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Small Changes: Making Things Pretty

August 9, 2012 by Leah Leave a Comment

The balmy summer continues here in TN, with temperatures consistently in the low 90s, making yard work a sweaty endeavor.  Lots of little changes have happened over the past few weeks, and the place is finally starting to breathe and feel like a home.

Paint can take a room from drab to fab!  My neighbor, Lindsay, was an art major and knows her stuff when it comes to paint colors.  She sat down with me one weekend and we laid out the color palette for the entire house.  I want to go for a beachy, blues and greens theme, so these are the colors that came out on top.  The place would have felt disjointed and clashy without her expertise, so I am really thankful I had help on this one.  Some of the colors I’d had in mind were too intense, and these are a good blend of cool relaxing shades.

Sneaky little sneak!  Keeping the cats’ curiosity at bay was impossible.

The guest room was the first room to paint, and I simply adore this cheery bright blue, which happens to be appropriately named “Sea glass.”  Rob said it looks like the inside of a Tiffany bag, which is fine by me!  This room is warmer than the rest of the house, so the light fixture was replaced with a fan, which makes a big difference temperature-wise.

I was able to find a lamp that doubles as a jar and filled it with sea glass and shells I’ve collected over the years on my trips home to long Island.

This room is tiny with a queen size bed in it, but I really wanted an adult sized bed in there for when people come to stay.  The Jacqueline Penney tapestry, titled “Inlet,” worked nicely over the bed in here.  The coverlet was a vintage find on one of mom’s thrifting trips that I stole from her years ago.  I’ve just been waiting for the perfect chance to use it.

The living room color was a challenge because I wanted a green or a blue that would work with everything I already had in there, artwork, accents, furniture, etc.  As I began painting, I started to worry it was going to look like Kermit the frog threw up on my walls, but once the entire room was finished, the result was a pretty green that really brightened things up the way the previous neutral brown had not.  It took a bit of getting used to, but I’m very happy with how everything blends without being too matchy.

 The biggest thing that made me start to feel like this was my house was unpacking my books, my dear old friends who keep me company on lazy days, rainy nights, cold winter afternoons, and every moment in between.  There is something about the familiar bindings, the titles that have changed my perspectives on life, the pages that have brought me comfort in hard times.  Hanging a Kindle on the wall just wouldn’t have the same effect.  For me, there is no substitute for a real book with real pages and real “book smell.”  On the back wall of the living room where the books are currently strewn about, I eventually would like to put in floor to ceiling bookshelves.  As it is, I still have eight boxes to unpack and really need the extra room.  It’s a bit of an addiction, what can I say?

Every light fixture in this house needs to be updated with the exception of one.  I am slowly but surely making my way through each room.  I still have not found a fan that I like for the living room or for my bedroom, but the kitchen and guest room have the same fan.  Ceiling fans are ugly.  There are few choices, and because the ceilings in this house are rather low, I have to find fans that can be flush mounted, which narrows my choices down even more.  Boring!

I love chandeliers, they make everything prettier.  The ugly fan in the dining room was changed out with this gorgeous little glass teardrop piece, fancied up with a pretty medallion on top.  I’m still amazed there weren’t more broken pieces.  Assembly was quite a delicate challenge!

And the hallway now has a little vintage sparkle thanks to this one, purchased at a locally owned store in Franklin called Philanthropy.

I can’t keep myself away from the gardens outside in spite of the heat, so I dug out some old irises and over-sized burning bushes that were simply…ugly, and cleaned out this little shaded bed beneath the weeping cherry.  I planted a little rose on the sunny corner, which I think will do better here due to the heat, and I’d like to plant some hosta and hydrangeas as well. 

And the newest addition to the patio has added a little conversation area out there for evenings and afternoons when the mosquitoes are at a minimum.  I found a wrought iron patio set on Craigslist for a good price and decided to spruce it up with a new coat of paint and a bright blue umbrella.  Here’s the transformation after a proverbial boob job and facelift.  It took 7 cans of Rustoleum paint, and my patio has a blue tinge to it, but highly worth the effort, I’d say!

Plus, two more whiskey barrel planters since they went down in price and one can never have too much gardening space, non?

At the moment, Rob is putting up trim in the bathroom and cursing quite loudly about the terrible job the previous owners did of hanging crown, but based on the other epic reno-failures we’ve discovered in this house, can one be surprised?  More to come!!!

Filed Under: Gardening, House & Home Tagged With: chandeliers, gardening, lighting, painting, remodeling, renovation, yard work

Home: The East End of Long Island

July 16, 2012 by Leah Leave a Comment

Working on the house has been an enjoyable task, but an exhausting one at that.  After mom and dad came to visit and help with more house repairs, I headed home to Long Island for a much needed vacation to see friends, walk on the beach, and decompress.  July is absolutely beautiful, everything is lush and green, and the inlets are teeming with life.  Here are two glimpses of New Suffolk.

A lot of people ask why I moved to Tennessee, and my answer is the same answer thousands of other people in Nashville give: to work in the music industry.  I am one of the lucky few who found an amazing job that I love and it is my main reason for staying here.  Franklin is a very pretty town with tons of history and a bustling little main street with privately owned shops and boutiques, and even though I enjoy living here, that sense of “home” has never come to me.

I’m reading a book called “A Sense of Place” by Michael Shapiro.  The book is a collection of interviews with travel writers.  One of my favorite writers, Frances Mayes, sums up my feelings perfectly.  She talks about places where she and her husband, Ed, used to live and says, “…it’s an act of freedom when you make your own choice of a place according to what you need, want, love, crave…I’ve never had that sense in California.  I’ve lived there since 1973, and I’ve always liked living there…I loved my job and have lots of friends there, but I could walk out of there tomorrow and never look back.  I don’t have that I-love-this-place feeling about it.”  She talks about when she and Ed went to Italy, they both felt that sense of home and knew they wanted to stay, so they purchased Bramasole, which led her to write Under The Tuscan Sun.   

Every time I’m home and I get the ache in my chest when I look out at the water, I think to myself that I could walk away from Tennessee and never look back.  When I was a teenager, all I wanted was to leave Mattituck, explore, set out on my own, and become myself.   In the process of becoming who I am, I came to the realization that beauty and aesthetics in the place I live are vitally important to my happiness.  The surrounding environment has this subconscious impact on my psyche that comes from my feelings about the trees, water, flowers, tiny towns where people run into friends on the street, and a deep sense of belonging.  John Ed Pearce aptly said, “Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.”  My dream is that someday I can return to the East End and become an integral part of preserving the community and environment there.

When I tell people I’m from New York, they think I grew up in the city.  When I elaborate and say I’m from the East End of Long Island, they envision some overcrowded suburb just outside of the city.  There is nothing that would make me happier than to share with my friends the incredible beauty of where I grew up.  Since airfare is crazy expensive these days, I took a few pictures (all on the iPhone, but obviously one doesn’t need a high tech camera, these places would look gorgeous taken with a disposable keychain camera).  Allow me to give you a 5 cent tour of some of the highlights of Long Island in July.

Dad’s daylily garden contains thousands of brand new flowers he’s hybridized over the years.  The result is a palette of color only God could have created.  Each day dad faithfully crosses the prettiest flowers that show the most genetic potential with each other to produce seeds which he can then plant and re-cross, otherwise know as “flower sex.”  When mom catches him surfing the net for pictures of new varieties, she calls it “lily porn.”  This giant garden is a hobby that turned into a labor of love.  Many people in church, some of my friends, and now I have dad’s own unique lilies in our yards.

My very favorite pastime, walking Bailie Beach in Mattituck to find pieces of sea glass at low tide. 


The next three pictures show a small peninsula in New Suffolk called Kimogener Point (pronounced Kim-ah-jen-er).  The point is a private strip of shore that defines the landscape with its iconic windmill.  The Jacqueline Penney print in my dining room shows Kimogener Point at night with the moon peeking through the clouds, so I wanted to get some pics of the actual place.  I think the home in the third picture has one of the most incredible views on all of Long Island being surrounded by the nothing but the Peconic Bay and salty air.

Baby birds seem to be a theme these days.  This little blackbird fell out of the nest and the parents were squawking up a storm and fluttering about him.  I can only hope the little guy was able to make it.

Bailie the kitty (named after Bailie Beach) taking a moment to reflect on the lovely summer day.
 

 

A trip to Greenport with some friends to see the fireworks.  Afterward we headed to a little restaurant called First and South to discover that our server did a new locally themed chalk drawing every week. 
A new ferry route opened the weekend after July 4th by the Peconic Jitney taking passengers around Shelter Island all the way to Sag Harbor.  Schedules can be found at http://www.peconicjitney.com/ .  The trip was absolutely gorgeous!  We sat on the top deck, breathed the salty air, and took in the incredible scenery of waterside mansions and million dollar sailboats.  Shortly before we arrived in Sag Harbor we passed Jimmy Buffett’s yacht and all waved like idiots.  He often docks in Greenport, and one of the passengers with us pointed his boat out to everyone as he cruised by.  This is a great little trip if you just want to do some light shopping and eat lunch.  The Hampton Jitney can be taken to the other towns if you’re adventurous enough to sit in bumper to bumper traffic on Montauk Highway.

A trip home for me usually includes a trip to the Hamptons.  Mom and I will head down there, hit up the Cheese Shoppe in Southampton and the Golden Pear Cafe for lunch, along with every thrift store on the south side.  One time I picked up a pair of old Manolo Blahniks for $20.  This time, a vintage white leather Mui Miu purse for $12!!!  The TJ Maxx in Bridgehampton is also a favorite stop for me since I found my dining room chairs there.  For exactly one third of the price for the same chair in Anthropologie, I shipped two down to TN.  Mom and dad brought two more when they drove down, and voila, I have chairs from the Hamptons.  The East End also has a plethora of incredible wineries where one can get quite sloshed after a day of tastings.  The vineyards are so beautiful and a much more pleasant sight than ugly subdivisions and housing developments.  If you want to get the inside scoop on the historical social drama in the Hamptons, I would highly suggest a book called Philistines At The Hedgerow: Passion And Property In The Hamptons by Steven Gaines.  It is most educational and quite entertaining! 

The North Fork can’t be summed up in pictures and I can only convey a small sense of what being there is like for me, which simply cannot do justice to this lovely piece of shoreline.  In the past several blogs I have shared my house with you and in this one, I wanted to share my home.  To those of you who live there, don’t forget to treasure what you have.  Sometimes it’s very easy to miss the beauty in a place when you see it everyday.  To those of you who have never been, I hope that someday your travels will bring you there so you too can breathe the marshy air, get frizzy hair from the humidity, glance down and find a piece of sea glass, and fall head over heels in love with a Long Island you never knew existed. 

Filed Under: Long Island, Travel Tagged With: Long Island, Mattituck, New Suffolk, North Fork, Travel

The Guest Room AKA Where You Will Be Staying When You Come To Visit Me

July 12, 2012 by Leah Leave a Comment

I never thought the guest room in my little house would turn out to be such a project, but my friend Daniel said to me yesterday, “As a friend, I have to tell you that when you start one thing, it always leads to another project.”  He was so right.  To recap, this is the room that had paneling on the walls that had been covered with wallpaper and then painted over (lazy jerks).  I went to town on that biznass and tore it all down, which resulted in ugly naked drywall that looked like it had been in a shootout.

Mom and dad came to visit for two weeks and dad, being the handy sort of guy that he is, took on the job of getting the room ready.  One of the things I wanted to do was tear down a wall that was jutting out into the room for no apparent reason.  Remember this?

I mean honestly, what the heck?!  So I wanted to tear that wall down and open it up to the tiny 6’x7′ room on the other side of that.  However, we hit a snag when dad discovered it was a load-bearing wall.  To be clear, load-bearing walls are not to be messed with or you screw with the structural integrity of your home.  I was ticked!  So dad decided to take the drywall off anyway and see what was underneath.  BEHOLD, a doorway!

AHA!!!  So that’s why the wall jutted out!  Apparently, that little space was the original closet for the second bedroom.  I still have no idea what the previous owners were thinking by opening up the wall behind it, but they made a big mistake by doing that because that wall was also a load-bearing wall that would need to be restructured and rebuilt.  After some keen disappointment on not being able to open up the two rooms, I made the decision to close the far wall back up and keep this little doorway so the room would have a closet.  After some cross-armed consideration by the men, here’s what happened.

New drywall was put in place, and the existing drywall was spackled to death to prepare it for paint.  You can see below, dad is preparing the larger opening to be re-studded and ready for a new wall.

The little room had some wallpaper that mom steamed off the walls.  If that isn’t motherly love, I don’t know what is.  In the end, the project resulted in a tiny room that will someday be a half bathroom!!!  I am most excited by this since there is currently only one bath in the house.  When people come to visit, it will be nice for them to have their own space.  The guest room saga will remain in a state of “to be continued” and I’ll be sure to update on the progress!

Outside in the backyard, I wanted to plant a kitchen garden, but the cedar planters I had my eye on were very expensive.  I discovered that Home Depot sells whiskey barrels from the Jack Daniel’s distillery in Lynchburg, Tennessee, and what better way to add some local flavor than to have some local whiskey-fied herbs on the patio?

To see how these barrels are crafted, here’s an interesting little short video on the birth of a barrel:

I lined the planters with some heavy gauge plastic and filled them with fertilized potting soil from Lowes.  The bags were so large, I only needed one per barrel.

With it being a little late in the growing season here, I was thrilled to find beautiful established herbs at Whole Foods.  For $2.49 each, I got some basil, thyme, oregano, and rosemary.  I also picked up a Rutgers heirloom tomato and some purple coneflower (Echinacea) at Home Depot.

While mom and dad were here, the temperature was brutal.  The day they left it was 108 degrees.  The sun was taking a toll on the plants with the basil leaves and thyme beginning to burn.  Since I didn’t want my herbs to go all Jersey Shore on me and bake like Snooki, something had to be done. We bought some soft plastic screen in a roll and dad chopped down some bamboo to make this awesome little shelter.  So far, the plants are thriving and haven’t burned at all.  I am so excited to make Caprese salad and pesto!

The little house finches in my hanging basket left the nest yesterday.  It was so heartwarming to look out the front door and see four little finches sitting all over the basket.  They flew back and forth from the plum tree to the basket, and by the time I got home from work they were gone.  I am so happy they all made it and can’t wait to see if any of the little ones return to build their own precarious little nest.

Filed Under: Gardening, House & Home Tagged With: gardening, remodeling, renovation, yard work

A Word On Nesting

June 30, 2012 by Leah 2 Comments

It seems that “nesting” has been a theme since I moved into this
little house.  In the weeping cherry off the back patio sits a nest from
a previous year, empty, yet longing somehow to be filled again.  I
still look at this nest expecting little hungry chirping heads to pop up
and greet me on my way to the shed.  
Then there is the case of the bluebirds.  When I moved in I noticed
a happy little couple flitting in and out of the house, then things
were silent for a while until I noticed a female tending to the place
again.  There was the incident when I was mowing and noticed the top had
been taken off the house.  I have no idea how old this bluebird house
is, but the wood is rotted with some lichens growing on it, and in spite
of tapping the nails back in, a creature managed to tear the roof off,
stealing three eggs and leaving a hole in the one that was left.  
I was
so heartbroken to see this, so upset by the course of nature that
sometimes means destruction and death for another creature.  I imagine
the mother bluebird must have been most distressed to come home and find
her eggs stolen, her home ransacked.  Mom surprised me the other day
when I came home and found a beautiful new bluebird house sitting on the
kitchen counter.  I am thrilled!  I shall take the old one down and put
this shiny new one in its place.  It usually takes a year or two for a
bluebird house to “cure” to where the birds will use it.  Hopefully with
the new one being in the same place as the old one, it won’t take that
long for new residents to show up.
An interesting tidbit about bluebird houses – you need to purchase
one that is Audabon certified.  Bluebirds use holes made by woodpeckers
or manmade houses since they do not have the ability to dig out their
own shelters.  Wrens and sparrows are often pests because unless you
purchase a house that is sparrow deterrent, you will soon find the wrong
species of bird in your house.  Hopefully, the new house will do the
trick and many generations of pretty bluebirds will be hatched there.
The great surprise of the season has been the House Finch nest in
the hanging basket on the front porch.  What a gorgeous little nest in
such a precarious place!  I now water the basket with a small watering
can from the back due to the nest being in the front nestled in among
the asparagus fern and verbena.  The mother finch has probably had
multiple heart attacks as she watches me take her home down, examine it,
and then re-hang it for her use.  The eggs were so tiny and very white,
and the little birds that hatched seem like one-inch little wisps of
downy magic.  Their little expectant heads can’t be larger than a pencil
eraser, and their bodies are so frail.  It’s amazing to me that they
survive, and yet each day I watch them grow slightly bigger and
stronger.  
 
All of this nesting has come at such an appropriate time since I
feel like I have been struggling to build a nest of my own out of the
sticks I moved into.  There has been much tearing down and rebuilding,
much fussing over what goes where, much frustration trying to get things
just so in order for a room to “feel right” to me.  It has been a task
and an adventure, and I often have to remind myself that I’ve only been
in the house for a month and a half.  The impatient part of me that
wants things ready and perfect in a snap has had to back down and
breathe as I watch Rob and dad work so hard to fix plumbing, readjust
walls and spaces, and exclaim over shoddy workmanship by the previous
owners.  The next thing to be done is fixing the electrical wiring that
is a hazard throughout the house.  With the pretty pricetag of around
$2K, it is yet another improvement I must swallow and move forward
with.  In mid July my own little nest will become safer as breaker boxes
are rewired and outside frayed wires are contained.  All in due
time….all in due time.

Filed Under: Gardening Tagged With: bluebirds, finches, nesting

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