It was a fine night.
I asked my husband out on a date this past Saturday. I was flattered when he said yes. We lined up a babysitter. I put on lipstick and he did not wear dusty work boots. We exchanged our worries and a huge pile of laundry for a night of cocktails and easy conversation with old friends at the Broken Shaker in Miami Beach. Our curfew was 12:30 a.m. We had a chill night in that moonlit courtyard, and even though my hot date fell asleep on the way to our crib (a 4-hour escapade can update anyone’s Beach vernacular), I drove home in a soft afterglow. We arrived punctually. It was 12:30 a.m.
We silently opened our front door. I stubbed my toe on an errant piece of luggage I know I haven’t moved since last December. We crept in past a swifter, a broom and a vacuum cleaner someone used to support several comforters in a makeshift roof. Beneath said roof huddled three drowsy fools beside a sleeping babysitter. Our living room had transformed into a tent city. A complex but collapsible city. The architect, the entertainer, and the barrister used just about every piece of linen, every chair, and every pillow I treasure to erect this so-called masterpiece. Their beds were stripped bare of pillows and sheets. It was a scene out of Animal House minus the toga.
A trail of brownies littered the floor and stuck to the walls. We circumvented couch pillows and a step-ladder to get to our room. On Blas’ nightstand, a brownie and a glass of milk. A warm welcome home. Tired, we went to bed. Their hushed voices lulled me to sleep.
It was a fine night.
A few days ago I left Maya and Ryder alone downstairs watching cartoons as I showered. Maya, who as of late, has developed a penchant for building tables, food trays, and drum sets out of cardboard, duct tape, and string stated she was going to build a chair for her little brother.
Ten minutes later Ryder storms into my shower and incoherently states his sister won’t share her tools with him. “What tools?” I asked as I walked down the stairs. I then found Maya hacking away at a 2×4 piece of wood she had stashed during the balance beam project. I came upon her as she stood, legs apart, the cleaver raised above her head, ready to take aim at the wood on my coffee table. I quickly retrieved what can only be described as the MOST DANGEROUS KITCHEN UTENSIL and hysterically explained to them the danger of the cleaver. And that is when I noticed a variety of knives, hammers and scissors on the tables. She had first attempted to cut the wood with scissors and knives before taking out the cleaver to complete the task.
I calmed down and issued a directive (I am incredibly talented at issuing proclamations) that no construction projects are allowed unless an adult is present.
Mostly, I am relieved my coffee table is unharmed. Well, and that the kids are ok, of course.
I’m still reeling from the shock. We believe she fancies herself an apprentice on Extreme Home Makeover.
October 19, 2010
As of late, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to my book storage situation. Our garage has several stacked bins, filled with books I’ve read (and swiped from my 4girls!) and collected over the years. It drives me crazy that I don’t have them properly set in bookcases. My husband found an alternate and questionable purpose for the bookcases we have and as such, I’ve been stuck without proper storage for some time.
Here are some of the bookcases that struck my fancy:
The Equation bookshelf by Marcos Breder is interesting but doesn’t fit our needs or design style.
The Magnetique Shelf by Nils Holger Moormann is a sheet of steel that is mounted on a wall, vertically or horizontally. The boxes attach to the sheet via a magnet. Definitely a conversation starter, suitable for a few books, but not for a large collection.
The Sticklebook is visually interesting as it appears the books are suspended on the wall. The books attach to an aluminum strip with brackets which secure the books. I wonder if those brackets can rip book jackets and whether the books are easily accessible with this system. Regardless, it is a neat way to display books on a wall.
This bookshelf design works best with the number of books I have. The only drawback is that I can’t store my knickknacks along with my titles. When I see this system I think of wine and book storage combined. Sounds heavenly!
In my alternative life as a post-modernist, these bookshelves would look fantastic in my chic loft. These are part of the Human Furniture collection.
March 3, 2010