Last week I sat down with my doctor, and he decided it was best to switch the new medicine to another one (since I was having so much irritability). I spoke to him about the difficulties of getting along with my husband (we've been fighting nearly every day since I started that medicine).
Unfortunately, I don't think this new medicine is working either. My holidays were essentially a nightmare that I'm still struggling to pull myself out of. We hosted my extended family at our house, which went well. However, when it came time to be with his side things became a hell-hole of fury.
Christmas Eve, for the past three - now four - years, has been spent going to Christmas Eve mass with his dad, mom, and brother. Afterwards, they go out to eat. After the agitation of attending mass with them for the past three years (they sit in the back, talk, ignore mass, and leave early) I told my husband I would not be attending with them. I was raised in a Catholic household that sat closer to the front to pay attention, didn't talk, focused on mass, and NEVER left early. My thoughts are "If you aren't going to pay attention/leave early and get anything out of mass, then why go?" I told my husband I would go to church, but we would be driving separately. We would be sitting near the front, and if they wanted to join us they could.
His Mom made the comment (pouting), "______ and _______ aren't going to mass with us this year". Then, quick as a flash, my brother-in-law's new money hungry fiance jumped in with, "OH, We'll go with you!!" Suck-Up.
Anyhow, we met them at the restaurant that night. My mother-in-law and father-in-law were both in odd moods (which I attribute to that fact that they are displeased with their son's quick engagement after six months of dating to a girl they barely know). My brother-in-law's fiance, who is normally loud and in your face, was oddly mute. I attribute it to the fact that she was meeting family for the first time. Nothing says awkward like, "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm engaged to your nephew." My husband's two uncles and their wives were in from out of town, so all-n-all we had a party of 10 at the restaurant. The conversation was painfully tense and awkward. I drank, and drank, and drank, and drank to numb my mind to the awkwardness of it all. A toast was made to the newly engaged couple, which I spitefully lifted to my lips, but didn't drink. Yeah, yeah, childish on my part, but it made me feel better. After opening gifts from his parents the new-fiance gushed cheesily "THANKS MOM AND DAD" to my mother-in-law and father-in-law. My husband rolled his eyes, while I mentally puked on the inside.
The next day we headed over to his parent's house, where all of his uncles, wives, cousins, and grandparents were assembled. I had a raging headache from the previous night, and had to leave several times during the day to do some work. I attempted to pretend to watch "A Christmas Story" on TV, which my husband knows I hate, in order to avoid talking to his family. I normally get 101 questions and negativity from his rude grandmother. She usually likes to tell my husband that he looks like he's gained weight, or ask me if I "really like" the new haircut I got. Due to the fact that I had to drive constantly for work during the day, I wasn't able to drink (thus numb the pain of being around all of them). Needless to say, my agitation with the whole situation grew and grew. Eventually the party moved over to our house because my husband was insistent that everyone see our new place. I had just gotten back from work (again), and his family blocked me in - I stomped into the house pissed off. Tore off my boots, coat, and grabbed a shot glass out of the cabinet. I cussed openly as I took a large generous shot. His family looked at me like I was a wild animal. I went into our living room, sat on the couch, and opened my computer.
I eventually went into the kitchen because his mom was rifling through our drawers and cabinets trying to find things, and I figured I should attempt to be a hostess - even though this wasn't my idea at all. His mom put her arm around me and asked what was wrong. I just stated, "I'm just tired from the past few days of staying up late, waking up early, and all the stress". She said, "Well, suck it up". Not the best idea to tell me that when I'm already pissed - I walked off. I went into the dining room, where we had set up a Bingo game to play. I had done this with my family a few days prior - we played Bingo and whoever won picked a gift. The next person who won could pick another gift or steal a gift from someone else. I was sitting down to call out numbers (like I did for my own family), and I started getting the guilt trip from my mother-in-law and husband about cheering up and getting a good attitude. I told my husband, "You know, I announced for my side of the family, why don't you announce the numbers for your side of the family". I stood up, and I walked upstairs to find some peace and quiet, only to find several family members wandering around exploring my house. I shut myself into our exercise room, locked the door, and sat on the floor and cried. I waited until I no longer heard noise upstairs and crept out. I wandered into our bedroom, locked the door, and went to sleep. I didn't come out until they had all left. My husband is pissed at me, and hasn't really spoken to me since.
I can't say that I blame him, however, based on the situation with my medicine and the fact that his family is f*cking annoying, I can't entirely blame myself for not being able to deal with it either.
I sent him an email to say I was sorry and to try to explain a little. However, he never emailed me back. Yesterday was his last day at home on his break, and we spent it in silence. He went outside to shovel 10 inches of snow off of our driveway, so I went outside to help. His only interaction with me was to hand me his shovel after a while and say, "This one is easier to use". A glimmer of kindness, but nothing more. He made breakfast for himself, lunch for himself, and enough dinner for both of us. He went to bed early and didn't say goodnight. He left this morning without saying goodbye. He came home for lunch and didn't say hello.
He's been talking to the dog more than me. It is as though I am an inconvenience. He doesn't care that I am having issues with my medicine. He doesn't care that it is hard for me to control any anger or emotion. He just knows that it frustrates him, and his way to deal with it is to yell at me or ignore me. I've always felt I've been battling my depression alone. Somehow I always thought that when I was married I would find the person who would help me not feel so alone anymore when I was struggling. I was wrong. I'm still battling it alone. I'll always be battling it alone. Nobody's here, and nobody can save me. It's just myself and God, like it has always been.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Engagement...or Entrapment?
I learned today my younger brother-in-law proposed to his girlfriend. I honestly think the family is quite shocked about it - although they won't readily admit it.
Granted, it isn't my place to judge, as my own romance moved quickly. However, his girlfriend (whom we've only met a few times) has been adamant about talking about marriage, his finances, and other topic that you don't normally broach around your loved ones family members when you've just met them.
I guess since he is younger than me, I look at him as a little brother. I feel a little sour about the whole thing because I feel protective. I feel like it is going to be a big mistake, but I have to hold my tongue.
Items which have made me uneasy:
-He hopped at the first girl who gave him any attention
-His mom, dad, and brother all stated when they first met her that they felt he could "do better"... which they no longer admit to saying. The comments now are, "...Well...as long as he's happy. . . "
-She rushed into talking about marriage/buying a house together. I get that couples have these discussions, but WHO talks about it in FRONT of their loved ones family during the 2nd/3rd time of meeting them?
-They've been dating 6-8ish months
-She makes cheesy comments to butter my mother-in-law up. Example: She had only met my husband and I for the 2nd time. She positively GUSHED about how WONDERFULLY my mother-in-law raised her two sons. It was a little overkill.
-She's a nice girl as far as personality goes, but I feel like "physically" they don't match up. That feel so callus to say, but... if you saw them on the street you would honestly question, "What does that guy see in her? He could get someone so much hotter". Which, isn't the important thing in life, and looks fade, but it still bugs me.
-She openly talks about how lucky she is that her boyfriend makes so much money. She brags about how much more money he makes than she does, and that it is nice to be pampered. It felt awkward. My husband makes more than double what his little brother makes, but I don't openly blabber about it. Nor did I comment on his finances IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS while we were dating. It just makes you seem like a gold-digger. Honestly, when my husband gets a raise I STILL feel embarrassed to ask him how much more he is making - and we're married!
-She pushed him to move in with her. She's now pushing to buy a house together and openly talks about that in front of family too.
-She hasn't met any of his family except his mom, dad, brother, and myself. They have yet to be around grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.
I just worry he's rushing it so fast because she's pushing him. I worry that he was so lonely for companionship that he jumped into a relationship with the first girl after college who provided it. I worry he sees his brother (my husband) so happy in a marriage that he wants to be in one too. *Sigh* Why in the world am I so worried about it? He isn't my blood relative... he isn't my brother. I mean, he's 24 years old for God's sake. . .
I guess it is because I truly view him as a little brother, and I'm protective of him. I don't want anybody to hurt him. He's a sweet kid, and he deserves to be happy. I just hope his decision to become engaged was the right one...for his sake.
I'll force myself to bite my lip (except to my husband) and happily wish them congratulations tomorrow when I see them. I'll try to make it as genuine as I can...but something in my gut just says that this is a big big mistake.
Granted, it isn't my place to judge, as my own romance moved quickly. However, his girlfriend (whom we've only met a few times) has been adamant about talking about marriage, his finances, and other topic that you don't normally broach around your loved ones family members when you've just met them.
I guess since he is younger than me, I look at him as a little brother. I feel a little sour about the whole thing because I feel protective. I feel like it is going to be a big mistake, but I have to hold my tongue.
Items which have made me uneasy:
-He hopped at the first girl who gave him any attention
-His mom, dad, and brother all stated when they first met her that they felt he could "do better"... which they no longer admit to saying. The comments now are, "...Well...as long as he's happy. . . "
-She rushed into talking about marriage/buying a house together. I get that couples have these discussions, but WHO talks about it in FRONT of their loved ones family during the 2nd/3rd time of meeting them?
-They've been dating 6-8ish months
-She makes cheesy comments to butter my mother-in-law up. Example: She had only met my husband and I for the 2nd time. She positively GUSHED about how WONDERFULLY my mother-in-law raised her two sons. It was a little overkill.
-She's a nice girl as far as personality goes, but I feel like "physically" they don't match up. That feel so callus to say, but... if you saw them on the street you would honestly question, "What does that guy see in her? He could get someone so much hotter". Which, isn't the important thing in life, and looks fade, but it still bugs me.
-She openly talks about how lucky she is that her boyfriend makes so much money. She brags about how much more money he makes than she does, and that it is nice to be pampered. It felt awkward. My husband makes more than double what his little brother makes, but I don't openly blabber about it. Nor did I comment on his finances IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS while we were dating. It just makes you seem like a gold-digger. Honestly, when my husband gets a raise I STILL feel embarrassed to ask him how much more he is making - and we're married!
-She pushed him to move in with her. She's now pushing to buy a house together and openly talks about that in front of family too.
-She hasn't met any of his family except his mom, dad, brother, and myself. They have yet to be around grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.
I just worry he's rushing it so fast because she's pushing him. I worry that he was so lonely for companionship that he jumped into a relationship with the first girl after college who provided it. I worry he sees his brother (my husband) so happy in a marriage that he wants to be in one too. *Sigh* Why in the world am I so worried about it? He isn't my blood relative... he isn't my brother. I mean, he's 24 years old for God's sake. . .
I guess it is because I truly view him as a little brother, and I'm protective of him. I don't want anybody to hurt him. He's a sweet kid, and he deserves to be happy. I just hope his decision to become engaged was the right one...for his sake.
I'll force myself to bite my lip (except to my husband) and happily wish them congratulations tomorrow when I see them. I'll try to make it as genuine as I can...but something in my gut just says that this is a big big mistake.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Danger Ahead
After the painstaking withdrawal process (nausea, debilitating headaches, hot/cold sweats) I started a new medicine. Usually, you want to give a medicine a good 2 months to 'work its magic'. While I'm not sad, I do find myself to be deeply irritated on this new medicine. Little things irk me, which I would normally brush off. I'm quick to anger and quick to react. I also feel disheartened about solving normal problems and issues throughout the day.
Thankfully I head back to the doctor next week to 'check-up' on how the change in medicine is going. Maybe the medicine will be switched back, maybe I'll stay on it longer to see if it improves, maybe the effect of shortened daylight is affecting me (like it normally does this time of year until December 21st - the shortest day), or maybe I will increase the dosage.
I don't know. I wish there was a simple solution instead of playing guessing games with your body. I tried to write a poem of sorts to adequately represent what it feels like to be inside myself right now...
My moods ebb and flow
Sometimes high,
but mostly
low
but mostly
low
A calm façade masking irritation
Until crumbling, exploding with frustration
No reliable reason
Just my body’s own treason
One, two,…five…ten.
Breathe…out-in. out-in.
Why this anger? Why this sadness?
Any way to calm this madness?
Need to focus, need to breathe.
Don’t push away those around me.
Nobody sees this internal struggle
Only a b*tch causing trouble.
I think the part I hate the most about it, is that I start to feel like the world is unfair. I start to become biased, and I become overwhelmed by the negativity in everyday life that can normally be brushed off. I become this 'woa-is-me', 'life is hard', 'pity-party' person. I realize I'm doing it, but I have the hardest time curbing it.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Uphill Battle
Today started my weight loss journey (one I've started & failed so many times before), but somehow I feel like this time will be different because I am just so disgusted with myself. I so badly want positive results, so I want to stick with this until I see them.
Today I can point out 3 positives in my 'journey':
-I walked Lula for 25 minutes, which I've been doing more recently lately. It's good for her and good for me - win win.
-I ate canned chicken and a small serving of corn for lunch. Staying away from carbs is a big thing for me.
-I sweated to death on the elliptical for 30 minutes. It says I burned close to 500 calories - I don't know about that, but I do know I was breathing hard and sweating a great deal.
My 'Needs' Improvement Issue for the Day:
-I ate cereal with sugar sprinkled on it. #1 I gain/hold weight when I eat cereal, #2 I poured straight sugar on it. Oy! Tomorrow I shall try to kick myself into making an egg-protein! protein! protein! This evening I'm making Lasagna for dinner. I realize it is a carb filled meal, but I will just have to limit myself to a small portion size. You can't win'em all! Plug I bought the ingredients to make it last week.
Today I can point out 3 positives in my 'journey':
-I walked Lula for 25 minutes, which I've been doing more recently lately. It's good for her and good for me - win win.
-I ate canned chicken and a small serving of corn for lunch. Staying away from carbs is a big thing for me.
-I sweated to death on the elliptical for 30 minutes. It says I burned close to 500 calories - I don't know about that, but I do know I was breathing hard and sweating a great deal.
My 'Needs' Improvement Issue for the Day:
-I ate cereal with sugar sprinkled on it. #1 I gain/hold weight when I eat cereal, #2 I poured straight sugar on it. Oy! Tomorrow I shall try to kick myself into making an egg-protein! protein! protein! This evening I'm making Lasagna for dinner. I realize it is a carb filled meal, but I will just have to limit myself to a small portion size. You can't win'em all! Plug I bought the ingredients to make it last week.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
The Weight of Love
Recently, I've been looking in the mirror and not being really thrilled with what I see (Apparently this is common with all women at some point or another). I grew up as an 'ugly duckling' you could say (huge thick glasses that took up my whole face, braces, long gawky limbs), so when I finally became that 'swan' I was always pleased with what I saw...until recently.
Granted, I've always found 'something' or another I would 'like' to change, but I have always been relatively pleased with my appearance.
Lately I've been finding a hard time looking in the mirror and finding any of my former 'qualities' that really 'shine'. My tiny waist (which always seemed to show my lower ribs no matter how much weight I put on) has finally expanded once and for all - gone are the ribs and HELLO muffin top/back flab. My hips/butt/thighs have expanded to the point that I outgrew my "fat" jeans...and the "fat" jeans after that...and the "fat" jeans after that. My Size 6 (on a Good Day) has ballooned into a Size 12/14. My face has grown fuller, so my defined cheekbones and eyes aren't as prominent as they once were. I'm super pale (I jokingly call myself albino, but I'm probably not far off) since I no longer tan, but it makes me look sick and ghostly (especially in photos with other people). My bra's went from full-coverage to literally 'just-nipple-coverage' (don't worry, I bought new bras- there was no way now 36DD boobs were going to fit into 36B bras). *SIGH*
I don't feel confident, and I most certainly don't feel sexy. I realize this has been a gradual change (mostly starting when I began dating my now-husband 3 years ago), but it doesn't make me any more 'adjusted' to it.
I'm a woman, lets be honest - we secretly enjoy when guys look at us. I've noticed that while it happened a LOT before, it almost never happens now. Another blow to the self-esteem radar. . . It could be the fact that I'm just getting older and people don't "look" at you as much, but it still doesn't pacify me.
This could be a terrible time to decide this (with the holidays and all), but I am going to make it a purpose to lose that extra weight, around 27 lbs to be exact. I need to get my 'sexy' back, I need to get my 'diva' back dammnit!
Height: Almost 5'9
Weight:
Age 16: (At the Peak of my Physical Activity/Youth) 135 lbs, which I realize isn't possible considering I was swimming 4-5 hours daily & had the metabolism of a horse - I could literally eat WHATEVER (ah, how I miss the innocence of youth!)
Age 18-25: 140-145 lbs. (I consider this to be potentially possible considering I maintained this weight for such a long period)
Now: 167 lbs (yucko)
And most importantly, I need to prepare this body to be the Perfect Oven for a Future Baby (which I can't imagine is far off).
Any encouragement, tips, or advice couldn't hurt.
Granted, I've always found 'something' or another I would 'like' to change, but I have always been relatively pleased with my appearance.
Lately I've been finding a hard time looking in the mirror and finding any of my former 'qualities' that really 'shine'. My tiny waist (which always seemed to show my lower ribs no matter how much weight I put on) has finally expanded once and for all - gone are the ribs and HELLO muffin top/back flab. My hips/butt/thighs have expanded to the point that I outgrew my "fat" jeans...and the "fat" jeans after that...and the "fat" jeans after that. My Size 6 (on a Good Day) has ballooned into a Size 12/14. My face has grown fuller, so my defined cheekbones and eyes aren't as prominent as they once were. I'm super pale (I jokingly call myself albino, but I'm probably not far off) since I no longer tan, but it makes me look sick and ghostly (especially in photos with other people). My bra's went from full-coverage to literally 'just-nipple-coverage' (don't worry, I bought new bras- there was no way now 36DD boobs were going to fit into 36B bras). *SIGH*
I don't feel confident, and I most certainly don't feel sexy. I realize this has been a gradual change (mostly starting when I began dating my now-husband 3 years ago), but it doesn't make me any more 'adjusted' to it.
I'm a woman, lets be honest - we secretly enjoy when guys look at us. I've noticed that while it happened a LOT before, it almost never happens now. Another blow to the self-esteem radar. . . It could be the fact that I'm just getting older and people don't "look" at you as much, but it still doesn't pacify me.
This could be a terrible time to decide this (with the holidays and all), but I am going to make it a purpose to lose that extra weight, around 27 lbs to be exact. I need to get my 'sexy' back, I need to get my 'diva' back dammnit!
Height: Almost 5'9
Weight:
Age 16: (At the Peak of my Physical Activity/Youth) 135 lbs, which I realize isn't possible considering I was swimming 4-5 hours daily & had the metabolism of a horse - I could literally eat WHATEVER (ah, how I miss the innocence of youth!)
Age 18-25: 140-145 lbs. (I consider this to be potentially possible considering I maintained this weight for such a long period)
Now: 167 lbs (yucko)
And most importantly, I need to prepare this body to be the Perfect Oven for a Future Baby (which I can't imagine is far off).
Any encouragement, tips, or advice couldn't hurt.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Kitchen Redo - Details
I didn't want to bore everyone with the kitchen details in the last post, so I figured people could look here if they cared. I'm a design and decorating nut, so if you're like me you would want to see.
This is the cute little butter container I painted with my mother-in-law while we visited a ceramics shop. :-) It adds to the Parisian vibe.
I also love my wall art utensils, bird pillows, and our entry bench from the garage.
Below is a view of how the coffee mug rack is currently decorated with silver birds, wall art, fleur de lis decor, and vases. It is hard to see, but the black mugs have little white birds perched on the handles. I also love the fact that the mugs are hanging by bent spoons <3.
On the right, is the top of the coffee bar. I used a spice rack from world market to hold coffee filters and different types of teas. I also purchased the Eiffel Tower stacked cups from World Market. I always joke with my husband that I "like to have coffee every morning in the top of the Eiffel Tower". ;-)
The round little sugar bowl has a special quality to it: My favorite Grandpa made it. As a child I remember it always sitting in the middle of their kitchen table, so its a sweet reminder of my grandparents each day.
Tea Pot Shaped Spoon Rest - Deliciously and Sickeningly adorable.
On the lower shelves of the Coffee Bar is a lot of room to decorate. I found this cute bird mirror that I think ties in nicely.
Below, although it is very difficult to see, is a tiny little snow globe of the Eiffel Tower (I LOVE snowglobes, although I own very few). I must admit, those little buggers are HARD to take photos of! The decorative boxes fit nicely with the rest of the colors, and they provide the perfect place to hide coupons, photos, random items, coffee/tea/hot chocolate supplies.
The wall clock doesn't help much as far as exact time is concerned, but it is fun and whimsical. My hubs loved it when we went into a store a few years ago, but it was higher priced...so we left. I returned to the store and bought it for his birthday. He seriously adores that clock.
In the sitting area, above the white chair, is another piece of wall art, which I found at an antiques/craft store. I thought it worked nicely with the whole 'kitchen thing' I had going on.
Last, but definitely not least, is my sentimental cookie jars (no, not the snowman). These jars also sat in my grandparents kitchen. Whenever I was fussy as a child, my Grandpa would get one of Grandma's homemade cookies out for me. *This is odd because Grandma considered eating carrots and celery before dinner to be "ruining your meal" - so the fact that she allowed this is amazing.
*I don't remember being fed cookies, but I do remember loving those jars for as long as I can remember.
She wanted me to have them when she passed away, so they hold a special place in my heart and in my kitchen.
What are some favorite items within your house... sentimental...or you just love the purchase?
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| Fleur de Lis Butter Container |
I also love my wall art utensils, bird pillows, and our entry bench from the garage.
Below is a view of how the coffee mug rack is currently decorated with silver birds, wall art, fleur de lis decor, and vases. It is hard to see, but the black mugs have little white birds perched on the handles. I also love the fact that the mugs are hanging by bent spoons <3.
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| Coffee Mug Rack |
Tea Pot Shaped Spoon Rest - Deliciously and Sickeningly adorable.
Below, although it is very difficult to see, is a tiny little snow globe of the Eiffel Tower (I LOVE snowglobes, although I own very few). I must admit, those little buggers are HARD to take photos of! The decorative boxes fit nicely with the rest of the colors, and they provide the perfect place to hide coupons, photos, random items, coffee/tea/hot chocolate supplies.
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| Pendulum Clock |
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| Parisian Wall Art |
*I don't remember being fed cookies, but I do remember loving those jars for as long as I can remember.
She wanted me to have them when she passed away, so they hold a special place in my heart and in my kitchen.
What are some favorite items within your house... sentimental...or you just love the purchase?
Kitchen Redo Unveil (Photo Heavy)
I will admit, I have been busy (aka. neglectful of my blogging). However, I did want to show you how our kitchen turned out. Granted I need to update my camera... I'm starting to notice a fuzzyness that wasn't there before. Perhaps I'm finally noticing the grainy lack of megapixals because I'm so used to seeing crystal clear images on the internet. Nonetheless, here it goes.
If you shall remember, this was the state of our kitchen when the previous owners had it. I can't say that the yellow hue is my cup of tea. It looks a bit dowdy, like an older woman who likes to dress in bland hues.
In previous posts, I showed you the Coffee Bar and Mug Rack my husband made, from my hand drawn renderings of course (men do need a bit of guidance - ha!)
My husband was fearful at first of the 'dark' blue color. However, I was adamant ..I mean, come on hubby, I have a VISION here! Finally, I convinced him that we should paint it the blue color, which he kept calling 'purple' for a while (I told him we could always repaint it if he didn't like it, which I knew we'd never do -ha!). I maintain the fact that I wanted my kitchen to have a blueberry sort of vibe...although somehow a Parisian theme worked its way in.
A few things I'm in love with: the wine rack above the island and the decorative fork, knife, spoon wall art above the bench. The bench has storage inside for shoes, which is nice when coming in from the garage. It also tends to be a sitting place for my purse. The cute little purple bird pillows also make my heart happy.
This is the kitchen sitting area, which we use as a coffee bar. I love how the curtains we made make the window appear larger, since we hung it wider and taller than the window itself. It gave the illusion of a bigger window.
My husband had the brilliant idea (although I wish I could say it was mine) to use chalkboard paint on the wall above the coffee bar. He trimmed it out with decorative trim, so it's a fun place to write messages.
This is another view from the sitting area. It's just a slip-covered chair for extra seating. Honestly, when we have people over now the kitchen does seem to be where everyone gathers. It's nice to be cooking and still be able to enjoy your guests.
Last, but definitely not least, a little bit of Snowman puke. Nothing says Christmas like a Poinsettia and Mixed Nuts to crack (although Lula our dog has been trying to crack open the nuts and eat them whenever they fall on the floor - what dog does that?!)
If you shall remember, this was the state of our kitchen when the previous owners had it. I can't say that the yellow hue is my cup of tea. It looks a bit dowdy, like an older woman who likes to dress in bland hues.
In previous posts, I showed you the Coffee Bar and Mug Rack my husband made, from my hand drawn renderings of course (men do need a bit of guidance - ha!)
You'll have to forgive my unveiling photos, as they are strewn with holiday decorations. I suppose that is what happens when you move right before the holidays. Your room re-do's tend to look like a snowman puked on them with holly and glitter. I can't say I mind too much though :-) I like Christmas.
My husband was fearful at first of the 'dark' blue color. However, I was adamant ..I mean, come on hubby, I have a VISION here! Finally, I convinced him that we should paint it the blue color, which he kept calling 'purple' for a while (I told him we could always repaint it if he didn't like it, which I knew we'd never do -ha!). I maintain the fact that I wanted my kitchen to have a blueberry sort of vibe...although somehow a Parisian theme worked its way in.
My husband had the brilliant idea (although I wish I could say it was mine) to use chalkboard paint on the wall above the coffee bar. He trimmed it out with decorative trim, so it's a fun place to write messages.
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| Coffee Bar, Wine Rack, Mug Holder, Decorative Boxes |
This is another view from the sitting area. It's just a slip-covered chair for extra seating. Honestly, when we have people over now the kitchen does seem to be where everyone gathers. It's nice to be cooking and still be able to enjoy your guests.
Last, but definitely not least, a little bit of Snowman puke. Nothing says Christmas like a Poinsettia and Mixed Nuts to crack (although Lula our dog has been trying to crack open the nuts and eat them whenever they fall on the floor - what dog does that?!)
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| Poinsettia & Mixed Nuts |
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