Here is my dining room.
Other Rooms:
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Home: Front Hall and Kitchen
Welcome to my home.
The stove is from 1948, the kitchen was re-done shortly thereafter. I'm guessing it's from the early 1950's or so.
I love that the apartment still has the original telephone in the wall. Sometimes I pick it up and say, "Operator, please give me bluebird twelve" to amuse house guests or myself.
Monday, April 16, 2012
And the sum of it...
Update: After much thought and consideration and conversations with people, beautiful and worried emails, phone calls, texts, facebook messages of support, and comments left here I've decided that maybe I will go on blogging.
I'm going to work on keeping the blog a little more distant from my personal life - expect more fanciful photo shoots of clothing and old items, perhaps some room tours, and less about my family and relationships offline. I need to really work to protect them and guard them and when I feature them on this blog I am projecting an image that they don't always feel they can live up to. That's not fair of me.
But it's also not fair to ask me to give this up completely as well, for all the reasons outlined below.
***
I've had this blog up and running for over four hundred posts. I've really appreciated what this blog has allowed me to do - document the very best, the most perfect parts of my life.
It's not all like that, though. There are screaming matches in the kitchen with JR sometimes. Our cats shed and claw up everything. Our house is a wreck most of the time. My clothes don't always match and sometimes I smell bad or look frumpy. I crash or my mascara runs.
And it's okay to not be perfect. No blogger is. I know behind the photos that they take there are probably another fifteen that get rejected. Behind the perfectly cooked meal plated wonderfully on matching or artfully mismatched china are a dozen failed recipes or burnt things or fallen soufflés.
I thought the idea of archiving the perfect would, in a way, help me see the world in a better light. Understand that there are glimpses of calm and comfort and glory in a chaotic, stressful, careless world, save them up and savor them.
But not everyone sees it like that. Some people see it as a staged effort to live some sort of perfect life for other reasons, like a reason to be stressed out when things go wrong, because it doesn't match up to the things here.
But it's not true. I was just saving the very best. I was jealously guarding what I thought was comfort.
But until that is clearly understood I can't continue to post.
Hopefully this is resolved soon but until then...
Elizabeth (who continues to live, and live, and live. Don't you worry!)
I'm going to work on keeping the blog a little more distant from my personal life - expect more fanciful photo shoots of clothing and old items, perhaps some room tours, and less about my family and relationships offline. I need to really work to protect them and guard them and when I feature them on this blog I am projecting an image that they don't always feel they can live up to. That's not fair of me.
But it's also not fair to ask me to give this up completely as well, for all the reasons outlined below.
***
I've had this blog up and running for over four hundred posts. I've really appreciated what this blog has allowed me to do - document the very best, the most perfect parts of my life.
It's not all like that, though. There are screaming matches in the kitchen with JR sometimes. Our cats shed and claw up everything. Our house is a wreck most of the time. My clothes don't always match and sometimes I smell bad or look frumpy. I crash or my mascara runs.
And it's okay to not be perfect. No blogger is. I know behind the photos that they take there are probably another fifteen that get rejected. Behind the perfectly cooked meal plated wonderfully on matching or artfully mismatched china are a dozen failed recipes or burnt things or fallen soufflés.
I thought the idea of archiving the perfect would, in a way, help me see the world in a better light. Understand that there are glimpses of calm and comfort and glory in a chaotic, stressful, careless world, save them up and savor them.
But not everyone sees it like that. Some people see it as a staged effort to live some sort of perfect life for other reasons, like a reason to be stressed out when things go wrong, because it doesn't match up to the things here.
But it's not true. I was just saving the very best. I was jealously guarding what I thought was comfort.
But until that is clearly understood I can't continue to post.
Hopefully this is resolved soon but until then...
Elizabeth (who continues to live, and live, and live. Don't you worry!)
Friday, April 13, 2012
All Quiet...
It's so quiet here because I'm busy riding bikes.
I added this Yeti to my fleet and I've been spending some quality time riding around on it.
I sold my mountain bike last year saying there was a Yeti with my name on it out there...and sure enough there was, literally.
My husband had these little decals made with the Colorado flag and my name for each of my bikes. Sweetest little gift ever. Now each of my bikes is personalized and you'll never get them mixed up with anyone else's Pinarello, Ridley, or Yeti.
Schwinifred doesn't get a name sticker, poor girl.
In other news while riding that mountain bike I ran across this guy on the trails.
I had never before seen a mountain biking unicyclist in the flesh. I had heard of them before but spotting this guy was like spotting a unicorn.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Friday, April 06, 2012
And then Santa Fe...
We headed down to Santa Fe again last weekend. We ate more green chili and looked around the city a bit.
We attempted to hike the Rio Grande but the path I took down last time no longer exists because a rock fall took the trail out.
We left early on Sunday and wound our way back up to Denver with a stop at my favorite national park, Great Sand Dunes.
This time we knew better than to take our camera into the dunes - the fine sand gets everywhere in it and you end up spending hours disassembling and cleaning it.
All in all another successful weekend trip.
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