The Kitchen Project ~ Part 2

After narrowing down the style of cabinet, and figuring out the basic set-up of the room, we finished up with that initial consultation and made our way to the first tile store, where we were promptly overwhelmed. We should have gone in with an exact idea of what we wanted, instead of going in blindly to find whatever spoke to us. There was simply too much, and it was overpowering. We struggled to find the backsplash and the floor tile, but realized it was not happening. At times like that, it was best to step back and take a break from looking – to clear the head, focus on something else, and return when you’ve had some time away.

Meanwhile, in our old kitchen, I held up the cabinet samples. The white looked all right. I’d previously painted the current cabinets a similar white, so it wasn’t a shock to see. But I noticed as I placed the sample next to what was there, how dirty and dingy the older ones looked. Andy had mentioned the clean-up and up-keep involved in white, but I hadn’t listened. Here was the proof.

I lifted the cherry sample up against the old cabinets. Beneath the skylight, it glowed warmly in hues of amber, lending a richness that filled the space but didn’t overwhelm. It was comforting. For so long, I’d resisted what was comfortable ~ comfortable didn’t always translate to beautiful, comfort was too often a cop-out, a safe way to go, an acquiescence to the tried and true. I thought of Andy, and his joy at the cherry, and suddenly wondered what was so wrong with comfort and safety. Most people strive to find that in their lives. Here it was, in my own hand, and I laughed a little at my resistance. When I told Andy and Michelle I was okay with the cherry wood, I acted like I “compromised my ass off”, but really, I was just giving in to the husband who knew best.

With that decided, we could tentatively use the Yellow River granite we were so taken with, and move on to the selection of floor and backsplash tile. We tried a different tile place, and found exactly what we wanted – a glossy floor tile in a very light tan, with a marble-like pattern to it.

Without the exact piece of granite, choosing a backsplash proved trickier, but there was a sample of the Yellow River on hand, so we chose a selection of glass subway tiles that would work with it. In a softer palette of greens and blues, accented by a soft amber and almond, the glossy glass backsplash would reflect and fill with light. Based on this collection, we chose the paint color for the dining room walls (which now merged seamlessly with the kitchen) and the incidental kitchen wall space. For someone often unfairly, and inaccurately, characterized as loud and boisterous, I liked a green reminiscent of Spanish moss, with the fitting name of ‘Quietude’. That left just the granite, and an adventure in our sister state of New Jersey.

{To be continued…}

[See also Part 1]
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The Kitchen Project ~ Part 1

It was a Saturday in September when we got in the car and took that first step. The day was sunny and clear, and the trees were just starting to exhibit their first bit of fall color. Our Sweet Autumn Clematis was blooming its head off, the canopy of tiny white star-like blossoms filled with giddy bees. The maples had begun to burn, and the weeping larch was just starting to let go of its green, slowly ripening into the magnificent bright gold it would eventually become. A bright blue sky, accented by a few fluffy white clouds, bloomed brilliantly over all. It was the ideal day to begin a new project – and there was none bigger than a total kitchen renovation.

It would be daunting, and both Andy and I knew that. I always like to prepare for the worst so there won’t be disappointment, but such doom and gloom would prove unfounded and unwarranted for this project. I did not know that then.

We arrived at Builder’s Kitchens with a basic idea in mind – new cabinets, new floor, new appliances, and the removal of the dividing wall between kitchen and dining room. The place to begin was with the cabinets, around which the rest of the room would take shape. (This was news to a kitchen novice like me, who wanted to start with the floor and move up from there.)

For the cabinets, I was initially hell-bent on having white. Sleek, modern, crisp, cool white to brighten up the space and make it feel larger. Even when Michelle, our amazing designer who saw us through the complicated cabinet process, tried to subtly dissuade me from white, both due to cost and eventual wear-and-tear, I stalwartly refused to consider anything else.

Then I looked over at Andy admiring a set of cabinets made of a medium-hued cherry wood. His eyes lit up as he examined them, and it was then that I knew: we would have cherry wood cabinets. I could see how much he loved them, and he was right – they were gorgeous. I insisted on taking the white sample home as well, not quite ready to “compromise my ass off” just yet, but secretly happy that he’d found something so beautiful, and that we could agree upon.

With those choices in our hands, we walked over to the granite island in the middle of the showroom. It was a beautiful, richly-varied piece of Yellow River granite. Both of us were entranced. It was darker than what I’d originally envisioned for a white cabinet kitchen, but as that seemed to be on the way out, it might work perfectly with a cherry backdrop. That granite was so stunning it haunted me for the rest of the day, and the weeks to come.

{To be continued…}

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Caught in the Crosshairs

Well, the backsplash is now complete. This is a photo of how it looked prior to grouting – I liked the pattern of the spacers, but it seems most people remove them for the finished product. The Before and After posts of the kitchen are coming soon, as well as a lengthy description of how we got from there to here. It all starts tomorrow… Stay tuned.

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Twin Extras

This trio of photos was just found on my flash drive – it seems I never got around to posting them after Christmas. I’m putting them up now because these two tykes are too cute to stuff back in the archives. In a couple of months they’ll be coming up on their fourth birthday, of which the ramifications and march of time startles me.

One of the reasons I’ve been happily unburdened by children is that I didn’t want a ticking time marker under my feet. Unfortunately, I have no control over the arrival of nieces and nephews.

They’re lucky they’re this cute.

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A Nightmare on Dream Street

It started off with Andy and I trying to help wounded soldiers, in the only way I knew how: by making bouquets of flowers. We stopped by our family friend Elaine’s house, and picked bunches of Queen Ann’s lace. I remember the airy umbrels, elegant and rustic at the same time. She gave them generously, helping us gather, and then, in the way that dreams suddenly do, I was in the back seat of a moving car – an expansive station wagon, but not, I don’t think, the woody.

We are hurtling down the highway and a young man with dark hair is in the back seat attacking me. I can’t make out his face, it is in shadow. Andy is gone and I scream – at least I try to scream. The man begins to hit me, viciously, over and over. I try to scramble out of the back seat to the front of the car but I’m paralyzed. Still, no sound comes out, as often happens in my dreams. He does not stop, and I keep trying to scream, hoping the desperate tone, the wild pitch of someone in real trouble, cuts through whatever apathy has me in such dire solitude. When at last the smallest whimper comes out, when I’m almost too scared to speak, I awaken.

Calling out to Andy, I calm myself and slow my breathing. He hurries into the bedroom and I tell him about the nightmare. He asks what the man looked like, but I cannot remember. The only vivid parts were the flowers and the attack. He reassures me that if I couldn’t see his face then it couldn’t happen. I want to believe that.

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Married to the Voice of Madonna

For some reason, when Madonna was announced as performing for part of Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’ song ‘Same Love’, I wasn’t as excited as everyone thought I would be. It was a bit of a surprise to myself, even, but I figured it would be a few throw-away lines at the end, and not worthy of edge-of-the-seat build-up (like that miraculous Super Bowl show). However, like everything she does, Madonna was full of the unexpected. In this case, it was the chorus of ‘Open Your Heart‘, one of her strongest cuts. Slowed down to seamlessly segue in and out of ‘Same Love’, it came just as Queen Latifah presided over the shockingly-moving wedding ceremony of 33 gay and straight couples.

Madonna inspires a whole lot of feelings in me, but she rarely moves me to tears. (The last time I came close was at the Drowned World Tour, when I was seeing her for the very first time.) On this evening, as a backing choral group picked up and carried a few more bars of ‘Open Your Heart‘, and then Madonna joined Mary Lambert for a couple of tender exchanges of ‘She keeps me warm’ before they ended by not crying on Sunday. All in all, it was incredibly emotional, in the sweetest, most non-jaded way.

As for the outfits, Madonna arrived all in black, with a nicely-tailored tux by Ralph Lauren. I dug the hat, still despise the grillz. For the performance she traded in the black for white, with a couple of trademark dangling garters and a cowboy hat. She looked fine – and she looked closer to her age than she usually does (which is normally fifteen years younger). We should all be fortunate to age nearly as well. I saw a few nasty ageist comments online from people with dogs as their profile pics (or maybe they weren’t dogs after all). Anyway, Madonna still knows how to show the room a good time – for this evening it was poignant as well.

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What I Wanted in a Man

Many years ago, my younger and more naive self thought he only needed three things in a partner. They were silly, but sacred, so I kept them secret, waiting for the one to come along who instinctively did all three – that person, I maintained, would be The One. A few guys came close, and eventually I’m sure a few more would have been able to deliver (so simple were the requirements), but it seemed for a while that no one would be quite that compatible with me.

What were these three fairy-tale like wishes? What trio of actions or objects would unlock the key to my heart? As I mentioned, they were silly and simple:

1)    I wanted someone to take a shower while I waited for him in bed. I just wanted the feeling of knowing that someone was there, that someone was the next room down, going about his daily life, but still a part of mine. I wanted the comfort of a day-to-day life together. So yes, the first item was easy enough – he just had to step into the shower.

2)    The second was also easily achieved: I wanted someone who was passionate about something. It could be anything – stamp collecting, rare mushrooms, Buddhist art, orchid cultivation, or cars. He needed to have a passion and an excitement for something, because if you have at least one obsession, you have a passion for life. I didn’t need to share in it – you didn’t have to love gardening, or fashion, or Tom Ford cologne, but if you had your own interests, that mattered.

3)    The third thing was a bit trickier, but no more complicated: I wanted someone to bring me the Sunday New York Times newspaper without me asking. That last part was key: I was good at asking for things, and good at bugging people until I got them, but I didn’t want to have to do that. I guess I just wanted someone who knew me well-enough that I didn’t have to ask.

Over the years, those simple needs expanded to include all sorts of demands and nonsense, and I lost sight of what was truly important, what really mattered. It’s not the grand gestures ~ the Louis Vuitton bag, the Tom Ford cologne, the surprise extended birthday trip in Maine ~ it’s the simple, consistent act of getting a Sunday paper, no matter how far and wide you have to search. It’s the simple touch of someone’s arm as they drop you off at work. It’s the shared smile when you see something on TV that reminds you both of the same thing, the same memory.

It turns out in my younger years I may have been a lot wiser than I am today. Those three things I wished for came true, and I never realized how lucky I was until now.

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Winter… and Summer

It’s easier to see our backyard menagerie of visitors in the winter snow. Like this little squirrel, munching on a piece of bread that Andy tossed out one winter. How these fluffy creatures survive the cold, I’ll never know, but you rarely see a squirrel shiver.

Outside our bedroom window, a trail of bunny prints circles beneath the Wolf’s eye dogwood tree. I watched one of the culprits hop along the poolside fence, disappearing into the snow and brush, the white blur of a puffy tail like some burst of smoky magic.

Peering out of the den, I see more trails, left by other rabbits and squirrels, and right up against the house a smaller set of prints that we can’t quite figure out. It looks too small to be a squirrel, but too large to be a mouse. One of winter’s mysteries.

I much prefer the summer, with its blazing banners of color, floating from butterfly bush to butterfly bush, carrying the sweet hope of nectar on its unfurling sun-kissed tongue.

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Monday Morning Blahs in a Nutshell

After a weekend of laying low and hanging out with Andy, Monday arrives like an unwelcome return bout with strep throat – just when you thought you’d already kicked it. We spent much of the time returning the house back to the state it was in prior to the kitchen being re-done, which meant lots of dusting and moving things, some re-organization and re-configuring, and a  look at the final bill (which came in as expected – and not so far beyond our original estimate as some had suggested). In addition to all of that, I made a chicken curry dish for dinner, and shoveled the driveway for Andy, whose back recently gave out. He was right – it’s not as fun as it looks. (And it never looked fun at all.)

The Madonna Timeline was updated twice – once with a song I love, and again with a song I didn’t. She also performed at the Grammys (though as of this writing it hadn’t happened yet so a recap on that will be forthcoming).

Don’t forget: you’re so invited, and I just can’t hide it.

There were a couple of notably nude male celebrities on display, well, almost – in the naked form of Leonardo DiCaprio (whose ‘Wolf of Wall Street’ was far more entertaining than it had any right to be) and an underwear-clad (and removed?) David Beckham.

Though the weather outside was frightfully frigid, there were Hunks to keep you warm, including shirtless male celebrities like Tom Cullen, Grady Sizemore, Adam Jacobs, Derek Allen Watson, and The Property Brothers.

If all goes according to plan, this week should bring about the long-awaited final completion of our kitchen project – and that will mark a new beginning – something to see us through the rest of this rough winter, until we find our summer again.

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A Lazy Recollection

As I sit here pre-programming posts for the weekend and debating about what to do and where to go, I decided to just be lazy and populate this particular post with blasts from the past. Chosen haphazardly from the last two of three years, they’re just a few items that struck my momentary fancy. Read into them what you will, but don’t read into them too much.

Fading

Reading

Standing

Babysitting

Meeting

Kissing

Disrobing

Holding

Sailing

Dreaming

Failing

Crushing

Banning

Cheesecaking

Drowning.

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Derring Do, Baring Boo(ty)

It’s been a while since I’ve done a shameless underwear post like this, but the people want what they want. (Not that anyone really wants this.) Besides, it’s the weekend, so I can be as gratuitous as I want and no one will be able to find me.

There are a number of guys who have taken far more off than this, and they are in the ‘Naked Male Celebrities’ category of this site.

There are some who have taken off a little less, and they’re in the ‘Shirtless Male Celebrities’ section.

There are some who show off ‘Bulges’ in their briefs and boxers.

There are others who wear their ‘Underwear’ as outerwear.

I’m going to stop now before things go all Dirty Dr. Seuss on your ass. Or mine.

 

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Madonna at the Grammys ~ Tonight!

Tonight’s marks Madonna’s return to performing on the Grammys – I think she’s done it three times before. The first was when she was basking in the success of ‘Ray of Light‘, with her slightly-shaky-voiced ‘Nothing Really Matters‘ – in and elaborate Geisha-by-Gaultier get-up. Visually it was my favorite of her performances.

A couple of years later she previewed her ‘Drowned World Tour‘ by dancing on the hood of a stretch limo for ‘Music’. It was a fun, stimulating, if straightforward performance, the kind of old-school entertainment that consisted of singing and some dance moves – it’s what Madonna does best.

Her last live performance on the Grammys was, I believe, in 2006 with ‘Hung Up’. It was the choreography and routine we’d seen a thousand times by that point, but a nifty intro by the Gorillaz, and Madonna’s own holographic entrance (before actually appearing) injected some new life into the song.

I won’t give away who she’s rumored to be appearing with tonight, and I have no idea what she’ll be performing. That’s the best thing about Madonna – she’s still full of surprises.

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The Gay Soirée: Fashionable Indulgence

In the barren stretch of this drab winter, everyone needs a beacon of sparkling hope to see us through. For me, that’s going to be The Gay Soirée – and you are cordially invited to join me. In keeping with the glamorous nature of the evening, I’ve been working on an outfit that is designed to be both funky and fabulous, with a racy juxtaposition of masculine and feminine to go with the gender-bending bohemian acceptance of the night. Drag queens and drag kings will bump padded shoulders with the most fashionable style harbingers of Albany (and beyond).

When dressing for a party as spectacular as this upcoming one, it’s important to plan your wardrobe in advance. It gives you time for tailoring, time for accessorizing, and time for taking test photographs. There’s nothing worse than realizing your nipples (or your junk) can be seen in the harsh light of a camera flash. Though for this event, that may not be a bad thing. (Also, if you get your tickets in advance of this event, you can save $20 on each. In other ways, it pays, literally, to plan ahead.)

For an event like The Gay Soirée, over-the-top excess is expected, and the more glamorous and flamboyant, the better. This is not an evening to blend in. This is a chance to show off – and I intend to do just that. In other words, get your tickets now.

{ The Gay Soirée will take place on Saturday, February 8, 2014 at The State House located at 142 State Street. VIP Tickets are available for $75, which includes a VIP reception hour with a wine bar; Regular tickets are available now for $45. If tickets remain, they will be available the night of the event for $65. All proceeds go directly to the Capital Pride Center.}

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A Husband Righted

“You’re right. It looks nice there.”

Those first two words are the hardest words for me to say, but I tell my husband that, because he needs to know. I am looking over a large wooden entertainment console, in a rich cherry wood, originally from Stickley. I thought it was too big to fit into the family room, but after years of him insisting, and finally having a few strong men to help move it, we tried it out. And Andy was right. It does fit. Maybe the scale is not quite perfect, but it fits.

Our kitchen is almost complete. Walls came down, the floor was torn up, and even a window was moved. There were frigid nights when only a piece of plastic kept out the winter air, and dusty mornings of naked beams and unfinished wood. Now, near the end of the renovation, I look around and marvel at how far it has come. How far we have come. Sometimes you have to dismantle everything to make it into something better.

I remember the first night we found this house. We sat in this very kitchen, at a table in the corner, above which an 80’s light fixture hung, illuminating the space with its harsh light. Our saucy real estate agent worked her magic and we pounded out a deal there and then. Andy and I smiled at each other. This would be our first home.

Through the years, we did our best to update the kitchen. I re-finished and painted the cupboards. (And ran them over while they were drying in the garage.) We had our friend Jim install a new row of lighting. We painted and hung shelves and managed for a decade, and now that we finally (thanks mostly to my parents) had some money we put it into a proper renovation.

As it nears completion, we can begin to clean up the mess. With every renovation project, there is always a mess. Layers of dust, the make-shift kitchen space we used while it was being done, the temporary homes of dining room objects now able to return to their former form. I begin by dusting, and moving furniture back into place. I wipe off the books and picture frames and lamp shades. I polish the glass and mirrors. Slowly, I try to put things back together.

It’s never quite the same, but maybe – hopefully – it might be better.

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #105 ~ ‘B-day Song’ – Summer 2013

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle, and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

This rather uninspiring bonus track from the otherwise-brilliant ‘MDNA‘ album is barely worthy of a Timeline Entry, but not every Madonna song can be great, so let’s get this over with. 

It mostly reminds me, fittingly, of my last birthday, when Andy and I drove out to The Mount – Edith Wharton’s upstate NY home. It was what I wanted to do – a quiet birthday celebration, low-key and under-the-radar, as most of my birthdays have been. In the car, I played this song a few times – a little Madonna gift to myself. 

Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na, gonna sing my song tonight
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na, gonna sing my song tonight
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na, gonna sing my song tonight
Song #105: ‘B-day Song’ – Summer 2013
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