I have a tendency to fixate all of my energy on things and lose focus of all else. Tunnel vision. I recently decided that we would sell our current home; and, after many discussions with my husband, he agreed that it was something we should absolutely shoot for – soon, not today, not tomorrow, but soon.
I jumped on his words, taking them to the extreme, and drove him all the way down to as many open houses in my OKC neighborhood of choice. Enter mistake: real-estate impropriety number one – never look at houses until you are able to purchase; in other words, put current home on market, get a contract, then go-a-hunting. If one falls in love with a place and cannot yet get it? Formula for heartbreak.
We met with a real estate agent last night; the very agent that is currently listing the home I decided that I had to have. We were going to list our own casa and put a contingency offer on the prospective abode through him. I had some reservations going into our meeting last night. For one, I have always known that before I sell my house, I will have to neutralize the color palette that coats my walls in bright hues – not everyone wants a pink living room, I do realize. I also had the nagging feeling that I would need to fatten my pocket with a bit more cash before we could pick up and go to my dream hood, live in my sweet little bungalow.
All these reservations aside, I wanted to hear from the real estate agent – see how much we could list our current home for, crunch some numbers with him by my side. (I had already completed a thorough number crunching: already having done calculations for closing, agent fees, down payment, etc. I speculated just the magic number I needed and knew the realistic total I could list my home for after analyzing our neighborhood market; but again, I needed to hear it from someone else).
An hour later, I heard what I already knew. And mister agent man left with the agreement to reconvene in the spring, when the market was ripe again with possibility and our pockets were a little chubbier with some dinero. Mateo knew I was crushed; and while he too was disappointed, he is better at taking things as they come and realizing there is a reason for everything. Tears ensued. I had myself a good cry and had a good chat with the my mister, who is good about getting my feet back on he ground and calming me. We set some goals, made some plans – those two things help me the most because I am so visionary. We know what we want and have an approximate timeline. My evening presented a hiccup, a little bump in the road. It was a little shoulder tap telling me to chill and relax, reminding me that I am not in control. I was rocked because there is nothing more sobering than the universe punching me with the power of cliches – over used they are, but only for a reason because my life seems to speak them.
So today is a new day and I am going to spend it right, enjoy what I have, and stop obsessing so much over the future. Little gal and I are headed out for some play time at the splash park and I will watch her run in and out water spouts, while she giggles and screams – the truly good stuff in life. I am going to forget about magic numbers and wishes for a while, and let things work out as they will. And I am going to spend lots of time listening to Melanie Pain because she makes me feel happy. …I will keep looking for my name, sing in the morning, sing in the evening, walk through the mountains, walk through the desert.
Here she is live – Melanie Pain, My Name:
I bet hubs could find this vinyl for me to cheer me up even more?
I can hardly keep my camera away from Lucia; she gets her hands on everyday it and goes to town. She captures a little bit of everything from an entirely different angle, which is always fun to see. Not only do I find it endearing, but I think I might have a little artist on my hands. Here is a viewing of her latest work:
This weekend was packed: from Plaza Live on Friday; to a Saturday with a sweet baby shower, a bit of basketball, an old friend in town and filling up on sushi; to Sunday with a trip to Ponca City and back. I feel too tired for it to be Monday! But it is going to be a good day… here is some Jack White to prove it:
Last night we took our Chee swimming at the neighbor’s pool and she was alive with enthusiasm. She and her daddy played “Ariel and King Tritan” for as long as the day would allow, while I observed their game and kicked my feet on the steps of the bright blue lagoon.
Despite our attempts to wear out our little one, she put up her usual fight at bed time. Every night I lay next to her and ignore her hundreds of attempts to strike up conversation. She chats away and asks me questions, I refuse her game most of the time, until something like the following comes up and I cannot deny her a response:
“Mom, I need you to tell me something.”
“Mom, does college mean that you put stuff in the attic?”
Giggles from me.
“I suppose it does Lucia, but you have many more summers before you have to worry about that.
When I married Matt a little over seven years ago, he had a bewilderingly large cd collection, being the avid music lover that he is. Eventually, over the years, he has progressed further and further away from his outdated love of cds, though many still stack the shelves of our man cave. Now he piles the iPod with mixes from his hard drive that is loaded with hundreds — perhaps thousands — of tunes. Ah! Finally, I thought, we would start to free up room in our ever-shrinking home — my husband is going electronic with his music collection.
And then the lust for vinyl began. I used to say things like, “Do not get too excited about record albums, we do not have room for them….” Or, “Matt, seriously, this is going to be an expensive hobby.”
And then his mom bought him a record player and he would purchase a new album here and there. As he began to play the records for me, I began to quietly listen and hear what he heard. Authenticity was it? Scratchy sound waves in their purest form? A hint of nostalgia? What was it about listening to vinyl that made the music experience so much better than hearing an iPod or playing a cd?
I caught the bug.
Our Chee caught the bug. Asking to accompany Matt to the record store every Saturday; and always asking to listen to vinyl when daddy gets home from work. Her number one request, “The Lips, Daddy, please?”
Enter dilema. Where to store the vinyl? I have given Matt an odd shelf here and there, cleared a space atop our living room desk for him to place his gigantic crate filled to the brim with wax treasures. But, alas, he continues to buy and our storage continues to shrink.
What is a girl to do? Shop on the internet for awesome vinyl storage, of course! Here is a collection of my finds, in case you too are suffering from a wax overload. I must admit, I have found my hunt somewhat limited and wish there were more options out there. Some of my finds are far too expensive to satiate our budget, and then others seem too flimsy to securely rest Matt’s growing collection.
1) Probably my favorite piece because it is a bit industrial and could chill out the chintzy vibe of my living room with its rough edges: LP Storage by Boltz.
2) Custom Pieces by Tony’s Woodshop, which I am also a fan because I like the raw bones of wood shelves and like the idea of having a piece custom built: LP Storage by Tony.
3) The most amazing piece that I have found is by Atocha Design, but it unfortunately does not fit within my budget. The wood is beautiful, the storage neat and organized, and is set up perfectly to strum through your collection drawer by drawer. Oh, my! Read this description by Atocha, it kinda makes me want to make out with the piece of furniture. (Matt, inanimate objects will never win my love over you.)
4) The Ikea Expedit shelving system offers a very clever and affordable storage solution. I think it would also look rather sleek and would be a definite space saver. Plus, if you are like me, you might like the open storage system so you can admire your collection. There is a very clear youtube video that explains how to set up the Expedit shelf for vinyl storage, and offers suggestions on how to use the various sizes.
5) And at the risk of sounding oh-so-cliche, my last, but certainly not least find is from the tried and true, Urban Outfitters. There storage is not large enough to accomodate Matt’s growing collection, but they have some awesome vintage-throw back pieces! My favorite is this rolling cart made from repurposed wood: Go, Urban.
Please me know if you have any clever vinyl solutions, or if you too are a collector because we should be friends.
I had an amazing, over-the-top, spoiled rotten, thirty-first birthday weekend in New York City. Sasha, her brother and I all hit the pavement hard and crammed oh-so-much into three days, three nights: eating well, drinking well, dancing, laughing and more. While frolicking about, I often caught myself daydreaming about life with Lucia & Matt in the big town. Dreams, dreams, dreams.
I will be back with more from my trip soon, but before then, I have a baby to catch up with because she and mama missed each other dearly, laundry to do, and perhaps I will even wash my hair today – perhaps. Until then, some music for your Monday: Los Campesinos, a British indie pop band with – in my mind – a very punky sound, whom we saw while spending an evening at Brooklyn Bowl.
I enjoy listening to Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros more than I enjoy eating fresh baked bread with butter, which my darlings, is a huge statement. Home, home is wherever I’m with you, Matthew Gray. Home, home is how I feel when this song plays. Home is where I can hold Matt’s hand, stare at my pink walls and watch Lucia build huge block towers. Home is where our dog, if she tries to run across the concrete floor too quickly, loses her footing and looks like she might never make it to the other side. Home is where this song can be playing, and within a second of each other, my husband and I proclaim that the tune reminds us of Johnny Cash. Home is where I proceed to tell him that I love the folk-like narrative quality and the mix of dialogue. Home is where I feel happy and whole. Home is wherever I’m with you.