|We saw lots of chickadees today while we were skiing.|
|New year, new top, old pants.|
|I’m participating in a trend, folks.|
|This design on this top is busy, not what I usually wear… but I love it.|
This long-sleeved tee by Noujica is Canadian made, in Montreal. They design their own fabric, and knit or sew all their garments locally. They have a small collection that includes some interesting bags and other winter accessories. I love the cowl/scarf that exactly matches my tee shirt. I may order it. You can see the latest Noujica collection here. I wore my new shirt with my leather pants (again), the red cuff I bought at Covent Garden Market in London last fall, and these cheapie red and gold earrings from a few years ago.
|Accessorizing my new shirt with my Caroline Faiers cuff , my old earrings from Pier One, and a few wrinkles. Ha.|
So. Let’s do a recap. New year. New snow. Two new tops. And soon Hubby and I will have new floors in most of the rooms in our house. But in the meantime, living in a winter worksite has been… well… definitely not bucolic.
Yep. Winter in our house so far has been neither pristine, nor peaceful. We’ve been invaded. We’ve never had so much all encompassing work done in the winter, when it’s not that easy to escape. Can’t take my book into the backyard. Or sit with my tea and lunch on the deck. Today, I’m ensconced in my tiny den. Typing, drinking tea, with a heater on the floor beside me because the workmen have to go in and out, in and out; the back door is right behind me. And then there’s the nailing, hammering, sawing, sanding, brrrruppping of the power screw driver, the banging, the worrisome thumping, the dust, the mess… I could go on… but words are beginning to fail me.
|Winter reno: Day 1… OMG. Day 2… OMG.|
Yesterday, when Hubby and I left to shop for area rugs and then go for lunch, our dining and living rooms looked like the shot above, on the right. The carpet and old parquet were gone, ripped up. The house looked as if someone had dropped a bomb. And the installer was just starting to unbox the hardwood.
A few hours later when we arrived home, the workmen had left for the day. The house was quiet, and in darkness. I virtually tiptoed in. I held my breath. I was afraid to look. Had I made a terrible mistake deciding we should do this? All this bother, and all the mess, not to mention the money, and we’d no doubt hate it. The floors would look awful. Not like I had imagined. And nothing would go with anything. And it would all be awful. I believe that’s what psychologists call “awful-izing.” I excel at “awful-izing” sometimes.
But. It wasn’t awful. The dining and living room floors looked wonderful. Just as I had imagined. I walked around, with my hands over my mouth, grinning and sighing. And when Hubby came in after parking the car in next door’s driveway, so the workers would have space to park their trucks the next day, I was almost speechless with happiness. He laughed, agreed it looked great, and poured himself a beer. And now I’m thinking that he’s thinking that if speechlessness is the result maybe we should renovate more often. Ha.
So two more days and it will all be done. Hopefully. The bedrooms and hall are underway. Mostly someone has to be here in case something goes wrong, or decisions need to be made. Old houses like ours always, always present little surprises. We’ve been down this road before. Today we escaped to the ski trails for a couple of hours. The skiing was perfect; the snow was perfect. Pristine, as I’ve said. As pristine as our new floors will be… soon.
|Escape to the ski trails.|
So, my friends, besides your growing “to read” list, what’s new with you?