New Year's Eve

Titanic Couches

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I LOVE THEM!

And Terri, My Oh-So-Patient decorator sent me a 

dining room design with a bench/couch

at a dining room table on one side with chairs

on the other - so so so cool..........

but what kind of couch? 

I'd love B & W Stripe - altho that would be a cool rug too...

and maybe it's really only a two-seater

no - not Danish

yes - antique like - but updated

like THIS! 

Add about 6-8 " of foam to raise seating height;

reupholster in b/w stripe (smooth/not tufted) -

OR...SOME gorgeous velvet!!!  :)

Gotta go get this off to decorator...

...later, kids....

(yes, to be continued!!!)

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...and what have we here?....

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Number Nineteen  (No.19)

That's the name of the interior decorating blog I opened up this evening for the first time and here are the first pics delivered to my eyeballs:

Grey walls - Grey Cushions on chair

Grey Bedding

Charcoal Wall

Grey wall - Grey Couch (yummmy)

Grey and Gold couch -

BLACK & WHITE STRIPE RUG

(anybody here know a girl that LOVES b & w stripes????)

and a fuscia velvet couch I fell for recently

(doesn't everything go with GREY?)

...just sayin' ........

.....grey.

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Toots would say "What does your heart tell you?"

It's 5:18 a.m. Christmas morning.  Lia woke me, not only to go outside, but to remind me it's time she and I had a walk together.  Zoe stretches awake and I sing-song both of them "Merrrrrrry Christmaaaaaas" as we make our way to the back door.  Zillions of thoughts flash through my mind like a high-speed rail system - childhood memories, my religious upbringing, the wonderful plans we have today, the awesome day spent yesterday, the great things we did for needy people and animals this year, the people no longer in my life, troops coming home from Iraq....swoosh...more thoughts....and then, a screeching halt on Toots.

As Lia and I walked, all I thought about was my mother.  She died this day 10 years ago.  My mentor.  My pillar of strength.  My teacher.  The woman that was so strong, she single handedly shaped my confidence and character.  Sure I miss her, not only today, but every day of the year.  But today she's coming through SO strong because of an internal angst I'm suffering all over....a choice...and I can hear her as though it was 10 years ago: "What does your heart tell you?  What do you feel deep in your gut?  Does it feel right?  Does it make you giggle?  Tingle? Do you adore it? Love it? Is it off-putting? Do you have to change YOU because of IT? Then it's the wrong choice? Change it or go in a different direction."   If I listen to my INNER-MOTHER, I ALWAYS make the right decisions.

Where am I going with this, you ask?  Incidental to you but A-huge to me, as it is from where I will come and go for many a day - PAINT COLOR.  Dearest, most talented men renovated an old tired 1970's ranch into architectural work of art and it must only be complimented by it's decoration.  So, in walking my Lia and listening to Toots, I finally decided: GREY - NOT BLUE!   Allow me to demonstrate:

All different shades of Grey walls -

was my choice from day one - G R E Y! 

My AWESOME home with - (do not argue with me)

BLUE WALLS

This was horribly painful until this morning.  Once I made the decision, it was easy-peasy!

Tomorrow, I'll get to a big box store's paint department...pick up samples and/or quarts of (different brand) of grey paint variations, get over to the house - paint on the walls as is ALWAYS suggested by paint experts so we can see WHAT the paint will look like, and then pay to have the whole house repainted.  Repainted grey...not blue.

Thanks Toots...I love you...Merry Christmas.

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...yet still...

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....sigh....


Yet still, I am in a tingle.  In a haze; a fog.  It was all so surreal.
Shock and awe.
The walk-thru took about an hour and fifteen minutes
which included a beautiful tribute for me on a tv with a slide show
of the original home and pics of the construction and it's progress.
No one has had time to take pictures of the renovated rooms.


And pictures won't do their work enough justice, for so much
of the beauty of their craft is in the details.


I'm toiling about posting pictures at all.
For family and friends that are too far to visit, I may send photos to
their e-mail addresses - and for those that are in travel distance,  
they will be cordially invited to come and see so that they know where
to find me in a fog, since they'll need to have that information anyway,
wouldn't you agree?

Our life does not get better by chance; it gets better by change. 

- Jim Rohn

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News

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Yes. News.

Forgive that these days are running together.  I bet Claudia knows exactly what I mean.  I think it was possibly this past Thursday when the builder said "the final walkthru day will be Friday or Saturday, the 16th or 17th - but hopefully Friday".  Walk-through.  Meaning, the reveal.

Now remember, the last time I saw the outside of my new home was Nov. 23rd.  I hadn't seen the inside for a few weeks earlier, as agreed with the guys.

For some reason, as I was packing summer shoes, hats and purses into the wee hours of the morning, strange feelings came over me that didn't make any sense.  Like, this felt like a dream...no, a scarey dream...and WHY exactly was I moving?...and WHY did I spend that money remodeling?...and...and...and...

but this morning, all better.  Humans run through all the emotions to get to where they need to be before the resolve they've done the right thing.  Then, when the time is right they can stand on the
side of the road and yell, Hey

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