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August 30, 2013


May I confess something to you? I can, right? I mean, it’s probably no big revelation if you’ve spent ANY time around here, but, still, it has to be said –

I am not patient.


Know what else? I really have no interest in improving that little character flaw, as some may see it, and, yet, here I am, having to be patient in regards to the house. It’s creating some really super fun anxiety that is playing out creatively on some Pinterest boards, but, really, I do not enjoy this part.

image by debi treloar

image by debi treloar

But, you know what? There is poetry in struggle, and today that hit me in a most interesting way.

There is an interesting juxtaposition happening between this house and the time of year all of this is beginning. You see, as I mentioned previously, next week starts High Holidays, a season of reflection and repentance for we jews. Roughly the next month, the renovation on the house will begin, so we are knee deep in scope and bids and budgets.

The first thing that has to happen is that the foundation needs to be repaired. The house is literally falling in on itself. The base that it was built on is worn out, it’s footing shaky, broken and a victim of it’s own ground support shifting.

 image via House Beautiful designer Christopher Maya

image via House Beautiful designer Christopher Maya

G-d, you’ve got an artistic way of drawing parallels.

Not only does the foundation have to be repaired, but the house then needs to settle in for a period of time. Level out – find it’s point of balance again.

I’m thinking G-d is not always subtle.


This season forces you to take a look at yourself in ways that are uncomfortable. It shows you the shift in your foundation, the resulting cracks in your walls. It points out the sledgehammer you took to someone else’s haven or trust.

It asks you to take action full of great intent to repair those things.

image via Jimmy Stanton of Stanton Home Furnishings

image via Jimmy Stanton of Stanton Home Furnishings

I was impatient and frustrated that we can’t really “get started” for months. I’ve come to realize the real work isn’t in the fabrics or the finishes or the collections or the colors. It isn’t pretty or easy or clean. The real work is rebuilding a foundation that will serve the house well – that will serve me well – and only then can the fun work begin and ever be beautiful and whimsical.

It’s time to do the real work.

Wishing everyone a terrific, and hopefully relaxing Labor Day weekend with friends or family — we’ll see you back here next week for more hijinks. Be safe, you guys —

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