I HATE the location of my circuit breaker box. It’s a nice box and all, all the switches are labeled very clearly and they all work. But in an apartment the size of an upper middle class (not rich) woman’s walk-in closet, why would anyone put it smack dab in the middle of the first wall you see when you walk in? See above.
So what did I do? I spray painted a pumpkin gold! I know, not some crazy cathartic moment. Normally I do a flower center piece, but this year is glam fall chic. Enjoy!
I wish I had some crafty explanation of the process, but I just spray painted a pumpkin and a leaf that I found on the sidewalk in front of my apartment.
I lost one of the most important women in my life a few weeks ago. On the Amtrak back to Massachusetts for the fourth time last month, I sat and, through tears, wrote this for her service:
It’s 5am in the dead of winter. I’m seven years old, in my Gramma’s mini-van arguing about why I can’t just throw the newspapers out the car window onto the lawn like everyone else, like the way they do in the movies. This is an ongoing discussion and I never win. “We don’t do it like that Missy, now go put the paper in the screen door.” This lesson, even though I think it took a good part of a decade for me to truly understand it, guides almost everything I do. And I know without a doubt it guides the rest of my family. She was teaching me to follow through, that if I was going to do something, or put my name on something, I better know that I did my best. This part of my Gram will never leave me,or us … it defines us. This last week has been incredibly difficult but I keep holding hold on to how sweet it must have been in the dead of winter to open your door and have your paper fall right into your hand and how my Gramma gave that to me, to us.
Of course now I can’t stop thinking of all the things I haven’t followed through on or that I haven’t finished in all the way. This blog was on the top of my list. I’m not single anymore and my apartment is looking pretty good. There are a few more updates I’d like to share with you in the next few weeks inspired by my amazing grandmother, but in truth One Square Foot at a Time needs a new path… thoughts?
Nothing boosts a girl’s ego like going from an average of 88 visitors a week to 15 (over two months). Heart OKC right now…not. Mel, click away from the cockamamie dating site and visit your favorite decorating online magazine.