""Love the home you're with" — Donna Sapolin, HOME Magazine Editor-in-chief

With my new magazine subscriptions coming in (thanks to my untouched mileage on Continental Airlines), I have a wide choice of leisure reading these days.  I was trying to put away some of my clutter in the dining room when I chanced upon the first issue of HOME which arrived last week.  Unless a particular article on the cover catches my eye, I usually read a magazine from from to back, so my first logical stop was the Editorial which caught my attention because of the title.

My favorite part of Sapolin’s editorial says “.. turn your residence into a comforting and healing sanctuary — that is, a destination you’d like to stay in for a while.”

We’ve had our co-op for four years now.  We moved in on Halloween of 2002, so the poor trick or treaters buzzing the doorbell had nothing to look forward to as we were busy carting stuff up from our car to this new place we now call home.  Our very own — just two years into our marraige, and to me the purchase was pivotal because it was an agreement between Alan and I that we would not start trying to get pregnant until we had our place.  Finally!

We initially said we’d stay five years — now we are thinking of holding on to our place just a little longer.  It’s a nice place to raise a toddler in because there is a courtyard where the neighbor’s children sometimes play.  There is a sense of closeness between the occupants of the 12 units in our u-shaped courtyard, though some of us own and some of us rent.  It’s a sense of community that is not quite the same as calling over the fence to say hello to your next door neighbor.

We haven’t really done much to renovate the place — although it had always been Alan’s and my plan to give the place our personal touch.  We haven’t gone further than repainting the bathroom a fuschia pink color — making it MY kind of bathroom — and repainting the dining room a cool sage green which distinguishes itself amidst the all-white walls of the common areas.  We are finally working on putting up our pictures and art.  Hopefully by Christmas, we would have the wall shelf in the dining room to hold some of those frames.  In the spring we might repaint the living room, and by summer next year, the frames we had hoped to put on the stairwell will be up. 

While we’re pretty crowded right now with Alan’s Mom and my Mom all here with us, we all know that it’s a temporary arrangement.  When I was pregnant with Angel, I had planned to paint the Peanuts gang onto his room’s wall, and I had it all figured out, from creating the templates and actually getting the right color down to the right Pantone shade.  But it’s not his room — so instead, the stepson’s posters are up on the wall.. and my Mom has an image of Our Lady of Perpetual Help on her side of the room. 

Improvement plans were put on hold largely because of Angel, but now that he can actually understand admonitions to do or not to do something, we’re more confident about moving forward with making this place breathe more character — our personal touch in this place we call home.



A windy, windy Saturday

I woke up to the sound of the wind howling outside my window.  It was so dark though I knew it was already late in the morning.  The sun finally came around noon, but the win barely abated.  It rained, it stopped, and then we finally got the chance to do some errands late afternoon.

We were supposed to attend a halloween party cum housewarming of a friend in Westchester but I decided to forego it at the last minute because I didn’t want to burden Mom with staying up late tonight again to watch Angel.  At the same time, I didn’t want Alan and his friends hurrying to leave the party when they could stay as long as they want if I wasn’t there to bug Alan to go home.  Three friends from Queens were supposed to ride with us, and I’d have been the party pooper.  So I stayed home, took care of Angel, and I’ve been working on Neris’ scrapbook again.  I’m almost done, really.  I am just trying to create the pages with the postcards.  I have only more or less 16 pages left to print and I’m done.  She’s back by next Sunday and I cannot wait to give it to her.  My first completed scrapbook.. wow!

The wind is still howling and it’s past midnight already.  I’m sweating the fat off some short ribs I’m going to put in the slow cooker in around an hour and a half and it should be good for lunch tomorrow.  If the weather holds, we have another windy and wet day tomorrow.  We’ll probably just stay in.