I woke up around 5:45 this morning worried about two things-Was there enough milk for my coffee and what can I blog about today. Last night I read that one should blog often with the truth in mind . I am taking this advice and will write about how happy I am it is Saturday. Really happy!
I woke up a tad hung over from a cosmopolitan I drank after a tennis game . This is a drink I never drink and was wondering why as I sluggishly walked downstairs around 5:50 am. When I saw their was enough milk for me ( selfish wife ) and I did not have to go to the store I skipped around the house and turning off all the exterior lights. I am a scaredy cat at night.. Yes, I think there is a boogie man and I go into an irrational lock down mode at my house every night with alarms and far too many lights on.
Which brings me to my home. I love my house the most on the weekends. And when I do not compare ( as a designer it is so easy to do this) I feel so blessed to have this life. I know these are the best years. I know my children will grow up before my eyes. I know I am lucky I met Luke. I still have dreams of myself in New York, desperately trying to find a husband and dating around and thinking each guy could be the one. What a ding dong! Talk about desperado… I have plenty of friends who are not married and marriage does not suit everyone. And many of my friends will meet the loves of their lives at another age. And, sometimes, when Luke and I argue , I imagine my getaway plan and being single at 45. This may entail a boob job but things could be worse..
It is easy to be in a honey moon phase when your children are 2, 4 and 7. Most days I just stare at their little hands, their small perfect teeth and smell their heads until they tell me to stop. While there are days I think child services could come and get me for being a bad mom I think I am much better than I would have been younger-Time starts to zoom by in your 40’s.
We live in Hancock Park in Los Angeles. My neighborhood resembles any other neighborhood that could be in the mid west, the south ,or New England ( Sort of. )These are some of the nicer houses in my neighborhood and I have made sure to exclude the really tacky bad ones with turquoise gates and too many fake columns.
Our house was the worst house on a rather nice block. This is our house when we bought it. And that is Bear and Lilah. My first two children.
It was a tear down and we were the only bidders who were not going to tear it down.
Luke was in London and our dear friend and realtor, Barry, called me and told me he found our home. We had stopped looking because everything was so expensive in Santa Monica. Luke surfs so he wanted to live there. I loved Hancock Park because it reminds me of the south. At first site of the broken down white stucco and columns that reminded me of University of Virginia, I told Barry we wanted it.
Luke said yes site unseen. Keep in mind this broken down house was a stretch for us and Luke said yes for me not because it was an easy purchase. He told me he trusted me on this as I could see through the rubble of the house. It also resembled my grandfathers home on Chesapeake Bay affectionally named Cedar Point-
The transformation took a year and it is always ongoing as you can witness from this post.
And now for my favorite photos of real life on 4th street-