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April 27, 2012 at 8:16 am by Claudia

A look at the sky as I walked home the other evening. That’s the Capital Dome off to the left. I love moody skies – that’s what I call them. Clouds swirling, light peeking through, ever-changing; a reminder of the vastness beyond our little world. It helps to get me ‘right-sized.’ It’s so easy to get so wrapped up in the minutia of my life, forgetting that there is a world out there beyond my little world.

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on…”
 Prospero, The Tempest
I have some friends that I’ve known since my very young years. I’ve known Debbie since we were in kindergarden. We grew up about a block and a half from each other and spent countless hours together- playing, riding bikes, studying. Her mom was our Girl Scout Troupe Leader. I knew every inch of her house and she knew every inch of mine. When we were in high school, Debbie’s mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Eventually, decades later, it would come back and take her life.
Debbie has 2 sisters. Her older sister, Karen, fought cancer for many years and died last year. Debbie has been waging her own battle with this dreadful disease for over 7 years. I just received an update from her Care Pages site. After being in remission for a few years, it has come back. It’s the same cancer (non-Hodgkins Lymphoma) that took my brother’s life. All this as she is preparing to welcome her second grandchild. And as is always the case with Debbie, she is more concerned for her pregnant daughter than she is for herself.
There is a tie, a link, that binds us to everyone we have ever met. Debbie and I grew up together and were shaped by many of the same influences. I feel this cord that connects us stretching across the miles to Michigan, where she lives. She is so brave, so full of grace, despite what she is facing. I cannot get her out of my mind and that’s a good thing.
If you have a moment, please send some healing thoughts Debbie’s way. Surely our thoughts, our energy, focused and directed to one in need have a power we cannot even begin to comprehend.
Have a wonderful Friday.

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Living Spaces: a Reality Check

April 24, 2012 at 8:17 am by Claudia

I was chatting the other day with an aerialist/dancer who is performing in The Tempest. He and his beloved bought an apartment in NYC last year and paid over $300,000 for a one bedroom space in Manhattan. That’s actually a really good deal. What is considered a large or small amount of space is relative depending on where you live. We both remarked on what you can get for the same amount of money in other parts of the country. That $300,000 would buy a huge house elsewhere. And then we laughed about all those young people (where do they come from?) on House Hunters who insist on a granite countertops or stainless steel appliances or who frown and say that a walk-in closet is “just too small.” What planet do they live on? (And why do they feel so entitled? That’s a whole other conversation.)

I saw some beautiful kitchens featured on a blog recently. They were lovely, but they were all huge, with lots of cupboards, drawers, a pantry, new appliances, beautiful range hoods, massive kitchen islands. I often see large, spacious beautifully decorated living rooms as I travel throughout blogland. I see big entrances, large foyers, big family rooms, huge master bedrooms with baths and seating areas and fireplaces. It’s all too easy to believe that must be the way most people live. At least most people in our blogging world or on HGTV.

That is not my reality.

This, my cottage that I love so dearly, is my reality. When I shoot it from this angle it looks bigger than it is. But a lot of what you see is porch. In truth, we have a small living room, a den, a kitchen, and two small bedrooms upstairs, one full bath downstairs, one tiny half bath upstairs. And a hallway that has been turned into my workspace. My husband and I share a small closet. And let me tell you right now, it is not a walk-in closet. It’s not even a moderately wide closet. All of our clothes are jammed into a space that in reality is not large enough for one person.

I’ve written quite a bit about living in a small space, in the Small House Series and in my most popular post ever: My Rules for Living Comfortably in a Small Space. Would I like more room? Yes. But not a lot more. My wishes are modest. Truth be told, if we stayed here and never built an addition (a dream of ours) we’d be just fine.

I have to believe that most of us are living in more modest dwellings. Certainly, all the comments we got during the Small House series seemed to attest to that. Most of us cope with cupboards that don’t always shut tightly, closets that are too small, lack of storage space, tiny bedrooms, and a whole host of other challenges. We don’t, especially in these tough economic times, have the budget to redo our kitchens or buy new appliances that all match or get our furniture reupholstered. We live in a less-than-perfect space and we are just fine.

Why am I writing this? Because I think it’s always a good thing to have a reality check. And because seeing all these pretty pictures in blogland of big, beautiful spaces and homes might make one think that most people live this way. And watching House Hunters might make one believe that having anything less than a huge walk-in closet and stainless steel appliances is simply not done.

Not hardly. Don’t believe it for a second.

Have a great Tuesday.

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I Get Overwhelmed

April 17, 2012 at 7:40 am by Claudia

I get overwhelmed sometimes.

I get overwhelmed by the amount of things to be done around here. This is intensified by the fact that I am only home for 48 hours.

I get overwhelmed by the feelings that come when facing the sad, yet inevitable fact that my parents are fading quickly.

I get overwhelmed by all the things we need (and none of them are frivolous) and the fact that we, like so many others, are struggling financially.

I get overwhelmed by lack of sleep. Oh, for a good night’s sleep. And a better mattress. See above.

I get overwhelmed by the sadness and pain and loss so many are suffering. And by a climate in our country which seems to be void of compassion.

I get overwhelmed by blogging. Posting every day can be challenging. Is my content interesting enough? My stats (which I try not to pay too much attention to) are down. Commenting is down. But, in all honesty, I have been sadly lacking in commenting skills of late. You reap what you sow.

I get overwhelmed by competition in the blogging world and the pressure to post fresh content. Who has the neatest project? Who has the most followers? Who has been published? How many times have they been published? Who takes the prettiest pictures? When that happens, I need to pull away for a while.

I get overwhelmed by photos that are staged and pretty vignettes at every turn. They look beautiful, absolutely, and I have staged my fair share of photos. But I look around my house, which I love, and think: I simply cannot stage another vignette, nor do I have the space for one. My current vignettes: clutter on the kitchen table, two dogs on the carpet in the den, stuff everywhere that I don’t have time to deal with before I leave for Hartford this morning. I know everyone loves pretty pictures but I’m craving ‘real’ these days. I’m rather tired of everything else.

I get overwhelmed by the need to balance being with my family and working in a profession where work, when it finally comes, often takes me away from them.

I get overwhelmed by fear. On a big and small level. Let’s face it. Fear is fear and when it takes over, it’s hard to get it under control. But controlled it must be, because any decision based on fear is a bad one.

I get overwhelmed. But I know that my reactions to everything I’ve just mentioned are totally up to me. This is how I feel now. But a change in perspective, in attitude, can turn it all around. And there is so much I am thankful for.

Just felt the need to share what I’ve been feeling lately. I strive for honesty in life and in this blog.

Thanks for listening. I’m off to Hartford.

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