Archive for April, 2016
This is a difficult topic to put words to as everything still feels so raw right now. But, today is my Godfather’s funeral and he deserves a post in his honor.
Gene was certainly my Godfather, yet he was so much more than that. He was my dad’s lifelong best friend; he was my mom’s confidant and support; he was a loving father; a loyal husband; an adoring Grandfather and a giving friend to many.
Gene was one of the greatest listeners I knew and someone who laughed with great freedom and abundance. My dad was one of the greatest story tellers I knew and someone who could perfectly time his jokes. They were the perfect pair like that.
And a pair they were. Gene and my dad have been best friends since elementary school. As little boys, they’d take to the hills of East San Jose and they’d go fishing and hunting. In high school, they would bring girls to the James Lick Observatory to look at the view and to attempt a make out session, with little success. In college, they were fraternity brothers and they got up to more trouble than good in the very best of ways. I gave the social side of college my all because of the raucous fireside stories we grew up listening to Gene, Dad and Mom laugh their way through. Post college, they each got married and lived in San Francisco and began families. My dad soon moved out of the city while Gene stayed. Even though adulthood inevitably crept into their lives, they remained foolish little boys together.
Moves and children and jobs never took an ounce of their strong bond away. They would still check in with each other, poke fun of each other and cry with each other. They had a history of leaving each other long, hilarious phone messages. My dad would find Gene’s messages so funny that he would put it on speaker for his office to listen or he’d replay it to us while we drove to Sunday mass.
They were enthralling and hilarious messages because Gene was a story teller. He was a poet. He was a connoisseur and appreciator of words. He could nail a well crafted joke. In actuality, he was a sports loving CPA and banking consultant living in San Francisco. However, in my mind, Gene will always be a cowboy poet.
Certainly, we loved growing up listening to Gene’s phone messages but what far surpassed that was Gene in person. Here is where the cowboy part of Gene comes in for me. Gene would come on all of our fishing trips. He was happiest in nature. He was one hell of a fly fisherman. But, one thing I always found so cool about him was that he would prefer to sleep outdoors under the stars. So even if we had rented a cabin, Gene would take to the deck in his sleeping bag, refusing the bed. He climbed Mount Shasta many times. When my mom turned 40, with four young kids at home, she climbed the mountain, with Gene cheering her up all 14, 180 feet.
When Gene became my Godfather at my baptism, when I was just a baby, he wrote up and framed a very official contract saying that he was to start a fly fishing fund for me to be given in completion on my 13 birthday. He was to totally equip me with fly fishing gear and to remain my fly fishing spiritual advisor.
One of the greatest and most memorable gifts I have ever received was shortly following my 13th birthday at the Bollibokka Club on the McCloud River. Gene gave me waders, boots, a fly fishing vest, a new reel and all the flies you could possibly need.
As much as I’d love to be as passionate of the sport of fly fishing as the rest of my family, I really have preferred a book by the side of the stream. So, why would such a gift be so wonderful? Because I can still picture the ear to ear grins on both Gene and my father’s faces. I can remember like yesterday their pride beaming on me, as my little bony body put on the oversized waders and massive wading boots and took to the stream with the two of them. It was one of those moments where I felt on top of the world, absolutely ensconced in their love.
And love, Gene did. My mom recently said that she didn’t know anyone who was as loved as Gene. I think it’s because he loved so much. I always felt so incredibly special around him. And it’s not until his passing that I’m realizing I wasn’t the only one. He had a way of making you believe you were the only one in the room, showing you how much he deeply cared for you, ever listening, laughing and encouraging.
When my dad passed away, Gene surely lost a large part of himself as well. But he never let us know it because he immediately stood in as the rock for all of us. He gave a beautiful, eloquent, touching eulogy that perfectly captured my dad. He took my mom for hikes and listened as she talked through her grief. He read my blog posts from the day I began writing and he would send me e-mails of support, recounting his favorite posts. He came to the hospital on the day Josie was born, which helped to mend my broken heart that my dad could not be there. If ever anything any of us needed, Gene would have dropped all to be there in a heartbeat. He wasn’t just my dad’s best friend, he was family through and through.
My last visit with Gene came at my mom’s 70th birthday party. He was weak from chemo and intense cancer treatment. I thought he’d won the awful fight and we were ready to put that dreadful C word to rest. He came to say goodbye to me as he was leaving the party. Then he began to walk to the car, ever the cowboy, he didn’t ask for assistance for the rather far walk. Remembering how hard it was for my dad to walk when he was that physically weak but how difficult it was for him to ask for help, I ran to Gene, grabbed his arm and assisted him to the car. He didn’t refuse the help as I think he also enjoyed the time with his Goddaughter and I loved the time with him. Little did I know that would be our last walk.
The keyboard is wet as I have fallen into another crying session. But, I know Gene is sending his love, support and helping me to walk as I work through the grief.
Gene, it was all too soon. Know you are massively loved and you will always be missed. Enjoy the humongous hugs, guttural laughs and Old Crow with my dad. Thank you for living up to your contract and for being the best damn fly fishing spiritual guide that ever lived. Can’t wait to get back on the stream to have a good fish, a healing cry and an abundant laugh in your honor.
Things are moving right along on the One Room Challenge. As a refresher, here is the plan for the upper patio area…
Bench is built, all cushions are done, rug is ordered. We ended up changing directions on that beautiful umbrella in the plan because, frankly, the umbrella cost an arm and a leg. Even with husband approval, I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Which has made Graham oh so proud of my frugality. I found one off of Wayfair for less than a quarter of the price in a solid gray and it is…wait for it…backordered. Of course.
Next up on the list…this bar area is getting retiled…
with this tile…
The tilers have already begun and it’s looking so much better.
Of course when it comes to projects, things never go totally to plan. The plan was to have the tile stop on the front wall exactly where the red tile used to stop and have the white wall for most of the bar front facing wall. However, this tile is thicker then the old tile and so there would be this weird bump out from the tile to the wall and the only way to fix it is to float the wall which aint cheap.
Then I thought, well, why not tile the entire wall? Lightly suggested it to Graham and he was on board.
The beauty of the ORC is that there is absolutely no time to hem and haw over our decision. We both slept on it and the next morning I bought the extra tile. Now I’m hoping the extra tile will come on time and we will get everything finished in time. And, most importantly that it’ll look good and we’ll be happy with our decision.
The race is on. Go cheer on the contestants at Linda’s Calling It Home blog.
For those of you new to my blog, welcome! I’m happy to have you here! I’d also like to introduce you to my husband, Handyman Graham; I will now post a photo of to thoroughly embarrass him.
While he crunches numbers by day, he cuts wood with his table saw by night.
For some background, about a year ago, he found out about the Anna White website and he decided to all of sudden build a table with zero woodworking experience. As a loving wife, I had little confidence in the whole endeavor. I thought he was insane for taking it on. He proved me wrong and he built this lovely outdoor table…
You can read the full post on this table, here.
So for our outdoor space that I’m working on, I got rid of the round table and chairs
and I put Handyman Graham to work. Thereby, fulfilling the ancient saying, “If you prove your woodworking skills your wife will take advantage.” He built this outdoor sofa off of Anna White’s website…
For full disclosure, we are not an HGTV show. He did not build this overnight for $80 total. Nope. It took him many weekends and he got it done before this challenge began. The price also still adds up with the cost of materials.
But, for this week, let me introduce you to our new bench in the space. Aint she a beaut?! I love the x base back.
(Sorry for the horrible photos)
A bench cushion is currently being made in this fabulous Christopher Farr fabric that I had left over from my first One Room Challenge.
The bench will be paired with two of these faux bamboo barrel chairs. My upholsterer already finished up the cushions for them and I picked them up and they are beautiful! The chairs need another coat of spray paint but we’re getting there.
And that’s where we’re at so far. Thanks for stopping by and I hope to see you next week.
Please check out the other participants here.
It’s that time of year again. One Room Challenge Time (to be read in Oprah voice). I’m diving in with both feet and I have yet to know if I’ll sink or swim. The big question is, will my workrooms pull through and deliver what I need to be done on time? Six weeks of taking a space from blah to (hopefully) wow is a tight deadline. But, you already knew that.
For those of you who are new to my site, welcome! Here are pics of my last three One Room Challenges so you can be familiar with my work.
Project 1: Poolhouse Redo –
Project 2 – Country Bedroom
Project 3 – My Girls’ Closet –
What will I be working on this time? Our outdoor space.
Here comes the before shots…
You see that uninspiring, round table and chairs that’s sticking out in the photo? Yeah, well that set came with the house when we bought it. When we were doing our final walkthrough to get our keys, we came along this lovely set of patio furniture and the previous owner matter of factly stated to us, “I’m going to leave this here. You can keep it or you can have your movers get rid of it.” And that was that.
The patio furniture we unintentionally inherited, has sat there for far too long and that little space is getting a makeover with this basic plan
Also, this little bar-b-que area
This table will be getting all done up with a fresh tablescape for the reveal photos.
These chairs will be getting cushions made.
I’m excited for the changes coming and I hope that it all comes together in time. The one thing that can’t be changed, that I wish could be, is the hardscape. We’ll be remodeling in a number of years and tearing up the hardscape at that point. So, for now, I’ll just work with what we’ve got.
I hope you’ll follow along with me for the next six weeks. Your support truly means the world to me.
Please check out the other participants in the One Room Challenge, here.
For the record, Josie is a “big girl” and I am getting a bit verklempt about it all. The fun thing is that she’s my little pal and we’re starting to have actual, real conversations. The sad part is that she’s outgrowing that itty bitty, cuddly wuddly, rock a bye baby stage. This weekend she officially left the crib and entered her big girl bed…
All of the bedding hasn’t arrived yet. Eventually, the quilt that will be folded at the end of the bed; for now, it is layed all the way out. I scored and the green in the quilt matches the green of the headboard perfectly. I also love the quilt with the Madeline Weinrib fabric I have on Josie’s stool that she uses to hoist her little body into her bed. Perhaps, she’s not such a “big girl” after all.
First and foremost, thank you so much for your kind words on my big news last week! We are so excited!
Our wonderful sitter who comes two mornings a week so I can have uninterrupted work time, is out this week so the girls went up to daycare at Graham’s office today. Why share this rather mundane tidbit of information? I just wanted to set the scene that for the first time in a long time I have the house completely to myself all day long. It’s paradise! No offense, family.
The purpose for this uninterrupted silence is to do my business taxes. But, like with any dreadful task, comes the wonderful pursuit of procrastination. Enter blogging. Ah, yes, I remember you daily blog. You were so fun!
Let’s get started. How about some inspiration?
When debating tackling a God awful Ikea hack, I came across this image as inspiration (a decidedly non Ikea hack) –
The room was packed to the brim with swoon worthy elements, that I had to find the entire house tour. Feast your eyes on Lindsey Lane‘s work.
That custom scalloped settee may be the most perfect thing that I have ever laid eyes on. The entire New York City flat feels fresh and fun with plenty of timeless elements mixed in. What a happy spot to live. You can view more of Lindsey’s inspiring portfolio, here.