Historical Home Faux-Shopping

   I've ranted about my bathroom hi jinx enough for one day. Allow me to touch upon my weekend a bit more now. For starters, I went for a run at 6:15 on Saturday morning. Weather was still cool and not humid. Perfect conditions. I truly love the town where I live, Woodbury, CT. It's filled with antique, history soaked homes. If you jog down main street in Woodbury you are jogging down a lesson in colonial times known as "Historic District No 1". As mentioned here  I'm terrified to own one of these amazing homes. Also concerned that Aaron will constantly knock himself unconscious when going from room to room. People were a lot smaller back then...

  I wandered and admired some of my favorites. I am a huge fan of American History and love that I live in a town that is steeped in it. Almost every home on Main Street is part of the Historic Registry and was built before 1800.

   Also many of these homes are no longer lived in...but galleries and antique shops. I live about 2 miles off the Antique trail of Connecticut that people travel all over the country to come to. I've been in ONE antique shop since I moved here. If it weren't for Aaron telling me we have too much "stuff" I'd probably antique shop a bit more. Oh and if I was rich, too.

   I discovered a home for sale that was a mere $249,000. I imagine that is code for "this is the house you're afraid of". But the charm is overwhelming!! And it's right on the Woodbury green. Sigh. I know. I'll just focus on my bathroom. Shut up.

   Mid-jog I tried to adjust my ponytail and the worst thing that can happen during a run (besides getting hit by a car, I imagine) occurred.

Hair tie= Broken. So I ghetto fixed it. Ingenuity.

   I came home to my husband who was scurrying to get the bathroom ready for renovations (little did I know that meant "nothing"). I opened the door to the basement and the normal sight is piles of Aaron's chef  coats, dirty work pants and softball gear. He likes to toss it down the stairs and I like to ignore it. I only process laundry that's in the laundry bin or brought right to the laundry room...I was greeted with only the litter box for Ms. Pee Pee. (We're in the process of slowly moving it downstairs by Apollo's)

   Oh my God! He loves me! He moved his laundry! *tear* Praise be to this day!! I think as I round the corner to the basement.

And back down to earth...There it all is.

   I guess everyone has their own cleaning style. Mine is to actually do it. Hopefully I'll get home to a partially worked on bathroom. The guy should be at the condo now working. Everyone cross your fingers and toes for me! I'll leave you with my final image of NY yesterday...

I don't feel I have to add a descript to this.

Later! XO Autumn Van Weir

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My New T-Shirt

   Let's begin with a shout out to the best wallpaper ever. Aaron and I assisted our friends Tracy and Bryan with cleaning, furniture set up and painting their gorgeous "new" antique home. I love the appeal of an old home with a past and with the possibility of interesting old document and passage ways hidden in the walls! So far all they've found is bats that are breeding and this amazing wallpaper that I begged her not to take down.



   She "claims" this mudroom wallpaper, which matches nothing else in the house, was "peeling" and needs to be taken down for that reason. Please. This wallpaper should be left up as a reminder that some people have no taste and it will make her laugh everyday!! Don't you agree? I would also be OK with her doing a "Full House"-style tribute to this paper by cutting out a section and framing it like Uncle Jesse did with the pink bunnies. I'll keep you posted.

   So last night I went to the grocery store (boring), did some cleaning of my kitchen (even worse), and some laundry (livin' like a celeb now). As I began to cook some dinner I remembered that Aaron had asked me to move the laundry he started to the dryer. After clearing out the rubber gloves from his kitchen, pens and the $5 cash that I pocketed I was really on a roll. Dinner was in the oven so I decided to vacuum. Preface: I hate vacuuming more than any other task. This should tell you I was going for it. I do the main floor and give up. I made note of the fact that my amazing husband put away all his shoes which were cluttering up our breakfast nook (Read: room where the cat eats and we dump stuff on our way into the condo). I'm impressed now and so happy I chose to make a chicken pot pie for dinner. He deserves it. I go to put the vacuum away in the coat closet and am greeted by this sight:

   I resist the urge to scream and put all the shoes on his pillow. I close the door. I place the vacuum where I found it in the dining area. And walk away.

   One other great thing happened last night. I got in the shirt I ordered from T-Shirt Bordello online. Friends...it's the best shirt EVER which I wore whilst I prepared our meal.

   Yes. That's an alien spacecraft, Bigfoot AND the Loch Ness Monster. All in one shirt. Thank you T-Shirt Bordello. And in answer to your question, yes I also wore that psychotic grin all night long.

   Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat an egg wrap with cheese and hotsauce.