Trying Again

I know how to ride a bike. I just don’t do it.

Or so I would have said up until Saturday.

I learned to ride as a child as nearly everyone does although I was never my best thing.

I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair and I hated the feeling of falling on the pavement.

When I got older and my friends were into bikes again, I never took to it. I’m an itty bitty girl and I had never sat on a bike that wasn’t too big for me since I turned 12.

Stopping the bike consisted of me squeezing the break and then hurtling my body forward off the seat and somehow landing on the grounding, usually dropping the bike and losing balance.
Getting started riding meant me stepping down on one pedal and then leaping up into position and merely hoping my balance would be stable as I wobbled back and forth for several feet.
It wasn’t fun.

To top it off, the issues plaguing my knees resulted in pain for the next several days.
So I decided bike riding was not for me.


But then I went and married a bike riding enthusiast who wanted nothing more than to go on a bike ride with me. I explained to him the issues, telling him of the times I had fallen and pointing to the aching knees.  He understand, but instead of settling as I had done, challenged me to try again.

He coaxed me into the bike store where I reluctantly talked to the store staff about the height issue and the knee issue, telling them that biking just wasn’t a good thing for me. Those kind people talked me through my options, showing me bikes aligned differently to take the impact off my knees and that were perfectly suited to girls a mere 5’0” tall.

I didn’t event want to test ride one.  I was certain I wouldn’t mount it properly after years of the step-leap-wobble method and promptly fall in the parking lot. Mr. H asked me to just try. I couldn’t bear to be so afraid as to let him down on a such a simple matter.  So I tried again.

It was glorious!! I loved that bike and I loved riding. Oh the joy of a bike that is my size.  Further, not a twinge of pain n my knees was felt.

We took this darling bike home and I am thrilled to join my husband in bike enthusiasm.


What a stunning reminder of what can happen when you are willing to refuse to settle and try again.


Gotta go ride!

You are loved,



The Dreaded Desk

This was the weekend of TDD – The Dreaded Desk.

Friday night, I hauled the drawers and top shelf out to the backyard, turned on my audio book, and buckled down on the sanding. TDD had many an issue: chipped paint, scratches in the surface, and an uneven finish…all to be cured by a good sanding, hosing down, and light scrub with hot soapy water.

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I had originally thought of stripping the paint entirely and letting the natural wood have a chance to see daylight, but when I realized how many layers of paint were on this baby, I decided to abandon that folly.

TDD would be painted and antiqued, declared I.


Saturday morning I was out in the backyard again, before I had even had my morning coffee. I was itching to get the painting started.

Because this project was crying out for (1) easy and (2) quick fixes, I chose a two in one spray paint for the task, two bottles:


This stuff is magic in an aluminum can. Can’t say enough about it. The color was true, it covered everything, and only required on even coat.


Ta-da! Isn’t that color a breath of fresh air?

As much as I love it, it’s a bit…..bright…for my house.  The mister and I lean towards the neutrals and the darks I’m afraid (navy…rust…taupe…mauve..)

Enter the antiquing. While I was at Home Depot, nearly gagging at the paint prices, I found a quart of Behr Marquee black satin paint in the “oops” cart for a whopping $2 (less than the cost of a sample jar!!).


I started doing this process myself and quickly realized I couldn’t possible dab on the paint and wipe off the excess quickly enough. I had dried up glops and messy splotches of black mussing up my lovely blue.

This is a two person job.

As I hollered for my husband to come out to the yard and help me, I covered over the worst areas with another coat of Aqua.

After some practice, we had this mastered. I “dab dab dab”ed and he wiped the paint into the grain.


As the storm clouds rolled in, we moved the completed pieces into the garage.

Sunday afternoon, it was crunch time.

The hulking base of the desk was hauled into the yard, sanded, cleaned, spray painted, and antiqued in about 1.5 hours. I’d call that a success!


I am thrilled with the result: colorful yet subtle and perfect for our house.

It wasn’t dry enough to assemble when we had to head home so you’ll have to wait for the photo of the complete transformation. I’m trying to talk Mr. H into turning it into our entertainment center…we shall see!!

Until then, you are loved,



Weekend Preview: The Dreaded Desk

A year ago, I saw this side desk in a resale shop I frequent and snatched it up for about $12 with the glorious dream of stripping the existing paint and refinishing it with a fresh new color scheme and artsy texture.



So far it has gone no further than sit in my parents garage and the dream has faded. It makes my stomach turn every time I see it sitting there, a desk home to dust and cobwebs instead of stationary and writing implements.

Nevertheless, I am determined to finish this project once and for all this weekend!

Stayed tuned for my progress.

You are loved,


It’s a quite audacious thing, I think, to start a blog. It implies that I have some to share, something of value that someone, anyone will find useful or encouraging.

I don’t know if I do or not. I hope that I do and we shall soon find out, won’t we?

What I can tell you for sure at this very moment is that I’m just a lady in the middle of her twenties who is doing her best at life, marriage, career, and family.

I love cooking for my husband, reading hardcover books, knitting with wool, Harry Potter, wearing lipstick, hugging puppies, and traveling across the world to always return back home.

I do not love cat videos (sorry!), snow that falls outside of the months December through February, spicy food, anything relating to zombies, or dishonesty.

Let’s just see where this takes us shall we?


You are loved,