I love everything pretty. Who doesn’t? But, I love when I can just look at beautiful flowers with candles. It makes me happy!
I love everything pretty. Who doesn’t? But, I love when I can just look at beautiful flowers with candles. It makes me happy!
Tis the season to be merry! I know I am not the only one that is rushing around. I have gifts to get in the mail. I have gifts to get purchased! I have a list of “what to get?????” I have a list a mile long of all the ‘special’ Christmas traditions.
I had to run to the St. Nick shop to buy a few ornaments. I took the Bubba with me which was a bit nerve wracking. It’s a store with glass ornaments everywhere! He usually does fine, as he did today. I had my list and I kept getting side tracked because he wanted a photo with the Santa. Or he wanted to look at the train. He wanted to see the cars in the village display. He decided at one point he wanted to carry a basket! You get the picture.
It was a long shopping trip. It took me longer to count and check my list. But, what took time was going through and looking at all the trees and ornaments with Bubba. Instead of rushing him through the store we lingered for an hour and a half this morning. It was so much fun. I know that only next year he’ll be in school when I do the same shopping trip. I am definitely the mom that is making the most of this next year before he’s gone daily.
I’m trying to get it all done and enjoy it at the same time! I want to experience Christmas this year without thinking it was a chore. When I was decorating for Christmas this year, in our new house I had to figure out where things would go. In the old house it was easy to fall into a pattern. Tree here, stockings there, wreath on mirror here, kids tree there, etc.,. You get the picture. This year it was a matter of figuring out where to put the trees. Or what fits. I am enjoying that everything is not the same. My mom was always really good about having a new tree each year (2nd tree not the main tree) and I hope that stays with me forever. I don’t ever want it to be that predictable. Not that predictable is bad. But, I think when a person gets set into such a routine it’s not fun any longer. Where is the creative spirit? It’s just going through the motions.
Of course this year I’ve taken on that “it’s good enough” decorating spirit. We have contractors still coming and going. My genius idea for our Advent calendar this year that has also become a place to hang all the beautiful cards we have received, has made our house more of a home. It’s on our railing. It’s almost been too perfect! Everyone that comes into our house stops to look at the photos and what the daily Advent card said. Today I was not shocked when I found out tomorrow at this same time the railing will be in the midst of being painted, stained, sanded. In other words the Advent calendar must come down with the cards. That’s how we live these days. We roll with the
This year we have pulled out some of our favorite decor. But, for the most part I have kept to decorating with glass ornaments, fresh greens and a million paper whites. Seriously. I have a million. They are going to be blooming right on time for Christmas! Now how’s that for a great planner?
My theory was that if it became work decorating for Christmas then I shouldn’t do it. In other words if the decorating, shopping, planning, cooking is a burden, that is a RED FLAG. Stop. Redirect. Redo. Rethink. Or just ignore it. I’m telling you follow my words of advice and you will actually start to feel the Christmas spirit. You will truly enjoy this time of year.
Today the reason I was at the ornament shop was due to giving up on lame gift giving to a few people. I’m changing it up. No more made in China plastic toys. No more gifts that require batteries and short attention spans. No more gifts that are just another $20.00 gift that will be forgotten in less than 24 hours.
Maybe an ornament won’t be as fun. I don’t know. But, one day I can promise you they will love looking back and seeing that they have ornaments with memories. As long as they don’t go and change religions my plan should work.
Our nephew receives a Christopher Radko ornament from us every year. The joy I get from picking out his ornament each year is hard to put into words. He will remain the only one to receive those! It takes me forever to pick the right one out for him. If I added to that list I would be at the ornament shop til Easter!
We have so many traditions (sorry for the list but I need to have a reminder of them all myself so I am going to type this up right now!) Advent calendar, driving around to see lights, dinner out at two specific restaurants, zoo lights, making cookies, making gingerbread houses, making cards, making snowflakes, reading about fifty books that are about Christmas, reading the Advent book nightly, Advent wreath, watching Christmas movies, doing a family activity, tea, tracking Santa, the Nutcracker is slowly becoming one, the Elf, playing old symphony cd’s , playing in the nativity set that Priss has had since she was 2, Hubby and I do our annual shopping trip that turns into dinner out, shopping with kids alone for gifts, visiting Santa, hot chocolate bar, White Elephant party, pjs for the kids, sending cards, writing to Santa, cleaning out toys to donate to others, shopping for children that do not have Santa visits on Christmas, Brandy Alexanders, fresh trees.
So those are a few. Let’s face it we all do the ones above. There isn’t anything that unusual. But, when you throw in life, children, and then Pinterest boards that make you realize you are not doing anything!!!!! it becomes overwhelming.
I grew up Catholic and our children are being raised the same. Only they are going to Catholic school. I can’t tell you how much easier it is to make Jesus a part of your day when your child goes to school and prays, goes to church and is learning how to have a relationship of their own with God. It’s amazing.
In addition to everything else I also follow a book called “The Catholic Home”by a woman that was raised Jewish but converted to Catholicism! So we also have the religious traditions. We try to make sure that our kids remember Jesus daily. Not just this time of the year.
Being a parent is a full time job! When you want to be present for everything and make sure they are experiencing the best of every holiday and day to day life, it’s work! So like I said this year it’s been a time to take away some of the stress. It’s been time not to hold myself so accountable for all this ‘stuff’. I will still have the decorated table for breakfasts during the holidays. The elf will continue to show up driving bulldozers just as much as he will be hanging from a chandelier. But, it’s not the end of the world if we only make three types of cookies instead of five.
Christmas doesn’t have to come from a store……being the nester that I am I find that Christmas for me is just being in my home with my children and hubby and friends experiencing the most perfect of days as well as the most random thrown together ones!
I’ve dodged posting anything about the year anniversary of losing little baby Cooper. Not because I can’t talk about him. Sometimes I just don’t know how to talk about him.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. I will forever carry him in my heart til my last breath in this world. Time does heal you. But, in a different way. I think it’s called survival. I rarely allow myself to sit for very long and think about him. For I fear if I do I will tumble down this dark rabbit hole and I am not sure if I could make it out without damaging those around me. So I go on and on and thank God for what I have.
We have been so lucky to have such love and support from our friends and most (and yes I am going to go down this road) of our family. Our church community and our school family were rocks for us. I never knew how the words “We are praying for you” could heal me and make me feel so safe and loved. People that we barely knew brought us cards, dinners, bottles of wine and flowers. Complete strangers that heard about us from a friend would send us a card.
We didn’t exactly start the journey of losing a child knowing what to expect or do. Thank goodness for those around us that did know what to do! My brother in law was on our doorstep that day with dinner. I still remember him calling my husband back and saying that he had to process what had happened after my husband called him with the news. We had a death in the family. Those words meant more than you can imagine. My sister in law that had not been very close to me was really wonderful in that she reached out and shared her heart with me. Cried with me. My family was a mess. Nobody knew if they were coming or going. I feel bad for the amount of grief they went through so far from us. Cousins in our families were lined up. Aunts and uncles that we had not heard from in forever were on the phone constantly. It’s crazy what grief can do to bring people together and out of the wood work.
But, grief can make you fall apart too. We did have family that I still to this day am so blown away by I don’t even have the words. There is family and friends that never said a word about Cooper. Like he never existed. That stings. But, doesn’t hurt as bad because I think there has to be a story there of why they didn’t recognize our tragedy. It does leave you feeling that if you can’t be there for the bad then why do I want you there for the good? Because are you really even there for the good times?
My husband I think has been abandoned in some ways. Actually those are the words of the grief counselor. Because good Lord sometimes a counselor really does have to put it into words for you. They are worth their fees! Believe me. Encourage anyone you know that loses a child to seek one out even if it’s only for a visit or two. My husband is constantly trying to keep strong for his family. I just wish that he had someone to depend on like we depend on him. It kills my heart and I want to scream how can you treat him like this? It’s odd that we lose a child and yet people that failed our family of four are some how the victims. But, just as quickly as I get mad I lose the fight in me. I lost the fight on October 11th, 2012. I don’t have the same fire in me any longer. Which is good and bad. I hold my tongue and I carry on. I think I’ve learned that people lash out and want you to fight with them so that they have another story to tell. The story is more important than the people? I saw a quote this year that said “never push a loyal person to the point that they don’t care.” I hope nobody ever pushes it to where I lay it all out on the table for everyone to know. It hurts to have been treated so badly when we lost a child. As bad as it hurts too you still love the ones that hurt you. But, this is the first time I think I’ve ever see my husband say I love my children and myself more.
I’ve learned that hearing Cooper’s name makes me feel like other’s will not forget. I’ve learned that there is a bond between women that lose children. There are a lot of people that go through this! I never knew.
My due date was the day of the Sandy Hook shootings. Everyone called and text to check on me. Everyone thought that it would make the day worse for me. But, in a strange twist it was the opposite. All I could think about was that if God had to deal me a bad hand I’d take what I had to go through over what all those parents were going through.
My children saved me from losing a part of myself that could have been gone forever if I had not had to keep going for them. Every morning no matter what is going on before Priss walks out the door for school there are more hugs and kisses than you can imagine and I love yous. I think about the Sandy Hook parents often and I know they would do anything to have those moments back that morning. I will never give those moments up as long as I have two children leaving for school every morning.
I see people at the grocery store and they will stop me and Bubba as he is driving his car cart and being a total goof. They smile and look at him and then look at me and say “it goes by fast. Don’t take it for granted.” I want to say but don’t care to even say it (I lost my fire for some things) “I know. I don’t!!!!! I rarely even talk on the phone in my car b/c I don’t want to be absent in the moment. I’m being present and driving them crazy!”
The first year of firsts were easier than I thought they could be and harder some days. Holidays were easy. Birthdays were hard. Birthdays because it was a reminder that Cooper would never celebrate one with us.
I didn’t hold a baby until nine months later. And when I held that baby that was named after a close family friend, Riley Diane it healed me. I felt like I was going to make it. It was huge! It was a moment.
The best thing for us and our children is that we never talked about Cooper as if he was still here. We didn’t have a birthday cake on his date. We don’t act as if he’s here. The doctor, pediatrician, and priest all said the same thing that it would be confusing to our kids. I think they were correct!
I know my friends look at me and I know they see me and see I am not the same I was. I wish so badly some days that I could go back to being the super duper sarcastic off the cuff say what I want without a care person.
I still do the same sarcastic comments and joke and share my opinion. But, I feel it inside of me it’s not the same. Time heals you. I truly believe that the one year mark was a huge sigh of relief. But, I know that I am more than likely one year to wake up on Cooper’s anniversary and be a complete mess. I hate the unknown.
We got through the day fine. But, it was a little over a week later when my husband called and reminded me that it was the day that we had buried our son. That broke my heart to have my husband call and remind me of that date. It also broke my heart because I know he hurts so much for the loss of this child.
I love that Priss will sit at dinner and say “there are four of us at the table. But, there are really five of us in our family.” She will never forget. Which makes me all the more thankful that I kept going and did my best for my children. She would surely have remembered if I had not! I never could have made that up to her.
We are all doing well. We are a stronger family. We are still a family that laughs and does it often in our house. We haven’t slowed down or stopped living. We still go to parties, dinners, etc.,. But, it took me a full year to first commit to an event and then follow through in going. Seeing people can be over whelming!
I want to tell everyone that remembered Cooper and us on the year anniversary THANK YOU. From flowers to cards. From a simple text to a phone call. It felt so good to be wrapped in hugs of support on that weekend. Thank you for remembering.
We have a lot to be thankful for. We are blessed. I stand by what I said from the beginning; To ask for God’s blessings we have to take all of it. People would suggest that maybe we were mad at God. Not even close.. I clung to him. I clung to what he gave me. Losing Cooper was bad. Feeling hurt from family and a few close friends was difficult. But, God has a purpose. Maybe he is forcing us to stand on our feet and learn how to be. I don’t know. But, I take anything he wants to give us. I believe I can’t ask for only the best in life from him.
As the priest just told me this week grief has no expiration date. He always has the best lines! So true. But, luckily neither does your window for building strength and courage again. Neither does finding forgiveness or love.
Thank you to everyone that has supported me this year and RSVP Shindig. What a year!
I hope on the two year anniversary that we are even better! I have faith that it will be!
When I hit publish on the last blog entry…….I thought perhaps a week at best before I was back on line. Moving is such a pain when it comes to dealing with cable, phone, change of address, mail being forwarded (which did you know that personal mail does NOT get forwarded even though you do a mail forward through the post office!!!!!!)
My husband delayed calling Comcast before we moved and setting up the appointment to be hooked up. Since the bill has always been in his name he has to deal with it. My husband as it turns out is a tad bit of a procrastinator. In fact just this morning I asked (begged) for him to please call the cheap lawn service that everyone uses and schedule them. He’s had their number since Halloween!
About 9 days after the move in Comcast showed up. The guy said he couldn’t hook us up. He had a huge song and dance. Then we were rescheduled. They confirmed and them called back and said they were not coming out. Then twelve days after that……someone actually showed up! And miracle of all miracles they hooked up the cable!!!!
We finally have internet (I had to work from a rather slow hot spot via Verizon) and cable and home phone. We are dinosaurs. We love a home phone.
I haven’t been blogging or doing much of anything on line other than checking email and in the midst of everything I took a client with an event. I had one week to plan it. It was a Halloween party for the 40th birthday of his wife. The theme was “The Cure.” As in the band.
Pictures will be posted sooner or later. I have yet to have time to pull a card out of a camera and download.
Moving is the pits. We have contractors coming and going and I never know who will actually show up day to day. I love my contractors too. They are all great. It’s insane how it is in Denver right now when you need work done.
We had one plan for when we moved in. It quickly went out the window. We had to replace kitchen countertops. I had to replace a fridge because the old one had a repair bill attached to it that was more than what a new fridge would cost. Oddly my husband ended up getting crazy over the fridge. I was okay with something kind of boring. He was not. Who knew!
I have marble countertops. I have new floors that have been refinished! I have paint samples everywhere as I wait for the painter that has been delayed since the end of October.
If you saw our backyard and you are from the South you would think one thing: BOMB FIRE!!!! But, I don’t believe that would go over well.
I have constant dust and dirt in this house. I can’t find half my clothes. We are all trying to unpack but are held up due to painters basically.
BUT we love our house. Love it. LOVEEEEEE it. I love the street. The people. The proximity to everything we have going on. The house has enough room for us. It’s just a happy place.
It took forever to find a home. And I have to say it’s pretty great to have found what we had looked for for years and know that we will have this house for many years to come.
I don’t feel like Penelope yet from “Shell Seekers.” But, I do feel more at home each day. I think I will be much happier when the paint is on the walls and I can unpack. I am a nester. I love seeing things that are familiar around me.
The biggest accomplishment this week was that I managed to get to past files from client events and find a phone number to a driver that we used almost five years ago. His number in the computer had been changed. It was like finding a needle in a haystack. Sometimes it’s fun to go back to the old school way of organization! Even if you do have to dig through twenty bins, ten boxes and get a bruise or two from climbing over the stacks!
all through the house everything was in boxes.
Thank goodness for friends. I had a terrible day yesterday with a pulled back. Not such a bad thing on a normal day. But, when you need to pack! Oh no!
The sitters have been here for what probably feels like (for them) round the clock. Poor Cada left with Bubba this morning as he had a full temper tantrum because he wanted to be with me. He only wanted me and he was a tyrant. I had to put him in her car and bid farewell. I felt terrible. But, I have to pack!
It’s so surreal to do our normal routines and know it’s the ‘last time.’
In only 48 hours we leave our house where we started off our marriage ten years ago, brought two babies home to, had numerous parties, showers for friends when they were getting married or having babies, had our darkest days, many champagne Sundays, and we basically redid everything on the house or in the house.
The other night hubby asked me to join him in the garage to decide what I wanted and didn’t want from the attic. Meaning that he wanted me to decide what glassware to keep, vases, baskets, frames, candles, etc.,.
It was memory lane looking through picture frames. Many of them still had the table numbers to wedding pasts. I pulled one vase down and it was from the Knot party that I hosted years ago. Votives. VOTIVES. I had hundreds. Had because they went into the dumpster quickly.
In the meantime I have been working on events. I had declared the month of October and November as my time off. HA. I mean HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Joke on me! I have had so many calls for events I can’t keep up. I had three brides call all named Kelly this week. Two of the three had numbers that were similar. One was 8793 the other was 8973.
If I had anything to change in this move it would have been to have my husband call my mother and beg her to come and help with the move. I have not had time to call my mother and make requests. I know if I have the hubby on it, it happens. She has a soft spot for him. I had forgotten that my mom is the Queen Bee of packing. She loves to pack up china and crystal. I hate it.
She is great at packing up pictures, art work and heirlooms. She is also good at hanging pictures and art work. She is a rare bird.
The only thing hard about moving with kids is that even while packing I still have to cook, clean, do laundry, pack lunch and do carpool. I’ve never moved when it wasn’t just me myself and I.
My friend Jennifer is moving right now too. She and myself have always shadowed one another in milestones. Babies, marriages, houses, junior league…. Since she is OCD she started packing weeks ago for her Halloween move. I started packing for my move that is tomorrow on Friday. True story.
Her mama is helping her right now. I sigh deeply thinking how I wish my mom was here to help me. It seems like yesterday, that my mom showed up at my doorstep in Raleigh to pack me up for the move to Colorado. She cried. I cried. She was there for me. I wish I had known then that when I moved I was going to have to grow up and learn how to be on my own completely. I don’t have family in Colorado to depend on unless it’s my hubby. I am always on my own packing, moving, taking care of family, and just living. But, I luckily am very independent! I told my friend Dot, this week, that I should have had her come out. That’s how Southern girls are. We just show up and take over for one another.
Thank goodness for friends from school and church. I have had nonstop emails and texts for weeks with offers to take both kids, meals, help packing, dinners, and even parties after we move. I feel blessed!
My sister in law Kim is the only one I know that has said she ‘wishes’ she was here to help pack. She likes to pack! Do you know anyone like that? I never have! Good gravy!!!!
I do have a few before and after photos to show soon. I saw my new floors on Sunday and about died. They still had to have another coat of poly. So now I am just beside myself to see. The marble in the kitchen that will replace the old maroon laminate……..I can’t wait!
Tonight I just feel blessed to have had so many years in our house with so many fond memories. And I am secretly freaking out about all the clutter I didn’t get to throw out before the move. That’s where my OCD kicks in.
So I had a wedding a few weekends ago in Vail. Not only did I ADORE the clients, but I ADORE all the vendors on the event. I can’t describe to you what it is like to LOVE what you do but to love who you get to work with on an event is the icing on the cake.
I had every vendor I loved to work with.
Flowers were by Painted Primrose Florist
Catering was by Big Delicious Catering
Linens were by Chris Dorroh of Linen Hero
Music was by so many fabulous people. Violinist Chung that use to work with the groom. He did an amazing job. I love a violin. It’s just so pretty.
The ceremony music was provided by close friends (and a friend of mine and a caterer from my past) Nick Agro. He played the guitar and sang. On a side note seeing Nick that weekend at the wedding was a true highlight and I swear I have not laughed that hard in a long time. Plus, seeing Marc (from Big Delicious) and Nick together again like two peas in a pod makes me super happy!
Of course my favorite decor……….Kim with Pink Monkey. I love that Kim is always willing to go the extra mile for my clients. She is awesome. I love her laugh. I love that she laughs at my lame jokes and sarcasm. But, she has such great ideas and style. The bonus of the event was seeing Nathan. He’s part owner and I love how he creeps into an event like a ninja on his motorcycle.
But, one highlight of this event was that I got to work with Mark Cafiero again after like…….oh my gosh eight years? I think it’s been that long! I have tried so many times to get my clients to book a wedding or event with him. Usually the issue is that he’s booked! He’s local to Colorado but goes anywhere. He is a true photojournalist and his talent blows me away. Not only that and I know this is going to be silly, but when he walked in to the wedding on Saturday and was in a suit, I was a little shocked. Not because he doesn’t wear suits. But, I see so many photographers come to weddings that are formal and they will just have a shirt on and some type of fancier cargo pant. Photographers do not always show up professionally dressed. Which always kind of bugs me. So when Mark walked in I wanted to literally kiss him for wearing a suit. He’s a true professional and again it reminded me why he is on my very short list of photographers I like to work with. I only wish I worked with him more often. Here’s hoping 2014 brings us more events together.
The photos………made me cry. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. They are fabulous! The clients are happy and I am so glad I ended my wedding season on such a happy note. I feel blessed to work in such a fabulous profession. But, I feel honored and humbled anytime I work with vendors like I did on this event. They work so hard and they never let me down. I couldn’t do this job if I didn’t have vendors like this. And honestly I wouldn’t want to do this job if I didn’t have vendors like this to call and refer to my clients.
Check out Mark’s full blog post on Jim and Val’s wedding. It’s only been a few weeks but I am really sad that Jim and Val don’t need me any longer. They were one of the best couples ever. They also had the biggest party weekend yet! When you hear that a grandmother that was 72 was still up at one in the morning partying…….you know it was a good time.
I think I need a wedding album of this wedding, just so I can sit for many years to come and look at the photos again and again. It was a perfect wedding. A perfect weekend. Perfect weather. Fabulous families and friends. One of the best groups ever. And the kicker was that less than 24 hours later it snowed! Gotta love Colorado weather! It was the perfect fall wedding!
Typical for me when I have eight million things to do, I like to find something really minor to keep me busy instead. I do it all the time!
Yesterday, I decided I would make the dinner I had read over and over in my latest Southern Living magazine. When I was growing up my friends mother (Ms. Janet) made every recipe that was published each month in the magazine. She was the only person I knew that had every annual recipe cookbook from Southern Living.
She was the BEST COOK ever. I know that when you think of Southern women you automatically think they are all good cooks. But, not necessarily true. Of course you can throw butter, cheese and pretty much bacon into any dish and it’s going to be deemed good. But, a true cook from the South can make a biscuit with their eyes closed. And their staple dishes are not filled with cream cheese and cream of soup recipes.
So for some reason yesterday I got a bee in my bonnet and decided I’d cook this entire meal in the magazine. Only I couldn’t find celery root. I had to improvise and make mashed potatoes instead. I will tell y’all I am critical of my own cooking, and even I thought they were the BEST mashed potatoes I’ve ever made in my life.
We started with apple/onion soup. Oh my! Ohhhhhhhh my!!!!!!!
I even made the cheese puff pastries on top. I have packed the rolling pin away. But, thank goodness when in a pinch a pint glass (from our wedding in 2003) works just as well. The recipe called for chicken stock. I think you could easily make it with a vegetable stock!
It was delish. I love this time of year. Apples are everywhere (along with pumpkins. Shout out to my sister in law Kim………..she loves pumpkin anything. When ever I see anything with a pumpkin I automatically think of her.)
Fall is finally in the air in Denver. I of course am holding my breath for there to be nothing but warm days ahead. But, I like the cool nights without a doubt! I hope the leaves start to change soon.
Even my children ate the soup up. I made a roast chicken to go with it. And with that I think I am done grocery shopping for the next week. I refuse to move groceries. I have my limits on packing. So tonight the kids are going to eat minestrone soup, frozen edamame with perhaps rice? Is this a balanced meal? No way. But, at least I will not have to move a bag of frozen edamame. I mean have mercy. Wine I can see.
Here’s the recipe: It’s so easy! Apple-Onion Soup
Y’all it has been a whirlwind over the last week! I can’t believe it’s only been a week!!!!
We closed on our new house on a very rainy snowy day. Fortunately we didn’t have to move in right away. So we have been able to get some things done.
It’s been a week of meeting contractors. Me begging the painter to please have mercy on me and fit me into his schedule (and I assured him I had paint colors picked……kind of sort of.) Then we quickly went from thinking we would just live with the kitchen as is to a bill that cost more than a new fridge to repair the old fridge. So now I think we may have to consider new appliances all around. I literally picked my trim out by going off of what two friends suggested. HA! I trust them. But, picking whites is more work than you think!
Either way we are pretty excited. It’s worked out that we have a lot of time between houses just in terms that the kids are easing into the move. Priss has not be very happy about moving because she thought she had to leave her bed at the old house. Bubba has been suspicious of the new house because he thinks the cat that was once living there may still be lurking.
An empty house it turns out is the best party house that ever existed for kids (and fathers.) We have had a party in the house so to speak already! The kids are more excited about the house because now that they see their friends will be over daily after school they can’t move soon enough.
In the middle of everything I have been fighting the flu. I was so under the weather last weekend. Then felt pretty good. Then Saturday afternoon it hit me again hard. I am always reminded when I am sick that I would never want to be terminally ill (who would?) because it’s depressing to me to see my kids struggle with seeing me under the weather. Everyone is a bit on edge when I am sick I notice.
My biggest excitement in the new house has been picking out new countertops. Last year when we redid our kitchen I was pushed towards granite. Mostly because I knew it would help sell the house. I wanted marble! But, everyone talked me out of it. Or rather against it.
So in the new house I knew early on if I was going to have a new countertop it was going to be marble. I never knew people would have such an opinion about countertops. I have always wanted white counters. I want white with a little bit of grey vein. I want clean. I want to see counters that remind me of living in Italy in a little village. I want to be able to roll out dough onto a cold surface! I don’t bake that much. My mom is the baker in the family. But, if I am going to bake (and who knows this may motivate me to make homemade pie crust) then I like the idea of being able to do so on white marble! I don’t ask for a lot. Just white marble. that’s all. Oh and all new appliances. And a sink. And new faucet. But, that’s all. Really. That is all.
When I went to pick out my marble last week, I think I was on edge for the negative comments I was going to get when I said marble. Much to my relief my sales rep said “have what you want. If you want marble get it. You are not supposed to cut on any of these surfaces as it is. So there really isn’t a difference.” I immediately liked her. She spoke my language.
Of course I kept getting drawn into one particular marble. It was in group 6. Which meant the most expensive. I couldn’t see the tags because they were on the other end of each slab section. I don’t walk through the slabs. I am so freaked out that they will fall over. So I stayed in the area where only a fork lift could hit me.
I picked this after a twenty minute search. Believe me most people take days, weeks to pick their stone. Not me. I didn’t even ask them to pull the slabs apart for me to choose. I was probably the only woman there that day that didn’t have a designer with me and didn’t have a cabinet door and ten swatches of paint. In other words my sales rep loved me.
I feel like I want to send out engraved announcements. Seriously. That’s how much I love this marble.
SO if you are wondering where I am……….I am packing, moving, picking out finishes, and praying that we don’t have snow, rain, or any type of moisture for the next ten days. I need floors to dry that are being refinished.
After ten years of living in a house that I always had to think about putting on the market it’s really fun to be in a house that I think will be our house for the next 30 or so years. I am loving picking out finishes that we want.
I’m not sure if I will post a lot of before and afters. Our house was never on the MLS and I am loving that people can’t get on line and see where we live. That always creeped me out a little. But, I will definitely post some before and afters of the kitchen. It is after all the place I spend most of my life!