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Be My Valentine

It’s Valentine’s Day.  I had a conversation with Charlotte yesterday and I must say, she knows how to do Valentine’s Day right.  Nice, considerate, thoughtful gestures of love she bestows not only on her husband but on her boys too.  Her big boys.  It’s all about love, she said, and she’s right.

If you don’t have a sweetheart this Valentine’s Day, don’t sit around moping.  Think about who you love (kids, parents, friends, siblings) and give them some of that love today.  Bake some cookies, hand-write a note, make a phone call.  If you do have a sweetheart, be sure to give him or her a big kiss and make sure they know how much he means to you.  It’s not about diamonds or fancy French restaurants.  It’s all about the love.  Share it, show it, and soak it up.

Have a happy Valentine’s Day!

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I might as well just admit it ~ I don’t take time to read as much as I’d like to. This winter I started a book. I was so excited, as it was from one of my favorite authors, in one of my favorite genres…scary.

Horror Story at Auntie B's Wax

Having had three pretty serious colds this winter, I thought a good book would be quite soothing.  With a box of Kleneex by my side, my fleecy blanket keeping me warm I started on what I thought would be a perfect escape from focusing on my plugged up nose and watery eyes. I read. I read some more. I became increasingly confused and completely disengaged in the story. What had become of my author? Could it be she stopped writing fiction and began pouring her own issues into that of her characters? Tres boring! Vague and erroneous titles were given to people, events, and yes, even trees put me off most of all. I had no idea what was going on.

I tried and tried for several nights to continue the story, hoping it would get better, hoping it would engage me.  I put it down for a week and went back to it.  It didn’t become any more clear, it continued to irritate me, and worst of all, it wasn’t scary at all.

The book is on my bedside table with the bookmark removed. I couldn’t bear to go on with it.

I’m disappointed with my former “favorite” author and wish she could get off her high horse and write like she used to when she lived in the Garden District. Luckily I kept some of my favorites from her, written back in the day when she had more imagination and less issues.

My third (and hopefully final) cold of the season has waned, but I’m still going to try to read. I want a story to take me away from the pressures of the day. I want something that keeps me interested, entertained, intrigued. Charlotte not only recommended one, but also lent it to me. It’s not scary, but she said it’s a page-turner, so that’s where my reading adventures will go next.  Charlotte always knows the good books.

Reading Girl at Auntie B's Wax

Have you had time to read a book lately? What’s your favorite? Do you have any suggestions for me?

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Turandot remains my favorite opera, largely because of the aria Nessun Dorma. I think of it often, the aria, when I’m dead tired with so much yet to do. The lyrics begin with Nobody shall sleep and end with I will win! Makes me push on and be triumphant! Pavarotti performs it best, in my opinion; it’s almost as though Puccini wrote it just for him.

In these days Nessun Dorma rings through my head while I have little sleep but look forward to the setting stars and the coming of dawn when I shall have conquored the obstacles.

Nobody shall sleep!…
Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess,
in your cold room,
watch the stars,
that tremble with love and with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
my name no one shall know…
No!…No!…
On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!…
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!

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That said, I will not sit idly by and accept my own home as done.  I have visions of doing some decorating, but right now time is taken by other, more pressing things.  Creating a home and keeping a home are two different things ~ both are important to one’s comfort and well-being.  These days I’m concentrating on keeping.

Pre-prison Martha Stewart was sort of my hero.  Well, maybe “hero” isn’t the right word.  More like inspiration.  I wanted to be a homemaker extraordinaire and she was a good reference.  Watching her old show, Martha Stewart Living, was always calming for me.  The opening theme song was so gentle, and so was Martha’s way.  Her new show is way too hyper and so uninspired and frankly I can’t stand listening to her talk without a script.  Martha Stewart pretty much let me down.

I like a gentle approach to facing the huge task that is homekeeping.  I found it in a book called Home Comforts.  In fact, I might have learned about the book on Martha’s old show.  It’s a big, fat book that covers everything homekeeping.

Why am I telling you all this?  I can’t really say for sure.  I do know the month of January started off horrifically for me and I needed some serious grounding.  I wanted to escape all the buzzy stuff in my head and was stuck in a gear that just wasn’t working for me.  I didn’t know if I should immerse myself in my business, in my personal life, or just run away from both.

I came to a conclusion that my house had become chaotic.  It wasn’t out of control by any means, but there was stuff everywhere, not organized, and I’m embarrassed to say a little dirty.  I also realized that when my house is in disarray I can’t function properly.  That’s when I decided to pull out Home Comforts and get inspired about tackling the homefront.  Not in a big, thunderous way, but in a calm, quiet, methodical way.  Something I could ease into and keep motivated with, like the old Martha would do.

Since picking up the book and easing into a routine I’ve begun to feel much better.   Being surrounded by tidiness and cleanliness inspires me to maintain that level.  It also grants me complete attention to other things I want to do, like my crafty work, without the nagging feeling that I should be dusting or scrubbing or other such thing.

If you’re anything like me you sometimes feel out of sorts and don’t really know why.  Try getting into a cleaning routine in your house.  Home Comforts is a great book to get you started and a wonderful resource for all of your homekeeping questions.  When your home is in order, neat and clean, you’d be surprised how relaxed you feel.  When you get into a routine it doesn’t take much to maintain the order and cleanliness.

Trust me, sitting down to read a magazine is much more enjoyable when there aren’t big, old lint clumps all over your rug.  You’ll be apt to cook a more elaborate meal if your kitchen is tidy and clean.  When the master bathroom smells lemony fresh imagine how free you’ll feel in the adjoining bedroom.  (I can’t believe I said that, except it’s true!)

Make the most of your home and keep it well.

(I haven’t been compensated to endorse the book Home Comforts.  My recommendation comes straight from the heart.  If the author or publishers wish to thank me for the glowing review they can feel free to send cookies.  After eating them I will promptly clean up the crumbs.)

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A Stranger’s Eyes

Sometimes we wander around through life feeling a little less than we expect from ourselves.  We compare ourselves to others and in our own minds don’t really measure up.  Who doesn’t want to be the best at something?  To own the most premium thing?  To be the most popular?  The thing is, we may actually be able to achieve greatness, and even be the greatest, but it probably won’t last forever.  Then what?  Back to feeling small and insignificant.

Here’s a little trick to cure those substandard feelings.  Try to look at yourself and your life through a stranger’s eyes.  Maybe not even a stranger, just someone other than yourself.

During some entertaining this past Christmas season I heard more than once how nice my home is.  How cozy this room is.  Having persistent insecurities about my ability to make a house into a home I dismissed these compliments as polite comments by my guests.

Just the other day someone said to me, “you’re so lucky to have a fireplace.  If I had a fireplace I’d light it nearly every night and watch a movie or work on a project or read a book.  You have such a relaxing house.”

This past weekend I decided to give my inner critic a break.  I took some of these compliments to heart and decided to take advantage of things I have at my disposal but my ignore.  I lit a fire in the fireplace and looked at the room as though I’d never seen it before.   Then I paged through a magazine, watched some TV, and basically just enjoyed the moment.

My house isn’t the most beautifully decorated, nor is it as clean and tidy as it should be.  My business isn’t as successful as some others are.  My blog doesn’t have national acclaim.  Despite my falling short of perfect I took time to appreciate all I am blessed with and indulge in my surroundings.  I looked at my life the way a stranger might ~ the way I might look into an envied stranger’s life, and saw I have indeed accomplished much and will continue to thrive.  The only person I have to compete with is myself, and if I don’t feel like competing I’ll be lounging around, basking in the success and hard work I accomplished when I did feel like competing.

See yourself and your life through a stranger’s eyes and you might see the person you’ve been trying to be all along.

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