He spends sun rises with her, sunsets, and all day Saturday. She gets all my shopping money, my special date night cash, and has devoured several years of fancy vacations.
Her style is utterly different than my own: to my sweet and fancy, she is sleek and minimalist.
She is my future home. Andrew says I should consider her a sister wife.
Now, a quick run down on mine and my Mister’s articles of home organization. Andrew and I spent at least the first 32 months of our marriage battling over lamp shades, the house cleaning schedule and door knobs. I’d want a cobalt blue love seat with velvety tufting and romantic rolled arms, he’d want a sharply angled, gray number with exposed legs. We can appreciate each others styles, and occasionally we can blend them, but that requires a lot of emotional energy and time to compromise.
A few years ago, I started noticing my dear one’s immense collection of paint chips, carpet samples, and wood floor-ettes, collected with no distinct purpose. (I try to use them as coasters, for Martha Stewart is yet to show me how to display this disparate collection.) I also observed how post indi-movie night, he’d end up talking about the set’s baseboards and ceiling fans rather than the themes of emotional slavery or middle class mediocrity. In short, I noticed that Andrew cares a lot more about home design than I do.
He isn’t better at decorating than I am, I am far better at picking the most expensive item in a decor line up. What can I say, I have an eye for Cost vs. Benefit when it comes to decorating. But he really, really loves it, a lot. And I really, really love him, a lot. So I conceded the home design front.
Sister wife was not a pretty, nor a low maintenance mistress I’d say we took her down to the studs, but we took those out too. And very soon she will be his mid-century modern palace. Until the doormat is officially placed, I’ll keep missing my Mister. Sister wife has had him since Levi was born, eight months ago. (Did I mention he closed on his harlot house the week of my son’s birth?)
And I will smile when he shows me the rectangular pool in the back, and shake my head enthusiastically as he gestures at the clean front cherry cabinets free of visible hardware and beveling, and verbally applaud his honeycomb tiled bathroom floors. Because it is well done and cohesive. And he has worked really, really hard to accomplish said feats. I imagine he would employ services similar to furnace repair upper saddle river nj to ensure that the home is well heated for his family as well. I’ve heard that having a new furnance installed can improve your chances of keeping your home warm and cost effective.
But I will have a closet. An enormous, monstrous closet. And I am going to decorate my chamber of solace. Its going to display my collection of embellished sweaters, and lovely patterned shoes, and it will have hat boxes for my hat collection.
And I’m going to show you how I’m going to do it. I’ll be speaking at the Hello There! House: Home & Garden Event October 7th and 8th. and I’m going to teach you how to decorate and organize your closet. Whether it’s ten square feet like my current closet, or two-hundred fifty square feet like my soon to be closet. And I’ll show you how to do it without spending all your pennies. It’s going to be really pretty and really organized and it will have pretty baby outfits.
So, come to this Saturday afternoon’s meet and greet. And we can get started with a little jewelry organization preview.
Until we can talk in person, what’s your favorite room of your house?
Feed me fashionably fresh
Annie Atkin Rasmussen says
My current house is a figment of my imagination. The years between marriage and Martha-ism stretch onward without a visible termination and so I can lie in bed at night and rhapsodize without bounds. I have the most perfect flute teachings studio, complete with soft gray furnishings paired with a stark black nine-foot grand piano. There is a mantel with a deeply moving piece of early 20th-century art and a host of quietly eclectic accessories. All my furniture floats on the hardwood floors with shapely legs. There are built-ins with tiny drawers for my finicky side. Best of all, there are french doors and sheer curtained windows and through which sunlight streams and a window-seat with a plethora of cushions for the analysis of great musical scores. I sigh thinking about this room. And I will probably redesign it tomorrow.
stephanie says
you are a good woman, reachel. i can’t wait to have you down the street.
i have a hunch that my favorite room will be my sewing room. just waiting (very patiently, mind you) for my baby to be a big boy so i can steal his space.
Karen says
On behalf of our little neighborhood, I just want to say thank you! Thank you for taking the sweet little ugly duckling on the block and making it into the lavish swan that I knew was just waiting to be found. Every structure has hope, and we have hoped for years that somebody would take hold of this place and love it. You and Andrew have done that. Hooray!
My favorite room is my bedroom, where I spend hours listening to the house next door become a home.
Jana Miller says
I’m loving that streamlined kitchen…
xo Jana
Grandma Sue says
The kitchen of course. I would love to put some of Andy’s ideas to work, but I love the kitchen because that is where all the little ones gather to play in the drawers and listen to “Farmer Tad”. You can see several uses for your paint chips at Tatertotsandjello. Her post by “just a girl” on August 9th showed a scalloped paint chip art and if you go to just a girl she shows you how to make some darling coasters. Martha would be so proud of you.
abagley says
I had to find something to consume my time and squelch my jealousy ever since the other man showed up (aka baby boyfriend). You’ve got nothing to worry about, my “mistress” doesn’t hold a candle to you, but your boyfriend is a younger better looking version of me.
mandyface says
That kitchen! That closet! I need to get my husband a mistress! lol
How to organize your closet says
Secretly I’m glad to know I’m not the only one.