While driving around Provy over the past year, I’ve noticed a giant mural downtown:

I drive through downtown much more frequently now that I’ve moved adjacent to it.  On one of my more recent drives, I noticed this image in the bottom left quadrant of that giant mural:

That’s when I realized Providence has its own Shepard Fairey!  This summer, I saw the documentary, Exit Through the Gift Shop, with someone who is way cooler/smarter/edgier/more responsible than I will ever be, and Shepard Fairey was featured in it.  I was already familiar with him because of this beauty:

(No matter what your politics may be, you can appreciate the artistry of it!)  A quick “Shepard Fairey Providence” Google search confirmed my suspicion.

Neato!

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Over two months ago, I moved into a lovely apartment with August.  Y’all know I loved my bungalow, but the maintenance and mortgage were just too much for me.  So late last spring, I signed the lease on a two bedroom, historic charmer on Provy’s hip west side.  My ceilings are ten feet high, I have a gorgeous bay window, a huge walk-in closet, large kitchen and free laundry.  All for under $1000/month.  SWEET.

One of the reasons it’s taken me so long to post (besides workin’ and mommin’) is because I had to furnish my new pad.  See, I had a lot of random things in my bungalow because I had borrowed and stole (shhh…) furnishings from friends and family.  It was finally time to get some more permanent fixtures.  But I’m a girl on a budget with more than a mild obsession with thrift stores.  And thrifting takes time, but after two months, my pad is more or less furnished.  Today, I’ll share my living room.

 

 

This bookcase, specifically the baskets, have saved our lives.  Each basket has a theme: cars, trains, Leggos and miscellaneous (that counts as a theme, right?).  Only one basket out at a time, and we clean up to the Austin Powers theme at the end of every day.  Teaching organization and responsibility while not being surrounded by toys.  Sounds good to me.  Like my painting above my criminally small TV?   I whipped that up one day during nap time.  Not too shabby for thirty minutes of color-mixing.

 

The lighting in this photo is crazy bad (I need some photography lessons), but you can generally get the feel for the whole room and my gorgeous windows!  They are south-facing, so we get lovely sunshine all day.  The door on the left goes out to our main entrance.  Our car is parked out back so we only use that door when we walk to our nearby park and playground.


Quick note about the two navy club chairs in the photo above.  You can see them a little more clearly here.

 

 

Well, they used to be pink.  I don’t mind pink, but the shade was not quite right for me.  So I decided to make them navy.  Reupholstered?  Are you kidding?!  $$$$!  Slipcovered?  My sewing skills are nowhere near adequate for the job.  So I spray painted them with FABRIC spray paint.  Here they are mid-project.  They turned out awesome!  Way better than the electric peach they were before.

 

I also updated the $9 thrift store coffee table.  It was a honey color when I got it (after borrowing my friend’s larger car while she was at work because it wouldn’t fit in my Volvo), but I thought it would look pretty sexy if it was dark.  And I just happened to have a can of dark stain in my old basement.  So dark it went.  And yes, my projects took over parts of our communal driveway for many, many days.  Luckily, the other tenants in my building ride cycles everywhere.  Hipsters.

Here’s the general cost breakdown:

  • sofa-thrift store, $30
  • pillows-my old ones and ones I stole from my parents’ house, free
  • white lamp (lamp shade will be painted soon)-thrift store, $8
  • bookcase next to sofa-Target, $12
  • bookcase and baskets under TV-Ikea, gift
  • coffee table-thrift store, $9
  • table under lamp (going to be painted soon)- thrift store, $14
  • rug-Overstock, birthday present
  • curtains-thrift store, $3
  • Mossimo throw-Target, $35
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  • TOTAL= $101
I love a good deal.  Next, it’ll be the room I finished within the first week of moving in: August’s room!

 

 

 

 

 

When I moved out of my beloved bungalow (but I have a major crush my new apartment!), I knew I’d have to do some things to make it irresistible to future renters/buyers.  I repainted the upstairs hallway and closets (they were in bad shape) and the kitchen wainscoting (also in less-than-ideal shape).  But those projects were boring and pretty straightforward.  The BEST project I tackled was repainting my front door.  Now some people might think this was unnecessary.  But I just couldn’t stop myself after seeing this inspiration image, which I found in a Martha Stewart lookbook at Home Depot.

Navy house with a yellow door?  Yes, please!  So after removing the storm door (don’t worry–it’s in the basement and can be reattached after someone falls for the curb appeal of my little house), sanding and priming my blah blue door, the front of my house went from this (with storm door, so you can’t even see the door’s blue blahness):

To this knockout:

I LOVE it.  We should’ve painted the front door YEARS ago.  There will be more updates for curb appeal: painting the porch and steps (oh–the door was the same color as the porch–blah!) and adding some potted plants.  It’s going to be love-at-first-sight for someone, I hope!

Since I’m moving tomorrow (!!!) and who knows when I’ll be back in cyberland, I’m posting a cute video of August to keep you satiated until I post again.

My friend, Brenda, has a son who’s just six months younger than August, and he has a rad roller coaster in his backyard.  JEALOUS!

So a while back, I went to Idaho to whitewater raft the Middle Fork of the Salmon River with my dad and brother.  To begin this tale, I will say that I didn’t die.  Whew.  I will then follow up with: I am a MASTER packer!  Can you guess which bag (singular) is mine?  The giant green one?  Andrew’s.  The two blue bags on top of each other?  My dad’s.  Yup, my bag is the smallest one all the way on the left.  True, my brother brought me a waterproof jacket, and my dad brought me a waterproof towel, but those items don’t take up that much room.  And with my limited supplies, I didn’t miss anything.  Spot on!

 

The day before we rafted, we arrived in the small town of Stanley, Idaho.  Our hotel had a private hotspring behind it.  The view was unbelievable!

 

 

Another feet photo taken the morning of our river departure.

 

 

Waiting to board the bus with the Sawtooth Mountains in the background.

 

Amy made Andrew some pretty rad moccasins for camp.

 

Smelling the Ponderosas.  The bark smells like vanilla!

 

Andrew customized the shirt the rafting company gave us on the first day by cutting out the neck and sleeves.

 

 

Our boats and the river on the Fourth of July.

 

On our layover day, we went for a four hour hike along a creek that feeds the Middle Fork.  Drank water from springs along the way.

Twas a beautiful trip.

 

On Saturday, August had an end-of-the-year performance with his daycare.  The theme was “Little Critters,” and my little one was a green bug.

ADORABLE.

I did take some video during the show, when his toddler class sang “It’s a Hard Knock Life for Bugs.”  He mostly just stood there while the little girl next to him tried to encourage him to perform.  No dice.  But still cute.  After the show, I caught this little moment:

Reminds me of the scene in Moulin Rouge when the Duke takes Satine on a picnic: “Oh look, my dear, a little frog.”  And then he squishes him.  Awesome.

This weekend, we celebrated August’s THIRD birthday.  No real theme; just bright colors!

August’s godmother brought baby Jude over.  Jude seems to be fond of me, so I get to know what it feels like to snuggle a little baby (August never wanted to cuddle when he was little.  He does now though.).

August just likes bossing Jude around.  I LOVE this picture.

We opened presents from family friends.  First reading the cards…

Then watching August open presents by saying “Open it.”  Once unwrapped, he said “Oh my goodness!” every single time.  So cute!

Then we sang “Happy Birthday” and blew out candles on what seems to be a very simple cake, but…

Look at the INSIDE!!!  A RAINBOW CAKE!  I saw it online, and sent the link to my mom.  It was one of her little projects while she was in town for August’s birthday.  Didn’t it turn out amazing?!

Surrounded by loot.  I love August’s pose in this pic!

Sarah is one of my best friends, and she’s also August’s godmother.  She and her husband have been my rocks during this adjustment year.  I love them dearly, but not as much as I love baby Jude!!

Family photo.

My little family.

See y’all next year when August turns FOUR!

I would swear up and down that my son doesn’t really care that I’m around.  But when his dad and I met up on Mother’s Day, August saw me from ACROSS the green and this happened:

I think I’ve changed my mind.

{Melt}

Final collection of photos from my spring break in California.

I love these tall skinny palm trees that are everywhere in LA.  This palm grove was around Echo Lake.

Andrew took me downtown, not far from where he celebrated his marriage, to Grand Central Market.  It’s a collection of grocery-type vendors (see Andrew in the foreground?  He’s pointing at a hog’s head at a butcher) and small, ethnic food vendors, including a Pupuseria (explanation below).

Latino spices.  Mostly chiles.

I don’t *think* the guy in the background meant to be caught in our photo.

Andrew had heard about a good pupuseria, so we checked it out.  A pupusa is sort of a sandwich from El Salvador.  The “bread” is a fresh, thick, chewy tortilla and it’s filled any variety of yummy things.  We got a cheese one.  Our pupusa=YUMMM.  Very much like an arepa.

We stopped in the Bradbury Building.  It just happened to be across the street from the Grand Central Market.  Parts of Bladerunner and the end of 500 Days of Summer were filmed there.

We hitched a 25¢ ride on the Angel’s Flight to a park, where other parts of 500 Days of Summer were filmed.

Another feet photo.

Sitting on the 500 Days of Summer park bench.  Sigh.  Adios California.  Same time, same place next spring break?

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!