I forgot how much I loved the smell of candles. Seems I haven’t had a home (in the typical sense) these past few years. Inuvik was the closest thing to a permanent living space we had, but on account of the linoleum in the shower stall and the plywood kitchen cupboards, I don’t think I can put that spot on the list of places I’ve had a HOME. Though, when I’m trying to remember where the cups are, no matter who’s kitchen I’m in, the spot I think of is behind plywood cupboard number three. So I guess it was a home after-all.
Back to candles. They’re a part of a vision of HOME I have which includes me reading on our elbow couch under a blanket, snow falling outside, a candle burning and some great music on the ipod. Oh yeah, and all this occurs in my very own home. With squeaky hardwood floors and my photography hanging on the wall. Guess a big piece of that vision is missing. Am still on the hunt for THE house. I say THE house like there is only one for us. But there isn’t. We’ve tried on a few different houses for size, concluded that they would work for us in different ways, but ended up not getting them in the end. I’m not sure who to blame this on. Our firm desire to get the place for the price we want, the seller’s firm desire to sell for the price he wants, or shady real estate agents on either end.
Regardless of the cause, the reality of the situation is, though I’m extremely grateful to my fabulous in-laws for letting me play at their house, I would love (love, love) to have them to MY house for dinner (I already owed you for the whole raising my husband thing, but this makes the pay-back impossible). I would prepare said dinner with MY pots and pans that I haven’t seen since 2007 and perhaps follow the dinner up with mixed drinks that I made in MY blender. Problem is, it’s been so long, I can’t even remember if I own a blender. House, if you’re out there, I’m coming for you…soon.
Archive for January, 2010
How funny is it to walk down the paint chip aisle at Home Depot? People are paid to think up names for multiple variations of hues of shades of tones of deep lilac and burnt umber. Names like chocolate froth or Indian linen. Names that are supposed to give people, some of whom stand diaphoretic and panicky in front of the wall of colour options, another method of deciding on a chip.
What is vanilla creme? It’s a shade darker than burning-out-your-retinas white and a hue lighter than slightly-darker-than vanilla creme. Context is everything. Who wants to burn out your retinas? Can’t go that bright in a room. And who could relax in a room as dark as the second option? Surely one couldn’t have a single useful thought in a room painted such an unimaginative colour. In reality, they are all beige. But then, where would the fun be in that? (oh I just LOVE this shade - don’t you? beige 2a is my FAVORITE!)
Here are some colours, I think, should be on the list.
breast milk beige, (and close relative: ‘breast milk poop mustard‘)
the morning after asparagus,
sunshine through my eyelids rose,
red (I dare you to find it in reality),
AM diaper change brown (so much more brown for your buck than ’second diaper change of the day brown’),
font black,
clear/the emperors new paint,
See that last comma? I was so hopeful I’d think of another name. :(
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