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| Welcome to our home - mini pumpkins in the front entry. Taken with my Bb |
Do the seasons evoke memories and feelings for you?
When I was small, autumn meant the start of school. October was the ramp up to my birthday, and then a few days later, Beggars Night and Halloween. Halloween has always been tangled up with my birthday, so that they seem to be one in the same. Cooler weather, carving pumpkins, pressing leaves, candy and Halloween costumes were all part of one big celebratory period. In my mind, it was a magical time, full of promise, mystery and surprises.
When I was a little older, we moved south to Florida, and autumn was very different - gone were the colored leaves, cooler temperatures and the significant change of the seasons. Halloween and my birthday were no less tangled, but the atmospheric indicators were no longer so strong. I spent most of my life in Florida, and we developed our own traditions of what Halloween should be, and how it should feel. Mostly it was very warm and the faux autumn leaves that stores attempted to foster on us, felt strangely hollow and inauthentic.
Since 2001, I've been in DC, and the old autumn feelings of my childhood stir, the cool weather, changing leaves, and the magic that Halloween can bring, has come full circle.
What does this time of year signify for you?










With a flourish of a hammer and the relentless yammering of a sawzall, the
first wall met its death on the second day of our ownership. The loss of the
wall opened the space between the itsy-bitsy, teeny-weenie kitchen (83" x 80")
and the rather minuscule dining room (90" x 156") to create a slightly larger
L-shaped eat-in kitchen. Other kitchen items sacrificed to the renovation gods
were the 1936 metal sink cabinet, the painted in place wall cabinets, the 18"
dormitory stove and 6+ layers of old flooring removed down to the wood plank
sub-floor. The only things left standing were the refrigerator (which was only
a few years old) and the beautiful oak floors in what was once known as the
dining room.
Looking back, this was the start of a month-long "get a new kitchen" project - it was a lot of work but well worth it. Until the kitchen was completed we used a microwave in the living room to cook food (when we didn't order take
out) and the utility sink in the basement for dish washing (when food
required actual dishes.)
In my teens and early twenties, my interest in interior decorating was spurred on by the gorgeous interiors featured in shelter magazines. Like many, I clipped and saved pages of beautifully designed rooms, ideas and objects that would someday (I hoped) manifest themselves in my own home. As a renter, I tried out many looks and styles until 2006, when I bought my first home.