Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Ask Auntie Leila: My three-year-old won't nap!

{I am including pictures of my garden to go along with this post. Ignore the fact that the lawn needs to be mown and the weeding hasn't been done! I'm hoping that this discussion will affirm for you that perfection -- having things go right -- isn't the answer.}


Dear Auntie Leila,
I have a very difficult time getting my almost-3-year-old to nap.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Everything is fine now.

This is going to seem dumb.

But I think that I spend a lot of time wishing things were different.

Do you do that? It's a habit of mind. We can make ourselves sick over wondering WHAT IF and IF ONLY-- what if I had a different husband? If only my children were different! What if I lived somewhere warmer? cooler? in an older house? in a newer house? If only I were thinner! younger! smarter! funnier!





And the conclusion we always reach is that we would be so much happier!

The reason I think this is going to seem dumb to you is the little thing that I noticed after many years of doing my laundry. I've always wanted something like this:


It just seems so very handy, doesn't it? What if I had something like that? How really perfect everything would be!

I do have a nice drying rack that the Chief made me when my old, flimsy one died. I hang it on a sturdy hook next to the washer, just to keep it out of the way when not in use (you know how I like to keep things up on the walls, right?):



I take it down and hang my permanent press things on it. In the winter, I might put it by the fire and dry off people's scarves and other wet, cold items.

Once in a while, if I have only a few little delicates that I don't need the full deploy for, I put them over the rungs as is, while it's on the hook.


And never ever, until just a few months ago, did I realize, just by accident, that I can pull it out very easily!

Don't laugh at me!


I guess I never tried it!







Just like one of those fancy wall-mounted clothes racks!

It was like that all along!


How funny is that?


My life is perfect now ;)



Want to tell us about something little you figured out (you don't have to be as dumb as me!)?

Is there something simple that makes you feel like "everything's fine!" that you've posted about on your blog? Feel free to link to the post in the comments!

Have you conquered the "if onlys" in some area?

Let us know!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Roasted radishes? Color me not obsessed.




Just before planting time, I saw a recipe for roasted radishes that convinced me to overcome my initial determination not to plant any of that particular, frankly uninspiring, veggie.



Usually the most radish I ever want is three or four small slices in a salad, for color. I'm not a fan.




In the midst of last week's flurry, I found myself mixing dough, thawing chicken (for Will to make chicken cheesesteaks, a Philly treat; and he's from Philly, apparently, now that he goes to school there)...


...and taking advantage of heating the oven for the bread to roast a few radishes, just to see. I usually really love any vegetable if you roast it (and of course, deep fry it!).

{Don't forget to try Eggplant Obsession!}







I didn't over-commit myself.

Which is just as well, because the verdict is... meh. Just really not that great.

On the other hand, don't you love the other stool?

Monday, June 21, 2010

Flurry of activity, with crafting.


My husband's job is journalism...Catholic journalism.

He has a colleague in France who has seven children (and if you think it's a challenge raising a big family in America, you should count your blessings). This interesting, amiable fellow has sent two of his sons here to stay with us to practice their English (despite my repeated cautions that we live in the middle of nowhere -- no public transportation, no neighbors, no sidewalks for goodness sakes -- it's not Paris --






-- it's not even Worcester).

They've spent about 5 summer weeks each, and their sister is coming this year, in August. I'm not sure what the attraction is, since our life is simple and quiet to the point of boredom when you aren't being worked to death with chores. Oh well, they learned a little bit about painting a porch and weeding! In English...

When Deirdre wondered how she could immerse herself in French, I pointed out that Jean-Marie had been urging us for years to take him up on his offer to reciprocate. Last week, off she went!

Her plan, which I think is fabulous, is, for six weeks (part in Paris, part in Lorraine --


--where I assume she will be quiet to the point of boredom or be made to paint a porch), refusing to speak English and drawing and painting.

Consequently, her two suitcases and huge "purse" (more like a suitcase that you insouciantly carry over your shoulder, with an aim to hoodwink airline personnel into thinking you only have one carry-on bag) are jam-packed to the scale-tipping point (which is nerve-wracking, but apparently an easel is a necessary accoutrement) with art supplies, including all these pens, pencils, and brushes, for which we spent a considerable time in our favorite stores trying to find carrying-cases.





So we're in that spaced-out state you get in after a few hours of shopping, and I'm trying to get her to describe to me what she wants...and of course I already made her a pencil case long ago...




{although in trying to be clever and use a scrap of fabric with a zipper already installed, I ended up making a ton of work for myself. You know those moments when you are so smart? The shortcuts that aren't so short?}



...and finally I say, "I'll make you what you want."

Of course.

We don't buy stuff like that.








We make it!

If only because we are worn out with shopping!

I have these upholstery samples...want to use those?

They have some paper backing for the book that has to be removed.



Some soft white flannel (just an old sheet) to line the one with the brushes...


I like this faux bark-cloth idea:




No pattern, just think about what you want and what has to go in there.

The fun part: rummaging in the trims!







At first we thought of sewing sections, but she liked the idea of being able to open up that flap and really see what is in there, then spread the brushes evenly and roll it all up.


The ribbon is sewn on the edge of the outer side. It won't fall off.

Colored pencils and pigma pens to go...




She wanted patchwork for the lining of the pen case (the pink and blue below), so I used some of the smaller pieces for that. Sorry I didn't take photos of the insides of the other two (or of her burdened down with luggage, for that matter).

Here you see the three I made this time around: in the back, the brush case, then the pencil case, then the pen case.

The latter two close securely with velcro.



Cram them in your bags and go!

Bon voyage, ma petite!


Friday, June 18, 2010

My little creative space. In which I go on and on, and show you many photos. Not for the faint of heart.

Okay, here we go!

I've asked the question before -- why, in a house with over 5000 square feet of living space, do I find myself in that little place off the kitchen...




All I can say is, I really love it.





{We're going to go through clockwise, starting on the left there as you go in. Imagine me standing in there and turning from the left to the right, talking your ear off about my junk.

The above picture uses a wide angle to get the whole thing (mostly), which makes it seem big. Click for the vintage ironing board re-do.

Also, that floor is not mirror shiny, as this shot would have you believe. No, not at all.}





On the last housekeeping post, commenter Jamie made the point that wanting things to be pretty isn't a bad thing! And that housekeeping is most fulfilling if you think of it as a means of providing prettiness in everyday life!

And that is so true. That's what I've tried to do here, in my own way. Some little things the kids have made...my beloved enamel pots and pans...some holy cards...

Okay, below we have a "before."

Not a real before, however.

When we moved in, blogging wasn't really a thing, so I never thought to record the mold-covered walls (from a leak above), the huge dumb cabinets (some of which I did repurpose in the mudroom above the washer and dryer), and the awkward door that closed off all that unusable, ugly space.

We pulled all that out, took down the door, fixed the wall, and painted with whatever paint was lying around at the time. But that white is too gray.

Beware of white paint that has gray in it. Just don't go there if you want to be happy and feel warm.



The white wire shelving system to the right of the desk was a yard sale find -- $7. It's a tad broken, but it works.

See the stool lurking there? See the 80s teak desk? Don't forget to see the furniture redo.

I now have that white folding table -- see it under the window? -- in the den.

As you can see, I used to have my computer in the pantry. (Along with the food and the ironing...do you think I'm nuts to do all that in this little room? I sort of am!) I kept the sewing machine tucked in there (see, on the right?) and brought it to the kitchen or dining table to sew.







It made sense -- having the computer at hand --I do not think that the computer should be out of your sight once the kids start using it.

But let me tell you something.

I.
Was.
Cold.

Yeah, no heat. Nice in summer, freezing every other time. Especially because there's something about working at the computer that makes your right arm numb in the best of times, do you know what I mean? (I'm never that cold while sewing...)




But even with the ugly floor and the ugly paint job, I just did my best! If you want a little tour -- you know, if this isn't already much more than you ever wanted to know and you aren't off to do something exciting like clean your tile grout, check out my clementine box hack video!









Because the computer needed to be close to the outlet, there was nowhere to put the food shelves other than to the right as you go in, which loses space in the corner.

Finally the Chief had it with me being frozen nigh unto death. He said enough to the numb limbs and made me move into the den where there is heat.

At the same time, I thought and thought about where to have a little crafting space...





It all came together when we redid the kitchen floor (also, my mother was praying for me to get a craft room, which was very nice of her).

The Chief, who was understandably worried about the expense and disruption of the floor renovation (to us, an almost insurmountable nightmare), tried to convince me not to do the pantry at the same time.

Can you imagine?

Like what.

People who hate remodeling so much that they live with ugly things for multiple years are going to have the guy come out twice?  And he's going to come back to do 77 square feet?

I don't think so.



I also re-painted while my sweet husband was on a rare business trip. He didn't want me to re-paint in here! Because it's too disruptive! When everything is already out of there because of the floor!

He's crazy.

I just did it real fast and he hardly noticed!

Again, I used the paint lying around, but this time I mixed white and yellow (good quality, too), and got something lighter than the kitchen but still warm and tidy.







Okay, enough blather. On to the clockwise part.


Here on the left we have the wooden shelves. Cookbooks, fabric, buttons and ribbons, and sewing notions (the red bucket holds ironing supplies and the plaid tin below holds un-aesthetic necessaries such as elastic, velcro, and seam binding). Crafting sundries in those baskets....



The poster is of The France, a large luxury liner that I actually went on from New York to Le Havre as a 14-year old, the year my father sabbaticaled in Belgium. I found this in a shop, very much marked down, and had to have it, but it's got a heavy poly laminate on it and I have no idea how to hang it. Well, I could make a little shelf for it, that would work.

But it's not high on the list to hang it, because it sits right there, only falling down behind the bookcase every once in a while.







I made that extra-large grocery-bag holder out of a skirt I once had, which I loved.




In this basket you will find paper towels and napkins, as well as old kitchen towels for mopping up spills.




Now, moving to the back of the pantry...you can see that those shelves fit in perfectly under that dumb useless soffit thing.

Wait! Not true! It has a use! It funnels the frigid air in from outside. It used to be a vent of some sort. One day as I was huddled, clothed in multiple layers, at the desk, checking my email, I realized that torrents of freezing air were pouring down upon me. So my dear husband plugged it all up. Still.

{Go read about how to hack your clementine boxes!! See them there? I've updated my instructions to include using the front panel that you take off to make a support for the exposed bottom.}




Here you have the window, which is a blessing, don't you think? I even cleaned the window!



{We actually do need those lanterns...the power goes out quite a bit in these parts. Maybe I'll find a place for them in the mudroom at some point....}

Most of my house has no nooks and crannies. Just wide open high-ceilinged spaces...so I never have a place to tuck little things for display. They end up here!

Rosie loves any kind of paper craft, and one Thanksgiving she made those little origami boxes to hold place cards for the whole extended family.

Everyone forgot to take theirs home! After doing that thing where I had them in a basket, shifting them around the craft closet for quite a while, I got the idea to string them in a sort of colorful garland.




And the banner was from Joseph for a long-ago birthday...maybe he was 11? How sweet is that? It was meant to be a flag, hence the staples on the left ;)

The rest of my house is so big, with such demanding spaces, that there is not much scope (or perhaps too much intimidating scope) for this kind of frivolous exhibition. I find it safe to throw things up here.



Couldn't resist this metal aqua storage shelf at our local antiques (really, junk) shop.



Too bad the only place to put it (under the window) means it's not visible unless you're well into the pantry.

With our back to the window, let's look back at the wooden shelves, okay? I moved the ironing board out of the way ;)









Okay, turning back, I'm not absolutely sure what to do with that big basket of yarn...





So, do you want to see more? Who doesn't want an interminable tour of a tiny room!

We are now on the right wall of the pantry as you go in.

Remember, it has taken me 30 years to get to this point, the point of "not as good as a lot of the pictures that inspired me in the first place," but good enough for me to feel creative, peaceful, and not in a constant state of annoyance at not having space to work. I bet you could be much faster!





I love a sewing machine, I realized, because it doesn't need to pre-heat, and you don't have to do anything other than toggle that little switch! You just turn it on and go! You can take three stitches and walk away from it if you need to. Nothing will burn...what you're working on will just sit there until the next time. 


Basically, my "sewing room" is a desk with my sewing machine on it, and some shelves for fabric and other crafting necessities.

But it looks like more than that, doesn't it?


I think it's because of putting things up on the walls.



The wooden hangers, embroidered linen towels, and many of the sewing notions -- many many of them -- come from my mother-in-law's vast stash, which I inherited after her passing. Some of them are so old that they are fun to look at. It's a pity to get rid of them or put them away!

The orange paper star is leftover from Rosie's wedding decorations.

I didn't "decorate" this, you see! It's just the stuff that I have already, and some other stuff I can't resist at yard sales or junk shops.

What do you have that you could put up? Or arrange in a pretty way? You could get started. It can evolve, right?





I keep some thread -- upholstery, quilting, and silk -- out in those little cubbies, but the rest in the plastic box under the top of the desk on the right. In the last post I said that thread kept out will deteriorate (if it works for you, then by all means, ignore me!) -- and I had wanted those pretty spool holders....


The yard-sale shelf is now in the corner, a position more felicitous as to space usage. It holds more fabric, paper, and mailing supplies.

And piles of stuff on top.

(I'm going to make candles, but first I have to find a pot at a yard sale to melt the wax. I'm not paying $17 at Michael's for a dumb pot!)

I like to clothes-pin things to my shelf...



...if they inspire me!

Now we're inside looking back out towards the kitchen. At some point, long ago, the door on this wall -- on the left there -- led outside. But now it's quite blocked off, so I just keep adding coats of paint to it! As I told you in my nailing the broom to the wall post, we are the kind of people who just paint over a bitten up piece of molding, I guess.

One must have one's broom and one's air gun handy. Dirt and squirrels...the enemies!



Contrary to what you might think, I do have a place to hang the ironing board out of the way. I can tuck it right there, between the wire shelf and the wall!

I rarely do, though...






Since taking these pictures, I found a cute vintage red clock to replace that chrome one (which I got for free somewhere). It had just stopped keeping time!

Since the cord is so short, I had to move things a bit, and in the process, found a place for this darling little drawing that has been sitting around, forlorn, because it's too small for anywhere else.


And that's it! I really think that's it for the pantry!
But if I think of anything else, I'll let you know!
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