We live in a green house that I dubbed “The Green Monster” before we even purchased it. I love our house. It’s been good to us. If it wasn’t a temporary living arrangement, however, I would have painted it 5 years ago. I’ve never been fond of the exterior color, but to illustrate that tastes vary dramatically, I recently had dinner interrupted by a couple who wanted to match their color swatches to our house because they liked the color so much and wanted to paint their house the same. I had the worst poker face, I admit. I think my shameful response was something as eloquent as, “Really? Why would you want that color?!”
If only the shade of green was closer to this deep and inviting milk paint hue, I’d happily change the name to something other than “monster.” In honor of this house, which will soon be for sale (wow, I really know how to sell it by leading with how I don’t care for the exterior color, huh?), I present little “Green Monster:”
Currently for Sale
My latest crush, Pendragon, slithered out of here and found a new home. She’ll be struttin’ her stuff in “my noble patroness’s” shop. Good luck on the grand opening of RED ONION CLOTHING‘s first brick-and-mortar shop this weekend Lady Katherine!
For local peeps, check out the festivities Friday and Saturday:
Red Onion Clothing 149 South Peterboro Street, Canastota, New York 13032
Check out Red Onion Clothing on facebook whether near or far. You’ll be glad you did!
Growing up I went through a phase where I wanted more than anything to be a Native American born when they they were unencumbered by foreign settlers. I read every book I could get my hands on about famous Native American women, such as Pocahontas and Sacagawea. One of my favorite authors was Scott O’Dell. Among other familiar titles like Island of the Blue Dolphins, I loved Sing Down the Moon. The thing I admired most about these heroines was their courage and self-reliance. I couldn’t fend for myself for a day, let alone an extended amount of time. But these girls could live of the land forever–because they knew how. I still wish I knew how to do that (but I think I’d have to take my diet coke with me).
I’ve had this cute armoire waiting patiently for me to get around to her. I wanted to do something special with her. Then I found this paper and KAPOW! I knew what to do. I love the muted mustard with the vibrant arrow paper and the surprise explosion of color when the doors are opened. Like the Native American women I wanted to emulate, this piece is intriguing on the outside, but the tenacity is evident within.
One book I love to read is Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s refreshingly unique and quirky and I fall in love with the characters each time I read it. The wizard Howl, aka The Wizard Pendragon, is a “colorful” guy–one who has a stockpile of cosmetics and hair dyes that no one is allowed to touch. But my favorite part about him is his knack for “slithering out” of responsibility, earning him the title of “Slither-Outer.” He drives others crazy the way he dodges people, obligations, and conflict. In some ways, it’s a strength, in others a weakness (did I mention Christian Bale does his voice in Hayao Miyazaki’s adaptation to the screen?).
This little hutch reminds me of the Wizard Pendragon in that I’ve had it for so long, and yet it seemed to “slither out” of ever getting revitalized. She needed some work, but nothing a little cosmetics couldn’t fix. And although she’s a unassuming grey, the papered back sure adds color to her personality. I love her key, suggesting she, like Howl has a few secrets of her own.
Every year I plant a garden. There are always the obligatory tomatoes, jalepenos and the like, but my main purpose in planting a garden is herbs. There is just no substitute for fresh herbs in a dish. And because it’s rare that I 1) use the entire bunch of a particular herb from a grocery store before it goes bad and therefore waste it and 2) rarely plan ahead and anticipate the need for said herb, I feel my herb garden is a great return on investment.
I’ve noticed over the years that not all herbs are created equal. Some go crazy and grow all over the place, such as my basil plants, while others pace themselves and keep demand in their favor. Because of our harsh winters in central New York, it is rare that any of these outlast the cold. But I have found a few that are hardy enough to withstand the ridiculous amounts of snow and are there to greet me after the thaw. One such herb is Rosemary. Not only do I love that it’s around through Autumn and far into winter and used in my soups frequently, I don’t typically have to replant or replace it. It endures.
And so I feel it appropriate to pass along this label to this sturdy little lady of natural, earthy hues. She may appear delicate with her spindly legs and curvy detail, but I bet she’d outlast any piece of artificial particle-board monstrosity. And she’d do it gracefully. Oh, and did I mention how I love the marbled stained top? Love it!