Thursday, February 21, 2013
Another question from the Chat Pack: My vision of a luxurious bathroom:
This bath would have a glassed-in walk in shower, with a multitude of wonderful shower heads, including a waterfall. This bath would have a large Jacuzzi tub, with a window over the tub. I would like a lot of natural light in this bathroom, no matter its size.
The toilet will have its own enclosure, with its own window. This bathroom will have a see-through fireplace between the bathroom and the bedroom OR a fireplace just above the bathtub!
This bathroom would have a lot of rock/stone instead of plain wallboard. Kind of like a Tudor design. The bathroom cabinets would be free-standing furniture.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
I grabbed a card from a "chat pack" and decided to answer the question of what would be a luxurious kitchen in my view.
This is an interesting question. Probably because I think I do not deserve either one. That question is for another day, I suppose.
First: A luxurious Kitchen. Boy, do I want one of those. It would have double ovens, a large gas stove with an oven below. Double sink, deep, very deep. Probably stone of some kind. Storage would be in floor to ceiling cabinets or, better, yet, a walk-in pantry. I saw a photo of a walk in pantry. The door looked like all the other cabinet doors. It just opened into a large (about 100 square feet) panty.
I would have a deep cabinet around the refrigerator such that the refrigerator front surface would be flush with the cabinetry. Said cabinets would hold all the “open” foodstuffs and condiments, fresh veggies, and, if there is still room, some of the large flat pans that we use nearly every day (and have no handy storage spot). I think I would give up a dining room for this sort of layout. Although we do use our dining room for entertainment, as well as family parties, I think that the property could have a large enough live-in kitchen that the “kitchen table” could seat, say, 12 people. And all would be well.
My luxurious kitchen would also have a small (and I do mean small) eating table for just one or two people, for midnight snacks, and quick meals.
I would also have ample natural light. I saw an idea years ago where there were windows between the top of the counter-top and the bottom of the cabinets. I REALLY liked that! I could see it even in the northern climates. Very good light. WOW. It was probably in Sunset Magazine.
I hate soffits. I know they serve a purpose, sometimes, but I hate them nonethesless. They cost money to construct and they take up otherwise valuable space. So, my luxurious kitchen would NOT have any soffits.
I would have a huge hanging pan hangar. I like to see my beautiful pans. I want light around that, too, so perhaps a combination chandelier and pan hangar. Hmmmm.
Freezer. We currently have a wonderful upright freezer. I love it. I would, however, like to have it INSIDE my luxurious kitchen, instead of out in the garage. I mean, it really would be helpful to have it inside. It may even reduce the annual costs of running the freezer. Who knows?
All the lower cabinets would have sliding drawers in them, to assist in the ready access to the contenct of the cabinets.
I would also like to have a butler’s pantry. The kind where extra dishes, linens, serving dishes, and appliances are kept. That pantry would have a small sink in it for some reason. I cannot think of one right now, but I know it would be good to have a sink in there.
Two sinks. We have two of them right now. That is good, but they are shallow single sinks. I want DEEP sinks. I also would like one of the sinks to serve as the “wash your hands” before coming into the kitchen sink. I saw one of those in a kosher kitchen. Wonderful idea.
Books: The books could be in the butler’s pantry. I really do not need to see them all the time. Actually, I am growing to prefer not seeing anything except the clean and dry flat surfaces. Well, with a vase of flowers or a bowl of fruit on the counters. I have always wanted to “see” those things that I own, but that is changing. With the exception of my desk, I don’t want much “clutter” at all, and thus my luxurious kitchen would hold everything behind doors.
This kitchen would have a minimum of 24 running feet of countertop (matches that in Bucyrus home). It would, of course, have all the lower cabinets associated with that much counter top.
There would be a see-though fireplace in this kitchen if it adjoins a room that is not largely open to the kitchen.
All windows would be l they are not under the cabinet), and would reach the top of the nine-foot walls. This kitchen would have an eight foot long island. It would have either granite or concrete counters.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I spent 20 or more hours over the weekend preparing for the permanent custody trial that will occur on Friday. As a result, I overate yesterday, although I stayed within calorie range.
Mostly, it was mindless eating that occurred while reading caseworker activity log (247 pages) and writing the barebones timeline for the case.
The culprit: potato chips. I rarely crave sweet things. My soft spot is salty things.
Anyway, all was OK, except that I had so many calories with potato chips that there was not room for a decent meal, calories wise.
Monday, February 18, 2013
I did my homework in my bedroom. Always. Never in the pubic areas of the house. Except, of course, reading, which I did everywhere, except at the dinner table. I worked hard, starting in elementary school, to have NO homework to take home, but that effort largely failed by eighth grade. We had papers to research and write (on typewriters). We had pages and pages of math to complete. We had many chapters to read and answer questions in history, science, and whatever.
Back to my homework space. I had, in elementary and junior high, an interesting set-up. It was a corner set, with the desk in the corner, with a huge work surface, the clothing drawers to the right of the desk, along the wall, and some storage drawers on the left of the desk, along the wall. The desk and drawers were made of some lightweight colored wood, and those drawers held nearly all of my belongings, except for the hanging clothes and my piano, and my bed. Really cool. Anyway, I faced the corner as I worked. That was not terribly comfortable for me. It brought back visions of being stuck in the corner for transgressions. However, I had my small fish tank on the desk, with my guppies and neon tetras. I had a drawer under the desk for my pencils, sharpener, hole punch, stapler, etc.
Later, in high school, my parents bought me an antique desk. It did not have a huge surface, but it was very pretty, solid, and I used it until I gave it to my eldest daughter four years ago. It had a drawer that was larger than the one on my original desk. I think the real difference is that my “new” one for high school was antique, made of cherry, solid, and had some history to it. The first desk was “new”, had no real solidity to it, although I know that I made good use of it. The high school desk felt like a writer’s desk. I had a hard time opening my textbooks on it, so I positioned the desk next to my bed. The bed provided a huge surface for laying books and papers on. I still have the habit of using my bed as a huge workspace. I never did store my papers/books on the bed. It was a strictly temporary surface.
I loved doing my homework at that second desk. I was not forced to face the corner, for one. Second, I did not get distracted by my lovely fish. After the other desk left the house, I had a small table with two drawers (I still have that table) for my fish tank. Today, that table is between a reclining rocker and the fireplace in our family room. It has a table lamp on it and the TV remotes stored in the drawers. It is made of walnut, and its pieces are joined by square nails.
I used that second desk for college (last three years), and for general writing purposes and storage of office supply purposes until I purchased my cherry desk that has seven drawers. I purchased that desk at an office supply place in Pasadena, California, for $200. It was an antique and the prior owner had been an architect, or so I think, because of the writings embedded in the finish on the desk! That desk is in our library, and serves us by keeping extra office supplies, old membership cards and photos, and our collection of pens and pencils.
I have been blessed with good writing surfaces for nearly my entire life. I now have a beautiful large oak desk that more than minimally serves my needs for study, reading, writing, and general enjoyment of life. That desk overlooks the family room sofa and allows me to do work/planning while watching football games!
I am now on the hunt for a tall desk, a breakfront, or something like it, to store our gift wrapping materials. I want to see the beautiful grosgrain ribbons, instead of storing them in a cardboard box. I know this is somewhat exotic – to use a desk that used to house books on its shelves, to store ribbons. But I have priced “new” gift wrapping storage/use systems , and WOW!!! SO expensive! Shoot, I can get a great upright desk system, antique, for somewhere between $180 and $800, depending on the quality, and where I go to look for one. Walnut, cherry, oak. I do not care, well, I probably will not chose maple. It would be a lovely addition to our furniture, and serve a cool purpose: visual peek at our pretty gift wrapping ribbons. So, I am on the hunt for said piece of furniture. One more useful container!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Aw, yes. Seventh Grade. A crushing, embarrassing, difficult year for most folks.
Even though I was fairly protected from the usual female/female nonsense of that year, I still did care what people thought. At that time, skinny girls were wearing their skirts about seven inches above their knees, whether or not they could “get away with it.” Either my mom, or I, sewed my clothes. I loved my clothes. I felt so good in them (Thanks, Mom!).
But the skirts met the middle of my knee cap! Geeze! That would not do. I was unpopular because I was sort of smart, and ran around with guys on the track team. I also, along with most of the kids that I knew, took my schoolbooks home at night to complete homework, or read for the next day’s class.
So, I got a great idea: if I could only make my clothes more “hip”, then maybe, just maybe, I would not be corned in the halls and be labeled a “narc”. So, one week, I got to school, rolled up my skirt waistband once, twice, or even three times. Each roll lifed the hem of my skirt about ¾ inch or more.
That helped a lot. That is, until the fourth day of this behavior. The vice-principle of the school beckoned me to him during a break. I went over to him, and he chastised me for my short skirt. WHAT?? Everybody else (well, some others, really), were wearing nothing but high hems. Some of those girls could not sit down unless they had some guy’s sweater to lay over their knees. Maybe that was the purpose. Hmmmm.
I was told that (1) the vice principle knew that my mother would not allow me out of the house with a skirt that short, and(2) it did not matter what other girls did, I was an EXAMPLE for everyone else, and (3) had the superior responsibility to live up to the standards of my family and community. I was given a choice: either unroll my waistband or go home and get a longer skirt on. Oh, and explain THAT to mom. NOT.
So, I unrolled my waistband and muttered (internally) about the injustice.
From these things, I learned that a little rebellion is a good thing. But for me, personally, that rebellion should be quiet, not visible to the ordinary soul, and serve a better purpose than mere popularity.
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