pink house studio: November 2016

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

SOME Assembly Required…..

Did I mention I moved my ‘office’ out of the master bedroom and into the studio?

Picture trying to get ten pounds of ‘stuff’ into a five pound bag and you’ll get the idea.

But, after a lot of purging and rearranging, and rearranging again……success! (I think…...I’ll let you know……..)

I gave things away, I threw things away, I put things out at the curb…..

Surprisingly, the things I thought would be snapped up right away weren’t (an antique knee hole desk) and the things that were broken or damaged (two old chairs) were taken lickety split!

Go figure….

I even treated myself to a new desk chair!

Best $60 I ever spent! (Day after Black Friday sale! Who Knew?)

It shipped to the house because they had no more at the store.

Some assembly required.

SOME?????

Husband is brilliant at these things and had it ready to go in just a few minutes. (Not that I couldn’t have done it myself but husbands like to feel needed, right? wink-wink, nudge-nudge….)

It’s padded and comfy but the best thing is…….I can tilt back and dangle my feet off the floor.

This is a MUST for any desk chair, IMHO.

Just ask the sales clerk, who watched me try each and every chair in the store to find one that was ‘just right’!

Monday, November 28, 2016

Punny Monday

Where does a polar bear keep his money? In a snow bank!

Friday, November 25, 2016

Perseverance Pays Off

We often go to the Edison/Ford winter estate.

I LOVE it there! I don’t know if it’s because the preservation of the two homes reminds me of my grandparents house (it smells just like their house did) or if I’m just a history nerd.

The minute you step out of the car you feel like you’ve been whisked back in time. It’s quiet and peaceful.

The property is thirty acres all of which Thomas Edison cultivated with exotic plants. My favorites are the bamboo groves. There is one stand of bamboo with a bench tucked discreetly amid the stalks and if you sit there on a breezy day the bamboo makes the most amazing clacking sound in the wind!

But all that isn’t what this post is about. Not really. Except that’s where I first saw it.

The bicycle.

In the gift shop.

It was red and diminutive and adorable. And ridiculously more money than I thought it was worth. So, I looked at it and walked away. And went back and looked at it some more. Then circled around it again. Husband asked if I wanted it. I said no.

You know how they say you should buy a thing when you see it because you might not get another chance?

Whoever said that doesn’t know me.

A year later I was still thinking about it so I called the gift shop and asked if they still had it.

They didn’t.

I asked if it was possible to get another one. They didn’t think so.

I asked if I could speak to the manager. She wasn’t there. They took my number and said she’d call back.

She didn’t.

So I called again.

I ended up going to the gift shop in person and asking about the bicycle.

(They were surprised that so many people were suddenly so interested in the bicycle!)

After some discussion and computer searching they said they would try and order one for me.

Several weeks went by and I was just getting ready call again when I received a phone message that said they had just acquired two and would like to know which one I wanted.

I raced to the gift shop. When I got there they had eight!

EIGHT delightfully diminutive red bicycles! Four girl’s bikes and four boy’s bikes! It was all I could do not to buy them ALL! But I controlled myself and only bought one.

I’m not sure why I wanted it so badly, except for its cuteness factor. And I’m not sure I would love it as much if it hadn’t been such a challenge to obtain!

But I am now the proud owner of a beautiful red model bicycle!

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Throwback Thursday

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Call Me Narcissus

When we first moved into this house it had mirrors everywhere.

EVERYWHERE!

There was a large 4’ x 4’ one in the entryway.

The previous owners were kind enough to leave their huge entertainment center in the living room….that was mirrored.

In the dining area there was a floor to ceiling five foot wide mirror.

The boy’s bathroom had one that covered the entire wall above the sink up to the ceiling.

And our bathroom had a gigantic one that stretched over the double vanity up so high I needed a step ladder to clean it!

Not to mention the closet doors in the master bath are mirrors!

I had become accustomed over the years to catching unflattering glimpses of myself at odd angles in the bathroom. I learned to ignore what I saw…… (thank you, denial!)

On the other hand, I used them to my advantage when I cut my hair. The closet is set at such an angle that I could see myself in the mirror over the sink as well as in the closet doors simultaneously. It is helpful to be able to see the front and back of my head at the same time.

The funny thing is, since the remodel, I can no longer see my reflection in both mirrors unless I go into contortions that would make a circus performer jealous!

We didn’t change the layout of the bathroom. We didn’t change and angles of the walls. We didn’t change the closet door angle….so tell me, why can I no longer see myself?????

At first I was pleased not to have to see my dimpled reflection every time I entered the bathroom. (You’re welcome for that mental picture! Think about it…..ba dum tish……)

But I’m finding I kinda’ miss it.......

Just call me Narcissus!