Embarrassing to see I last posted in February. This on-again off-again diary keeping started when I was a girl and loved a new diary only to fill it for a few days and then neglect it for months/years. sigh. This time around February marked when I starting “doing” instead of “planning”. Brian, my contractor, took some time in Florida and I took some time to get to know the inside of my sweet – now, very un-shack-like house.
The doing was mostly prep for painting: caulking, spackling, sanding. And, deciding once and for all the color scheme for the interior. Since my house is small with few rooms and a hall that all blend one into the other I decided that the color scheme should apply everywhere. I visited Benjamin Moore often. I consulted my sister Marie (thank you Ria!) – whom I consider a color expert. I (we?) settled on Pink Damask for the walls and Simply White for the trim and woodwork. A third color for the interior doors and window sashes was chosen – Halo – but now needs a tweak …more gray and brown will be added to offset the mossiness. The painting took time and was intense (I learned just how high 9 foot ceilings really are) but looks beautiful and the color is such a subtle shade that all you see is the faintest blush.
The exposed wooden beams on the gable ends of the house, the dark bronze hardware and ceiling fans complement the creamy brightness of the walls and trim.
I moved in 3 weeks ago. There was no event that forced the move other than the feeling that it was time. Sleeping in this house the first night was interesting. I have lived alone for 12 years now and it suits me…but…I always lived in an apartment in a crowded city – and never felt truly alone. Here on this plot of land – even with the house so close to the road – there is a sense of isolation. Adjusting to it and feeling comfortable in it is a challenge…but such a good challenge. This house makes me strong.
As dusk led to nighttime I realized that no covering on my bedroom windows was going to be a problem – the shades hadn’t been installed in time. What to do? Hammer, nails, dropcloth curtains.
Other than monthly trips to NYC (thank you Suzy for letting me stay at your lovely apartment) for work and fun – my days are arranged according to weather. The rainy ones keep me inside unpacking – arranging and organizing
while the beautiful ones find me outside lugging rocks, mowing grass and planting roses. I now have 6 rose bushes firmly established and look forward to their climbing and bushy habits filling in and spreading out beautiful pink roses in years to come.
A strict row of root-bound lavender that I freed are growing and offering a subtle scent along the front of the house. I coerced my nephew Ivan and Sarah’s son Lucas to work on more small rock walls on the patio. These two are animals! (I say with a lot of love :)) They were moving boulders as though they were movie props. I love seeing form emerge and chaos turn to order. Yesterday, with an unexpected morning of beautiful weather, I mowed until my back hurt. With memories of being laid up last summer – I cut my work short and applied ice. I court patience these days… with heavy jobs reminding me to go slow and be thoughtful. Rome, they say, wasn’t built in a day.