If we’re lucky enough to have a home during these troubling times, many of us are spending 24/7 quarantining in them. Apparently this has led to an increased desire for snazzy home features.
Apparently, based on reader feedback from a recent column, choosing paint colors is even more torturous for homeowners than even I imagined.
It’s January, which means some of us feel a biological imperative to organize our mass amounts of stuff.
Let’s be honest: 2021 could not have gotten here soon enough. How are you faring during this pandemic? Here’s a test to check the level of your well being.
Many homes look especially appealing this time of year with decorations creating a charming holiday scene. Our house, however, is not in selling form this time of year.
Now that you’ve gotten through your turkey meat induced coma, it’s time to drag out the holiday decorations.
While we’re hunkered down at home, many people are using the time to spruce up the joint, including painting. To start, a color must be selected.
I heard Christmas music in a store recently which made me realize that Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
There was a time oh-so-long-ago – when we use to be able to hug people and see their faces – when I hated going grocery shopping with a passion. But now these occasional forays to the great lands outside the four walls of our protective barrier are one of the highlights of my routine.
It’s fall in Colorado which means it will be winter any day. Yes, we have both flip-flops and snow boots by the front door, but soon it will just be the boots. It’s the time of year to get out the flannel sheets.
It seems many of us have a case of “COVID Closet Syndrome,” yet another byproduct of the pandemic which scientists have not yet been able to explain.
This week marks six months I have been writing this column. Yah, time flies when you’re quarantining during a global pandemic and the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Every week since I started I have received kind e-mails from you readers. Thus I thought I’d take this occasion to answer a few:
Man, what a week it’s been! We went from a record heat wave with smog, ash and un-breathable air from the fires to a 70-degree temperature drop with a foliage-zapping freeze and snow.
For some people, the lack of garage sales during the pandemic has been a loss. Not for me; I’ve had enough for a lifetime.
Man, has it been stressful lately. Here we are heading toward month seven of the pandemic (with all the other related horrible happenings as well), but I think it’s the fires that have put people over the edge, mood wise. It just feels like new disasters are constantly being heaped upon us. What next? We all need to do what we can to relieve stress. For my husband and me this means looking at real estate.
Like most writers, I need a deadline to really get my brain popping and my fingers clicking. Unfortunately, this doesn’t just apply to my work, but my personal life as well.
It’s funny that certain houseplants – and houseplants in general – are now considered in style. Every creative hipster has a few in their well-designed abodes: usually one in a glass orb hanging from the ceiling, a couple of structural succulents on table tops, a fiddle-leaved fig in a corner, and some vine-y plant tacked to a wall, usually behind a bed frame. I love it all!