9/18/2008

Where are you, Lynette?

I haven't been posting a whole lot this week due to some internet issues, but I'll admit sometimes its nice to be unplugged. We make a living on the internet which can be hard when there are so many websites to get distracted by. I'm always checking in with my favorite blogs which I love, but can be a time drain.

One of the perks of working from home is creating your own schedule, but I'm feeling (sadly) that I need more structure in my days. Yesterday I got up at 6am because Simon decided to jump on my stomach and rub on my face in an effort to get food. I got so much done yesterday before noon because of it. I avoid a regular schedule like the plague. Something about my mom waking me up at 9am every single Saturday to clean ruined me for routine. Or maybe it was the 7am start time in high school. Whatever it was, I've yet to become one of those people that has days for things. Sunday dinners? nope. Saturday cleaning? not here. Wednesday gatherings or meetings or something? no.
I don't even know where to start with that. Its coming though.

Our new habitat is slowly becoming more home-like. I've had some requests to post pictures and that is coming soon.
I took a picture of a shelf in the bathroom because it sort of made me smile to think it is the adult realization of the decorating I did when I was a kid.

I used to spend a lot of my summer afternoons watching Lynette Leanings and Christopher Lowell decorate in the latest 90's trends. It probably wasn't the best way to spend my time when I was 12, but I loved it. Almost daily, I'd watch their projects and look around the house for the best ways to recreate them. With some old jars, cardboard, string and glue I'd make some particularly scary home decor.


This one time I made a pretend window frame out of cardboard and saran wrap. It had a little sill attached to the front where I placed my cocoa cola bottle with flowers. I was obsessed with glass cocoa cola bottles, I always cleaned them and held onto them for decorative purposes. That is until my dad threw them out, obviously missing the vintage decorative point to it all. Man, I was a weird kid.


And so here I am years later trying to find new ways to use old stuff:

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