn't help but laugh and smile as at that point, what else are you going to do?! This winter has sucked the life out of us - our humor, ability to enjoy the simple things, and our love of the seasons. But this billboard certainly lightened the mood. 

There are a lot of things that have certainly made the winter all the more bearable…

For the past few months, Pandora has played nonstop on my computer and on Andrew's iPhone as we work on our businesses and the house. From Bob Marley, to Allison Kraus, to Rage Against the Machine, to Van Morrison, we have heard it all.

LOTS of cups of hot tea have been consumed. Tao tea "Zen" is now a staple in our house, along with Harney & Sons and English Breakfast. Put that with a side of good book and cozy blanket - I was all set some days!



This propane stove might be the best thing in the entire house. And boy can it unleash some heat - some days I locked myself in this room and set the stove to high and baked in its warmth. Andrew would come in and say, "Feels like Florida." Exactly. my. point.

I love my bean boots, but mostly I CAN.NOT.LIVE.WITHOUT.MY.SMART.WOOL.SOCKS. If you live in the North and do not own a pair, or an entire drawer full of these gems, let me save you the trouble. Buy them. Today. My dad and I both have HORRIBLE circulation in our feet and hands - in fact just today Andrew said, "Why are your feet grey? You should get that looked into". No joke.

Well, I gave my dad 3 pairs of these socks for Christmas and he tells me about them every single time he calls. In fact, people thought I was a little weird for giving socks as a gift. Well, my friends, they are $20/pair. Verdict: WORTH EVERY DAMN PENNY. 

Despite the arctic temperatures, you just cannot beat a sunset in Tiverton. 

Andrew and I have consumed more bottles of "2 Buck Chuck" from Trader Joes than I care to admit this winter. The Cabernet is our favorite and it certainly helped pass those frigid nights.

Again, Andrew and I are obsessed with the ABC series Nashville. This got us through a LOT of this polar vortex we've been living in. If you have not watched this series, I HIGHLY recommend it. Sadly enough, it motivated me to accomplish things during the day so that I could have time to watch a new episode (or two or three) on Hulu at night.

 I found these tangerine gerber daisies at Trader Joes just the other day. I plopped them in my turquoise pitcher and spent an hour photographing this pop of color and the pure joy of the simple things.

And then there are the people who have made this winter bearable. I can't imagine this winter without weekly dinners with our Tiverton friends Meriah & Kyle; lunch dates with Mary Ann and fireball Fiona; wedding dress shopping with my mom, sister & "aunt; and impromptu meet ups with old friends from idyllic summers at Sail Caribbean.

Cheers to spring y'all.

Minimalism

I am not a minimalist. I never have been. I aspire to be and I think about it often. I also happen to live with someone who is a pure minimalist...a basic man who loves the SIMPLE things and a life without stuff.

I have been on the road a lot this week promoting my beloved camp Sail Caribbean.  With multiple fuzzy radio channels and no aux cable hookup to be found, I've had a lot of time to think. Dangerous, I know.

Minimalism has been on my mind. Needs vs. wants. Things. Simplicity. Accumulating. Consumerism.

                  Happiness.

8 months ago, Andrew and I did not own silverware. Hell, we didn't own half of the things that have become a permanent fixture in our home. I don't even really know how it all got there. And the scary thing is, I have been wanting more.

When I lived in the islands, I had 2 duffle bags full of clothes and a few special keepsakes. I co-owned a car that had more character and years on her than me, for the small price of $750 (and a few of my 9 lives while driving her).  I didn't care about things. First of all, there wasn't really any place to buy things. And although I wouldn't change my life today, I miss that simplicity. There was no pressure to have this or that. There were no commercials in your face pushing the latest and greatest (mostly because I did not own a tv). And people talked to one another and not to their cell phones. I worked because I loved it and I wanted to. It was always clear what was important.  My happiness was never based on things.

I heard on NPR the other day that we should be encouraged to partake in some retail therapy when life has us down. That shopping is a great way to change our mood and boost our happiness.  I could not disagree more.  I am hardly a saint...I love a good retail therapy session like most other women, but I always find myself empty in the end.  After loading up on things I think I need and HAVE to own, I am back to the root of what was making me unhappy and unfulfilled in the first place + now I have an even emptier pocket.  It all stems from this consumeristic America in which we live.  That somehow things will magically make you happy. That the more you have, the better off you will be.

In the midst of this New England polar vortex we've been living in for months, Andrew and I have passed lots of nights huddled on the couch under plush blankets with glasses of "2 Buck Chuck" and reruns of the hit tv series Nashville.  Hibernating at its finest.  A few weeks ago in the depths of winter depression and wanting more, an episode helped me gain perspective. A Life That's Good has become my obsession. My reminder after a hard day of what makes me happy...what makes me feel whole...what is truly important. This song is simple, because the simple things are really all we need. Luckily, I also have Andrew to remind me that its all just stuff.  Stuff won't love you at the end of the day.

"Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough."

And so I will continue striving for a life of minimalism. perspective in my needs and wants. seeking simplicity. and working to get to the root of my happiness, one less thing at a time.