May 20, 2018:


Yesterday Prince Harry married American Meghan Markle and I couldn't get enough of the royal wedding. What a gorgeous dress, the bride was radiantly beautiful and the church at Windsor - oh my goodness, the flowers alone were soooo beautiful. There's nothing like a good love story to make one appreciate how precious we can be (and should be) to each other.

I'm glad the weather was perfect yesterday for the new Duke and Duchess of Sussex's wedding. I can't say the same for around here. Spring keeps teasing and then going away. This morning I woke up to a "balmy" 47 degrees F outside, rain, damp, and I turned the heat back on! It's May 20th, the heat. should. not. be. on. Period.

Last Thursday, however, was beautiful. I was able to get a goodly amount of yard and garden clean-up done over several days last week. I also took some photos of my flowering tree anchoring the north corner of my house and made the current collage. I think it's an ornamental cherry, and on the the other end of the house, I think that's called a purple sand cherry? I'll have to check that. The blossoms on the tree do not have a distinct fragrance, but the purple shrub that wants to be a tree (despite my hacking it back, back and back yearly - I'm losing, by the way) has myriad blossoms with a distinct fragrance. I can't decide if the scent is too beautiful to bear or too awful to smell, it certainly can be overpowering!

This coming week will be the third cut of the grass this season. We had rain late Friday night and then for several hours earlier this morning. This rain, on top of the rain we had over four days the prior weekend, and the grass is growing like nobody's business! I don't mind doing the grass, though, as long as it's not too hot, too cold, not raining, and not too windy. I'm not picky at all, am I...

I still have a lot of raking out of areas that suffered from snow mold over the winter, and have not yet really tackled cleaning out the north flower bed in the backyard. That will be a chore!

But Memorial Day weekend is coming. This coming Saturday I will be out with a friend (who has a nice large van - goody!) stocking up on potting soil, top soil to fill in never-ending low spots in the yard, grass seed, and lots of plants! For some reason, this spring seems busier than those in prior years. I can't figure out why that is...


Saturday, February 11, 2012

Tearing Apart My Bedroom - Part 4

And so, you see (if you've read the posts below) that my bedroom isn't so "bare bones" after all, but is just loaded with memories, in each of its relatively few constituent pieces!

Each piece in my bedroom is special in its own way. They incorporate both my past, and my present.

Those plain white net sheers at the windows -- they were in my very first house I bought in 1986 -- left behind by the prior deceased owner. After I laundered them, I realized they were not tan, but were white!  LOL!  The former owner(s) of my first house were smokers, and there was film of nicotine and tar over EVERYTHING!  Back then, a younger Jan had the energy to scrub up everything, including ceilings, woodwork (left in it's natural state and was beautiful once cleaned), wood panelling in the dining room and the "Spanish Plaster" walls, which were the absolute worst to clean because it wasn't just a swipe and wipe!  I wonder how many miles I posted marching up and down the ladder so many times...  After I thoroughly scrubbed down the house from ceiling to floorboards, I didn't have to paint at all!  The Spanish Plaster was beautiful and the paint the prior owner(s) had put on was in neutral colors and in great shape underneath the now-removed smut of who knows how many years.  So, I was rewarded for my muscular cleaning endeavors.  The Goddess does bless hard work done with a good heart...

When I sold that home three years later and embarked upon the adventure of having my current home custom-built, I packed up those old but now pristine-white net sheers, along with the chandelier from that home's dining room, which now hangs above my round table in "this" dinette, and the mini-chandelier that now hangs in "this" mini-entry-way (it used to hang in my grand entry-way.  That entry-way was large enough to use as a home office as well as a mini-green house.  It held my Ming-style desk and chair, a very large oriental painting and some oriental hangings, and many many plants!  It had a mini-tile floor in earth tones ranging from nearly white to deep brown, but was mostly gold, and it was all so beautiful.  Why did I ever sell that house?)

I thnk the light fixtures I abducted from "my old house" are Art Deco, or possibly a blend of Art Nouveau and Art Deco. 

They are chrome-plated (a little pitted and scarred), and there is a "bronze" finish that seems to be painted on some of the other metal (of unknown type).  There are creamy-colored milk-glass fixtures.  My brother-in-law, Fred L., removed them from my old house before I sold it (I installed new fixtures that were lovely and fit their respective spaces, but were not "historical"), and re-wrired both fixtures for me before the contractor's electrician re-hung them for me in early 1990 in this house.  Maybe those fixtures (and who knows, maybe the net sheers, too) are close to being "antiques."  I already know they're vintage, darlings :)

Ach!  Getting off track (as per usual).  Here are more photos of the "bedroom rip apart" in progress:

Before: Bed loaded with shit that I scooped out from underneath.  It occurred
to me before I started shoving the bed toward its eventual destination that it
would behoove me to remove all the stuff I'd stashed underneath it more than
2 years before when I'd put the home on the market for sale...
Yes, that IS a toilet seat...resting against one of my pillows...

Believe it or not, this is one of 2 toilet seats I bought more than 10 years ago to replace
the grungy looking original wood seats on the upstairs and downstairs toilets.  I was really
really stupid, darlings.  I let one of my cheapskate sisters, Darlene, talk me into spending
less money to buy these plastic toilet seats, instead of the nice, sturdy wood ones I wanted
to buy.  C'est l'avi!  I replaced the gunky toilet in the downstairs bath with the new plastic
one.  It was so shitty afterward, that I never did replace the upstairs toilet seat, but continued
to use the "grungy" one.  Now, of course, I realize I can just take the sucker off and repaint it!
And so, all ths time, the second cheapo plastic toilet seat has been stashed under my bed...
Look at that!  Still in its original wrapping!  Meanwhile, the grungy toilet seat in the upstairs
bath has yet to be replaced. Yes, all these years (21 and counting) I've lived here I have
scrubbed diligently.  Didn't seem to make a fricking difference.  So why the hell clean???

A close-up of some of the shit from underneath the bed now piled on top of my bed!
That IS an old rolled-up rug, darlings!  It's putrid green, too.  What WAS I thinking
back then???  It's practically brand new. It will be a donation to the Purpole Heart soon.
You can also see parts of two black/grey/white large posters of vintage New York City,
one of my favorite places in the world.  I took them down in 2009 from - the den? - the
guest room?  -- don't remember, when I put the house on the market.  I seriously need
to remount them!  Right now they are masking-taped to two bands (top and bottom)
cut out of cardboard boxes.  In light, all the "waves" between the taped parts show!

A cock-eyed view of the posters from underneath the bed now on top of the bed!

The other side of the bed - lots of pictures that were taken down during the 2009 "de-cluttering"
 when I put the house on the market for sale.  I figured I would try for the home-buyer credit and home-seller credit
in one-fell swoop!   My house has NEVER (exactly) been cluttered but, to my shame, I listened to the really bad advice
of the full-of-crap brokers.  They ultimately brought me two offers; I accepted one, and then let it go when it was
clear they couldn't sell their house for their asking price.  The other buyers, for "cash", pissed me off so much (long story)
that I outright refused it! They not only low-balled me, they insulted me by offering $20,000 less than the
listing price.  F-U!  I instructed my brokers to counter for the full listing price!  Har!  That's when the brokers called
 me and offered to "cancel" our contract.  I gladly accepted! Guess I wasn't really ready to sell Maison Newton after all.

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