So, waaaaay back in 2013 (evidence of the date here), my friend Jennifer gave me a necklace that was special to her and needed repair. It was one of the only possessions that her great grandmother brought with her wen she emigrated from Italy. I don't do much seed beading, but my 2013 post asked for ideas and the resounding recommendation was: restring the entire thing. A bit intimidating.
So I stalled, and kind of forgot, and asked for more advice here and there on threads and waxing, and did some research on finishing and four strand braiding. And I stalled some more. And then I read a post by Elizabeth Gilbert that said
I know I am being a tad drama llama. But I've been feeling a bit stuck about many things lately - nothing earth shattering, or life altering - just in need of some rut-breaking-out-of. So with a cookie sheet to catch beads, reading glasses, and instructions, I took out my scissors and pulled it all apart.
My son Michael just finished a week at Summer Music Camp at UNC Greensboro. If you have a middle or high school band/orchestra/chorus kid I would highly recommend it.
Anyway - the week ends with an evening concert, so we spent the night and take our time sightseeing on the way home Saturday. We decided to stop and tour Thomas Jefferson's home, Monticello. It was a bright sunny day, and it's a beautiful home, inside and out. I didn't realize what a horticulturist TJ was, so as you can imagine, the gardens are wonderful. Now to convince Greg that we also need a getaway on top of a mountain somewhere :-)
I grew up moving all the time in a Navy family, then joined the Air Force, so moving every 1-3 years continued until 2004. Then we were lucky to land in DC, and were able to stay here, for the most part, until my husband and I both retired. I am loving living in the same place for this long, and knowing my neighbors, and the schools and my church so well.
But my house is starting to feel a bit same-o, same-o. A change up was in order, especially since I want to solve the age old problem, the everyone-crowds-into-the-kitchen-and-no-one-sits-in-the-living-room problem. Seriously, at Christmas the kitchen was too crowded for me to open the fridge, and only Layla was hanging out in the roomy living room a mere 3 feet away. My solution is to switch the living room and the dining room.
For the record, my husband is not a fan of this idea. His issue is all about Christmas tree placement. Also I think he wants to avoid spending a lot of time moving furniture around. So like any self respecting wife, I picked a time when he wasn't home and asked my daughter, a very strong person who liked the idea, to help.