You found me! Whew! For a while there I thought going through all my old photos was gonna be a waste of time, but here you are and I’m thrilled! So without further adieu…
My story began in 1954, right smack in the middle of the baby boom generation. I spent the first five years of my life in a modest home in Queens living with my parents, older sister and maternal grandmother.
In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m the cute one ;).
Just in time for me to start kindergarten, we moved to a bedroom community on Long Island, where I spent idyllic, lazy days at Jones Beach in the summer, riding my bike for hours after school, playing hide n’ seek in our yard and basically getting into trouble like any normal kid…
although admittedly I might have been more ‘normal’ than most. 😉
My grandmother was an accomplished sewer, and it was from watching her where I first got the itch to create. The itch was scratched while taking HomeEc in high school (remember that?).
I purchased a sewing machine with money I made from working at my first job at an Italian bakery (and no story about me would be complete without mentioning my insatiable appetite for cannolis). I had that Singer machine for almost 30 years, and it served me well. Here I am showing off a couple of the very first outfits I made:
Don’t I look groovy? I’m pretty sure my hair was straightened in this next picture with bear cans…and why did everyone pose like this in the late 60’s??
When I wasn’t behind a sewing machine, I was performing in (very) small community productions. Here I am doing my interpretation of Sally Bowles, ’cause life is a Cabaret, you know? 😉
At 22, I moved into my own apartment in Levittown, the original ‘planned’ community. It was in a two family home, located on the second floor, and I remember the bedroom and living room were so small if you stood in the middle you could almost touch the walls with your arms.
But the kitchen was another story. It was huge! And it was there where I learned to hone my cooking skills and get creative with budgeting. (I was dirt poor working as a dance instructor for practically pennies.)
At the age of 23, I finally decided to go to college and spent the next four years getting a BS in Psychology. There’s a reason it’s called a BS ;). In my last year of school I met my husband, got married, and two years later had our daughter, Sarissa, and spent the next 13 years working as a trainer for a cosmetic company, an out-sourcing consultant for a fortune 500 company and a bridal consultant at a major department store.
In 1999 I started a franchised residential cleaning business. The business took up so much of my time that we couldn’t do much traveling, so in 2005 we purchased a second home to escape to on the weekends, a log cabin in the foothills of the Berkshires. Around 2012 I had enough of the everyday grind and we decided to sell our home and business and move to the cabin full time, a process that took more than two years!
I’m not entirely sure how I learned about the world of blogging. I know so many of you remember the very first blog you read, and how it inspired you, but I don’t.
I just remember saying to a friend over lunch one day ‘let’s start a blog together’. She was a professional organizer, so the blog was going to focus on that as well as the endless projects I was working on at the cabin.
If she hadn’t said yes, I’m not sure what I would have done. I’m tech challenged and I was terrified of trying it on my own. But she did say yes, and for a few weeks (yup, that’s it), it was fun, but she was way too busy with her organizing business to make a go of it so we parted ways.
Looking back, everything worked out exactly as it was supposed to.
Like life, my blog has evolved into something different than what the original vision was. For the first four years of blogging, it was called Househoneys. I never really liked that name, and there were more than a few times I typed ‘Househineys’ when commenting on other blogs. It was time for a change.
The original blog was mostly about organizing and household tips, but quickly evolved into a lot more. Now I’m just as likely to share what life is like in our beautiful neck of the woods as a project, and I like to believe that my writing and photography has improved over the years, if only a little bit.
A little about my family. In the Spring of 2011, Sarissa moved to Singapore to begin a career in the nightclub/restaurant industry with Josh, her then boyfriend. Sarissa’s favorite holiday has always been Halloween, so I think it’s interesting how she found a career that not only lets her dress up, but encourages it.
I have no idea what or who they’re supposed to be here, but I’m lovin’ her wig so I included it.
This picture was taken for a magazine highlighting the opening of one of their restaurants. The good news is they like what they do, the bad news is they like what they do. I don’t think they’ll be returning to the States any time soon :(. I raised her to be independent, but I never thought she’d take it this far! Geeez Louise!
In the meantime, Sarissa and Josh got married in the Spring of 2014 in NY. I did a shameless job of documenting that event, which you can see here, and you can also get a close up view of the bouquet here, which is one of my proudest diy projects to date.
At the risk of giving you cuteness overload, here’s Charlie, our granddog, who was brought to Singapore to join his mommy by yours truly in the Fall of 2011. Oh how I love this baby!!
Just like his mommy, his also loves to dress up in silly costumes (that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it). While Charlie lived with us just before and after Sarissa left the country, we had a routine. Every night I would get a bowl of Cheerios and bring them upstairs to the sofa you see here. Charlie’s booty would shake a mile a minute and he would eagerly jump on the top of the sofa by my head and I would spend the next 30 minutes or so sharing the Cheerios with him while watching All My Children.
One small fact about me that not too many people know is I started watching that show from day one, back in 1970, and once the ability to tape it came on the scene, I don’t think I ever missed an episode. Yes, the story lines were ridiculous and yes, the acting left something to be desired, but I loved it nonetheless. It was such a small thing, this ritual we had, but it was my favorite time of day and I miss it. We are planning to go to Singapore in May and I’m going to bring some Cheerios since it’s not sold there, so hang in there Charlie!
I’ve always been a huge proponent of recycling so I decided to become wife number 2 for hubby. He has a son from his first marriage who is now 41 who has two boys, Mikey age 12 and Maddox, age 5, which some of you have read about a few times on the blog.
Here’s me and Maddox getting ready to take off on a go-cart. Seriously folks. Look at that face. Can you stand it?
Not mine silly, this one!
Here I am with my Fisherman at the Cape last year and even after being married for 32 years, he’s still trying to cop a feel of my left boob, even though with each passing year his hand has to stretch just a tad more. It doesn’t take much to make him happy.
In the Spring of 2015 we purchased a used RV which we named ‘BAM’ (Big Ass Mama), as of this writing, we’ve mostly just taken it to Florida and short trips near our home, but if BAM holds up, we want to explore other parts of the U.S. too.
A few places out of the country on our bucket list are the Tuscany region of Italy, Greece and maybe an African Safari. When we go to Singapore in May we also plan to take a trip to Cambodia, which might seem like an odd destination choice but it’s suppose to be an awesome place to visit.
So here’s the part where I tell you what I love (besides cannolis): I love the country, and I love the city. I’m a true ‘country mouse, city mouse’ kinda gal. I love nature, animals, dancing, sitting on the porch on a rainy day, travel, taking risks, being adventurous (I’ll do almost anything once), learning new things, chocolate, singing (I’m terrible at that, but it doesn’t stop me, much to everyone’s chagrin. And I think I know the words to every song ever written), cozy fires, down to earth people who also have a good sense of humor, the ocean and creating. Doesn’t matter what. I just have to create.
Even if it’s chaos.
And my style? Well, I love cottage style homes, Victorian homes, farmhouse homes, modern homes, beachy homes, french country homes, rustic homes, tudor homes, tiny homes, big homes, homes with mountain views, homes with ocean views, homes with lake views, homes with skyline views, homes close to town, or homes in the boonies. You get the picture. I love almost all homes, and have always felt if you listen, a house will tell you how it wants to be decorated. So I really don’t have a certain style. It just depends on the house, but admittedly I’m partial to porches, arched doorways and window seats ;).
Oh, and if you’ve read this far, I love you too! 🙂
What don’t I like? Well, my muffin top is high up on that list, but I’m also not liking the fact that the only time a company has gotten in touch with me was for a freebie plug. Seriously, why can’t someone send me a new wardrobe, preferably one designed to hide the aforementioned muffin top, or a new RV so for sure we can get to some far away places? Someone, anyone?
I’ll close with a picture of me on our lake, looking off into the sunset *cue music*.
(Doing this post forced me to look at old photos, and I’ve decided I want my 16 year old body back. Can anyone arrange that for me?)
So there you have it. Not too exciting, but excitement is overrated, don’t you agree?
Me either, but it sounds good.
So if you’re looking to check out some life-altering posts, here’s a few of my favs.