Friday, April 27, 2012

Friday Finds - Aqua Lime

It's a drive by Friday finds full of punchy aqua and lime (and maybe some lemon!).  I'm ready for summer!

Clockwise from Top L:
Button Soup Jewelry - Peacock Vintage Button Bib Necklace
Recombobulated - Bright Housewares Spring Decor Vase
Lulu Froot - Quail Stack Print
Small Earth Vintage - Aqua Shirt Dress with Lime Stripes

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Ollie Dives into a Wellie

Moving, being moving, tends to suck the ever loving life out of me for a few weeks.  I love a lot of things about the anticipation, the decor idea generating, the open house hunting, etc.  The thing that nearly sours my milk though is the packing and unpacking.  I have pictures and plans and posts - all in my head and on the camera memory card.  Where would you be if you were my camera/computer cord?  Where would you be if you were my moments of sanity where I'm not looking for kitty nail caps, my garlic press or my slippers?  Such is the nomad's life if she doesn't want to go minimalist, but instead treasures all sorts of sentimentalism and other such nonsense.  So it goes in looking for the camera cord, I find that really important piece of mail I nearly forgot about and dinner goes on without garlic.  What once was lost . . . 

But you don't come here to read about my moving melodramatics, eh? Of course, it's for this stinker of a white kitten who just adores my teal wellies as much as I do.  He dives into them with abandon, nearly becoming suctioned into the rubber before battering the coffee table with exuberance not unlike a line backer on his first game out.  All the while, I document him until he catches me and refuses to play on.

We hope your April showers are giving way to May flowers!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Friday Finds - Exterior Paint Love

We're maybe 50% out of boxes. And I feel like I need a week to lay on the beach and down wine coolers before I could begin to feel like myself again.  Remind me to never move again.
In the absence of a meaty post, I'm going to do a fun combo of Friday Finds and exteriors.  We have a sun drenched side of our house that is miserably peeling and needs a coat of paint.  If we're going to paint it . . . (little wheels turning in my head) . . . maybe we can think about the colors???  Overall, I'm happy with the current colors, a sage green base with white trim and red accents, but there are several on our street with the same base color.  Of the pre-made palettes I found online, one is pretty beige, one is beige plus (the olive khaki) and the other bold blue would be a stretch for me to dare to do, but I would probably love it in the end.


Clockwise from Top L:
Behr - Skipper, Burnished Mahogany and Divine Pleasure
Valspar - Lyndhurst Timber, Lyndhurst Beige, Lyndhurst Jade and Lincoln Cottage Lattice Green
Sherwin Williams - Rookwood Blue Green, Rookwood Terra Cotta and Renwick Rose Beige

Friday, April 13, 2012

Friday Finds - Shut the Front Door

Making wreathes for the front door is a tradition passed down to me from my mother.  There was an unspoken value of having an outward show of welcome and cheer that always hung on our front door.  One of the best things to me about our new place is that you can see the door from the street.  Morgan, over at The Handcrafted Life, has been wreath making up a storm and I'm really inspired.  Here are some other seasonal wreaths that caught my eye today.

Clockwise from top L:
Welcomes by PJ - Spring Bunny Wreath
Weddings and Wreaths - Patriotic Wreath
Elegant Holidays - Fall Eucalyptus Wreath
Wreaths by Robin - Holiday Wreath

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Ollie Loves Gilmore Girls

... almost as much as his Mama.  He also also goes berserk for golf.  Something about witty banter and long game strategy I think.  ;)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Pink Photo Reprise

I'm going to finish sooner or later.  Today I'm backtracking to the October Photo Challenge.

Day 25: Something Pink Mr. P brought home these sweet pink carnations for my birthday.  The vase is an early inheritance from my grandmother.  When we were small, my parents sent us to "summer camp" at my grandparents for two weeks every summer.  I stared longingly at the shelf of beautiful depression glass spanning the colors of the rainbow.  I had my hear set on a green hobnail piece, but in my place as one of the youngest cousins, I had little choice in the matter.  My grandma wrote our names on masking tape to mark the pieces we would one day inherit.  After my grandfather passed, she divvied them up for us to start using now.  My name is still scrawled across the masking tape clinging to the bottom.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

San Francisco - My City

In each new place I've lived, I've been ever more cognizant of the fact that for some people, this will be the place that always live.  For people who always live in one place, it can be hard to hear an outsider's perspective and especially a critique.  For me, a chronic mover, it can be hard to internalize the sensitivities to one's place of abode.

One time, when I was in Guam, I was hanging out with a bunch of other defense consultant/contractors and we were arguing over whether it was better to live in Washington, D.C. or Alabama. I would have argued DC to the death back then.  One woman took my attacks quite personally and angrily slammed down her Miller Lite and stormed off telling me I had no idea what "Al. A. Bam. A." was all about.  Everything about her outburst confirmed what I thought of Alabama to be true.

Mark Twain reflected on travel and came to the conclusion that it ultimately would end prejudice. As it turns out, I've learned in my travels that there are all different personality types and lifestyle preferences - some of which align perfectly to Alabama.  It took me a long time to accept that as a good thing.

My thoughts on San Francisco should be couched in all of those thoughts. I admit that in the days prior to our move from North Carolina I was scared of anarchists, nudists and bed bugs.  I might have a more rational reaction to those things now, but I'm still not keen on the constant protesting, the weather or the pervasive exceptionalism.

Of course, we just bought a house here and my Mother-in-Law is moving to be with us.  I found myself planted with roots in a matter of weeks.  Six weeks ago, I was still making the argument for DC (there's no place like home).  Four weeks ago, I opened my mind to the possibility of a longer term stay.  Today, I'm building a home that will serve us a growing family.

Over that time, the edges of the city softened for me.  I've seen the nuances of neighborhood lifestyles in comparing our current neighborhood of SOMA to our new neighborhood of Bernal Heights. I've seen children and dogs playing in Precita Park. I've mapped out my walk down 24th Street past the taquerias to the BART station.  I've found the niche of San Francisco where I seem to fit.  In the rooms of my old house, I feel the history, the tradition and the future.

I have always sentimentally clung to whichever place I've inhabited at the time.  I attribute the embracing spirit to a strong sense of home and an innate nesting instinct. It has served me well over the 13 moves since Mr. P and I have been together. It seemed to have take longer to stick in San Francisco, but I'm glad to find the familiar feeling again. San Francisco is my new home.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Sold! We're Moving Again!

We've been busy bees over here at at the Palindrome Home.  I kept it hush hush since we weren't 100% sure how things would shake out, but the big news around these parts is that we bought a house here in San Francisco!

The timing was super tight and there was a bit of a roller coaster with tears and all, but we got the keys last week and are packing up the apartment this week.  It's a two-unit building and my mother-in-law is moving into the other unit.  Lots of changes are coming our way, but overall, we're feeling very blessed! I'll have lots of photos and details coming, but for now, I'll show you our Easter portrait on the front steps:
(And for anyone on baby bump watch, no, I'm not pregnant.  I just had a big crepe for Easter brunch. Someone remind me to wear a belt with this dress in the future to avoid the confusion.)