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It all used to be so easy… if I didn’t want to go, I wouldn’t. If I wanted to go, sometimes I still wouldn’t. I guess that’s the problem with being a pseudo-introvert… That writes a very public account of everything–hypocrisy is SO much fun.

But today is Saturday, so no one is reading this, right? I can just sneak this in and whisper softly… because nothing has changed.

And I’m just using this visual because Sting called me and told me to write about my insecurity issues.

It remains the same.. if I have a meeting, I wait until the very last second thinking about how much I don’t want to go even though it will be painless and probably result in good things… How I am invited to parties and events and asked to be in on important causes… and I don’t participate and/or attend even though I want to and plan on it. How I am rather well connected but refuse to admit it. It isn’t unlike 13 years ago (dear god!) in college when I adopted the mantra of “Just Don’t Go” and would suggest it to friends… like it was THAT easy. You don’t want to go, so don’t. It was all very freeing and simple… Just Don’t Go. I remember thinking it when I was about to walk down the aisle… when I went into labor with Will, when all of the great things that have happened to me occurred… And look at me now.. I am already climbing over the fence… Running away… Hiding under my dining room table… In other words, I just bought my tickets to Blogher 2010, which is in August. And the fact that I just spent actual dollars might be the only thing that pushes me through the door. That and the idea of meeting some of you… FACE TO FACE. EYES TO EYES. So… if you are going… and you happen to glance out windows of the NYC Hilton and you see someone outside pasted up against the glass –  just leave me there and note that I went, but I didn’t at the same time. Let the games begin. 

The consensus that I’m getting is that everyone is a little stressed out. Here is a fine example… and another… I’m feeling it too – as you know.. I wrote about it here, here and here. So, what can we do about it? “The Holidays” are supposed to be fulfilling… fun, cheer, love, presents, bodily warmth that can’t be explained (or is that just me?)… but alas – we all seem to have let LIFE into the scene and that makes for no fun. So.. what are we going to do? All muck about and complain? Well – apparently yes… unless we cancel the holidays… kicking Ol’ Saint Nick off the wagon into an unbridaled downward spiral… breaking things and scaring Rudolf. Poor, poor reindeer. And so, dear friends, I am afraid that there isn’t an answer to solve this holiday thing. It simply is not curable… unless you’re hanging out with me, of course (insert really scary laugh)… There is just nothing that can be done–so keep on keeping on, swearing and spitting on your own floors… just keep in mind that once Jan 2nd arrives, it isn’t over… The Holidays are merciless, and will return with a vengeance next year… if only to ensure vindication.. and the year after that.. and the year…

So… this all being said. Let’s all take a big swig of that bloody Bloody Mary and talk about something really really ground breaking… I HAVE A NEW BATHROOM…

Yep… whirling again.

Unlike most things in my life, I didn’t have the inspiring..”I’ll BLOG about this” thought in my head when we started the REDO – so I don’t have an actual picture of the bizarreness that was our “common” off the TV room bathroom… after a while we just used it as a drying rack. But here is my 2 minute rendering…

I know, but the ART is not for sale.

So.. we never used the shower because we have other showers in our house where the door doesn’t get all caught up in the cabinet doors.. and we rarely touched the toilet because we like to keep our feet on the floor rather than up against the shower glass when doing so. The people that lived in our house before us were of normal size – we’ve heard… so we will never understand how they managed to navigate this room comfortably… but hey, maybe they were into “it”.

Entering the room, this is the first thing that you see… We removed the shower and the tile floor and brought in hard wood to match the rest of the house.. Then we added molding and wainscotting (please note that I use the term “we” loosely.. thank you, Mr. Sal). The paint we had left over from another REDiD, which was great because it seemed silly to buy it for such a small space..

Notice the lovely off-centeredness of myself, the light fixture, mirror and sink.. I’d like to say that we did this intentionally in a tribute metaphor of the likeness of being… but that would be a total lie. I’m not totally sold on this mirror, by the way… I just couldn’t pass up the $49.99 @ Pier One Imports. Light fixture – Pottery Barn Outlet via Riverhead…cheap.

This BEAUT was also purchased at the PBO via Riverhead… a little on the pricey side, but it’s a super heavy piece of furniture, which for some reason – made it attractive. It’s currently being used as a changing table… although the boy is somewhat equal in length, so not for much longer. It is part of the Pottery Barn’s attempt to break into teenager home furnishings… You know, because teens are so into decor.

The TUB (insert angels singing)

If you live in the North East and have not heard of or been to United House Wrecking (UHW) in Stamford, CT… Stop reading this and get in your car and go there right now. My Mom and I found this 4′ bathtub last winter for the bargain price of $600. It was born in 1916 — imagine all the naked bodies that have bathed in its glory. Mr. Sal – who carried it home to Southampton on his back, swindled it for $500. It has feet, so one would assume that it can walk… which is good because it is coming with us everywhere we go for the rest of our lives.

Toilet. Because we had to.

This is a water color print of Portsmouth, New Hampshire where we once reigned supreme. We loved it there… Except for in winter.. when my face would freeze in the most unusual expressions. 

These lovely prints are by L. Young Studio… 

And, of course, the budding family artist… what would a room be without him?

That’s it! New bathroom, homespun greatness – just the perfect imperfections to be called our own… So, come on over if for no other reason than to USE OUR BATHROOM!