posted by K | filed under Bathrooms | 1 Comment

The other night my friend Deirdre was rhapsodizing about the therapeutic qualities of white primer - how it means the messy, unpleasant part of the job (the sanding and scraping and hole-filling) is over.
Also, I added, it covers up a multitude of sins and creates a bright, blank canvas (and if I could’ve thought […]

posted by K | filed under Ooh, Pretty!, Shopping Disease, Reflection | 16 Comments

I’ve decided to become a hat person. I’ve always wanted to be a hat person, always felt like a hat person, always admired the fashions of bygone eras when hats were not only popular but necessary accessories.
But around here, the only type of hat worn with any regularity is an Alabama baseball cap. Just […]

posted by K | filed under Bathrooms | 13 Comments

I don’t ask for much in life - just a roof over my head, a car that runs, at least one pair of red shoes, fancy bakery cake once a year, my way in everything, the love of a good man (and dog and cats) … and last but not least, a leisurely hot […]

posted by K | filed under Bathrooms | 4 Comments

This is my attempt to be cheerful. I’ve had a run of depressing and/or dramatic posts lately, and however legitimate the drama, I think I’ve lost myself a little in all the stress.
So I’m reintroducing myself to you all. Here I am during an afternoon of sanding the bathroom ceiling drywall this Saturday, before […]

posted by K | filed under Family & Friends, Misfortune | 2 Comments

Early Sunday morning, we got one of those phone calls you hope you never receive. The telephone rang at midnight, and in our pitch-black bedroom, Darwin fumbled to retrieve the heavy receiver from the cradle.
“It’s for you,” he said.
I was still half-asleep when he handed it to me, but already my mind […]