Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Husband Jeans

Forget the "boyfriend jean" trend.  We've got her larger, wiser comrade right here.

Boyfriend jean says you are sexy enough to borrow his pants.  Husband jean says you've had enough of his children that you no longer fit into your own.

No matter if his legs are nearly a foot longer than yours!   Get on this trend while it's hot and you'll always have warm weather clothing despite body fluctuations :).

Sunday, October 26, 2014

All About That Tile

We've been making progress through the house in all our hard floor areas.

A few people have asked for color choices and purchase info.  All our selections are from Home Depot in this house,  as we grouped it all together for a pro discount. 

Below I've got a picture of both the tile and grout.  We started with the earth colored grout but decided it was too light for the look we were going for and switched to the Tobacco Brown.   I think both match the tile well, just give two different looks.  We decided to go for the pre color mixed grout (5 buckets) in order to make sure it matches across the whole project.   For a smaller one batch project you could probably mix your own.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Homes and Introversion

Sometimes I wonder where my obsession with comfort and dwelling and sensory crave for the texture of siding and floors comes from.  Home is such a loaded word and it doesn't always make sense that one goes there in search of people.  It's dubbed as the more noble use for the term.  But this introvert doesn't seek that.

As I crawled within myself this morning to face, rail against,  but eventually absorb the newest development in my life I breathed in the denim smell of my well - worn couch.  I felt the flat stitched seams brush my cheek and knew that this house was holding me.

When we first moved in I beat it.  I could throw a punch in an empty room with the hardy dry wall simply, silently blocking my move.  My sore knuckles found they were no match but the steady house was there.  Did four walls know why the place triggered my panic or stirred up my memories?  Probably no.  But they held their solid ground without flinch.

Did it feel sorry for the smells and the damage it had in store for me?  Of course not.  Because even if it had a heart that heart knew I needed the scrubbing,  the ripping and the pounding to find my way back to meaning, anyhow.

The sun shines through these windows.   And the pipes pump fresh washing water to reset ourselves after a campout.  The laundry spinning,  the dishwasher chugging,  and the food cooling at a monotonous hum.  I am held by the structure and home in my heart.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Still I rise, One of my favorite poems

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 


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