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The House of Sock

It is hard to believe that 3 months have passed since my girls and I moved into our new home.  It has been an extreme amount of work, and worth every single bit of energy.  I never imagined how healing a fresh start would be.  Even now, amid chaos and stress, I walk in the door and feel peace, joy, and gratitude for such a blessing.  There is not a day that goes by that I do not send up a word of thanks for the space we share together.

We are amid a spring blizzard here today, safely nestled into Chez Sock,  and I thought I would take a bit of the lazy day and show you just some of what I’ve been up to in making the house into our home….

Project number one involved filling holes in the walls.  You know those plastic anchor thingies that people put in plaster walls to make sure screws stay in place?  They were EVERYWHERE.  This was not a small job.  I think they shot them into every wall with some kind of plastic anchor machine gun.  Seriously.  My walls looked like this up close (click pictures for more detail)…


There was hardly a wall in the house that did not require extensive hole filling, priming, and painting to repair.  So, our living space went from this:


To this:


To this:


There was even a Christmas tree in that space by Christmas Eve. 🙂

You will notice in picture 2 that the kitchen island was not in stellar shape either.  Let’s take a closer look…

no cereal allowed

From another angle, it looked like this:


So, with a little ingenuity (also known as stealing ideas finding inspiration from Pinterest), I got two shelf brackets, refastened the finishing boards, and voila!… a cereal safe island 🙂


And this is the entry transformation:

before-after entryAnd you know what one of my favourite spaces in the entire house is?  *My* space…


It’s tiny, but it has everything I need.  If you count a ceiling fan that seems big enough to make the entire house airborne, it even has a few things I don’t need.  At the end of the day, I snuggle in, pretend I’m in a luxurious hotel, begrudge housekeeping for forgetting the chocolate on my pillow, and drift off to peaceful slumber.  In the morning I wake up grateful, still surprised at how blessed I am.

There are projects that still await… if spring should ever arrive in the Maritimes I look forward to seeing what, if any, garden exists.   There are exterior projects and interior final touches, and probably a multitude of maintenance things to do.  Some I look forward to, some less so.  Each, however, is part of this great new life.

Thanks for stopping by 🙂




I have been gone from this blog for some time, I realize, and there may be nobody here any more.  But I these past two years have not been the easiest, and while a small amount of reflection has made its way here, I have ventured to keep my blog contents relatively light-hearted.  Thus, the silence here lately.

But now, with something so momentous to look forward to, my heart is lighter.  And I finally feel like I am starting over by choice.  And here is where I will do it…


Tomorrow my girls and I take possession of our new home.  It has been a long time coming.  It needs some work, but we will make it ours bit by bit.  We are all looking forward to creating our space there… a new beginning.  I will share the transformation, both within the home and within my heart.

The sun’ll come out
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!
— from Annie

New Year’s Eve 2011

As there was a good portion of 2011 that pretty much kicked my butt… about 80% of the last third of it immediately comes to mind… I had pretty much anticipated that I would greet this evening with a “whoohoo, don’t let the door hit you on the way out” kind of attitude.

What I am finding, however, is that I’m not feeling particularly celebratory or reflective.  I’m just kind of sipping wine and marking time.  I briefly considered the 10 sectors of my life and realized I pretty much tanked in all of them… physically, spiritually, financially, socially, etc., etc…. all pretty much need vast improvement.  And I’ve failed dismally at blogging this year.  It would seem I am ripe for some serious resolutions and goals here.

But this evening, I am content to just be.  I will try.  I know it’s important to think about these things.  But I don’t think I need the pressure of another holiday to come up with them.

And perhaps that is the start of doing 2012 on my terms.

Happy New Year, everyone.  May it hold much happiness and peace for each of you.  And with any luck at all, for me too.

Dear Santa

I have been a good girl all year.  I realize it’s getting kind of late to send my letter, but I was thinking if your elves happen to be ahead of schedule, or if you were feeling a bit drunk and forgot that you don’t actually bring presents to adults, maybe you could toss a few wee things in your sleigh for me?

I hesitate to ask for this, but I was thinking that my own elf might be kind of handy.  Theoretically they can fix things, keep a clean house, and make a mean hot chocolate.  Who would not want one of those?  So, if you are finding your naughty list is particularly long (and I suspect that it is) and you can cut back on your staff a bit, please bring me an elf (but not one a creepy one that jingles, is old and cranky, has hair growing out their ears, and smells like pee… I’d like a cheery, quiet, sweet smelling, elf interested in honing their domestic skills).

Now, I realize that you are not magic outside the seeing everything, time travelling, flying reindeer, fitting down chimney thing… but I have no doubt that anyone who is responsible for the manufacture of so many toys could also come up with a real working magic wand.  We could probably save a big long list here if you could actually just send me one of those.  I think it would be in both our best interests if you did so.  I could just fix what needs fixing, paint what need painting, mend what needs mending, and we could call it a day.  I would promise not to use it for mischief.  Very often.

So, yes… I realize it is late in the season, and you probably are in the midst of preparations, so I’ll just leave it at that.  I will leave cookies.


Sock Girl

Then there were three

I had great intentions to revitalize this blog with NaBloPoMo, posting each and every day in November.  The challenge, I thought, would be just the thing to get me back in the practice of daily writing my thoughts here.  But new challenges arose instead.

As fortunes would have it, the evening of November 1st would not be spent at the keyboard.  It was spent shaking up my life reorganizing my sock drawer.  There are fewer socks now here in Sockville.

I have no crystal ball to see what the future might hold, but I am hopeful that when all the dust settles and everyone gets their bearings in this new way of living, that everything will be alright, no matter what household format that might be.  Because truly I hold no ill will towards the man I shared more than 20 years with.  I just seem to have just figured out where my line in the sand was actually located.

So, my apologies for the immediate NaBloPoMo failure, and general lapse in communication for a while.  I have no doubt the future will be filled with many a contemplative post as I map this new path.  It is my sincere hope that there is still someone out here to share it with.

Looking Up#2 – Strike the Pose

You may recall that May’s NaBloPoMo theme is about looking up… so if I may direct your attention momentarily way, way, way up… to more divine subject matters…

Tomorrow, my dear Dolittle is making her Confirmation.  To prepare for this event, each of the young adults being confirmed had to attend confession.  On Saturday, I took Dolittle to the church to complete this step in her preparations.  I am still giggling about the conversation on the way home:

Dolittle: The priest has an accent.  He was kind of hard to understand sometimes.


Dolittle: But I’m guessing you’re not supposed to high-five the priest.

Me: Ummm.. No.

Dolittle: Because he was there with his eyes closed and his hand up in the air, and he was mumbling something I couldn’t understand, so I thought maybe he wanted a high-five.


Dolittle: And I gave him one.

Me: You high-fived the priest in confession?

Dolittle: Yep.

Me: What did he do?

Dolittle: He just opened his eyes, and I said, ‘Sorry, Man!”  Then he started to laugh.

I have no idea what they talked about, but I think it may have been a confession neither she nor the priest will forget for a while! 🙂


I cannot recall now how I found them.  The internet has evolved into a much more search-friendly place now.  But I was pregnant for the first time, and I had found a list of women who were all expecting babies in August 1996, and I decided to join the conversation.  And my life was forever changed.

Those August 1996 babies are 13 now.  The topics have changed with the ages of our kids and as life events have unfolded.  Many of us remain together, connected by our computers. And our hearts.  We have been there for each other in the face of both joy and horrible tragedy.  It is truly a pool of love, support, friendship and vast parenting savvy, and I am so very privileged to be among their company.

Tonight we are one fewer in number.  Cancer, that vicious and insidious disease, has taken our beautiful Jane.

I don’t know if it was as fast for her as it seemed for us.  She never once moaned about her condition.  She never once posted of self-pity.  She was a model of grace and acceptance, from the day she told us of her illness, to her recent last posts on searching for a hospice.  She mentioned to us that she only had weeks left to live.  And only a few days later, she was gone.  My heart simply aches for her family.

Life is a frail and delicate thing.  Embrace the joy that comes your way.  Share your heart.  And hug your kids.

Good-bye sweet Jane.  And thank you for sharing the last 14 years with us.  I truly hope you knew that our lives are richer for having known you.  We will miss you and love you always.  xo

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