[pulls back cobwebs and looks around]
Hello? [Echo: Hello?…hello?…hel…]
[sees faded jpegs, digital alphabetic letters, and dust bunnies scattered across the floor.]
Wow. I haven’t been here in awhile, have I?
[opens the curtains to let light in]
Since my last post nearly ten months ago, life got full. Then it got boring. Then busy, then uneventful, then chaotic. Blogging took a backseat. I mean, who needed to read my latest existential crisis over an episode of Cosmos? (The eventual breakup of the Pleiades in 100 million years leaves me bereft.) The Beast and his twin neighbor certainly don’t want to read about it.
[picks up a broom, starts sweeping]
Since we last visited:
- I had a birthday.
- I visited the BFF in Cali.
- We celebrated the holidays—Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Independence Day—with friends and family.
- I got a GoPro.
- One of my dearest friends came for a visit and we took in a Broadway show.
- The Kid graduated high school
- Bought a house.
- The Beast had his two-year heart check up and he’s doing great—
What’s that? Oh, I said we bought a house. Crazy, I know. Ten years—nearly to the day—after moving to New York City, we found ourselves packing up once again. It’s actually our seventh move in a decade (that’s how everyone does things around here), but we’re finally setting down roots. It means that now, when the sink is clogged or the oven is on the fritz, we have no super to call and fix it for us. We are the super. But it also means we can hang pictures and paint walls the colors we want without worrying if we’ll get our deposit back. Already, my Pinterest boards have blown up.
[sprays cleaner and wipes down the sides of the blog]
One of my girlfriends said to me, “The year we bought our house, I was also pregnant and starting a new job. Buying the house was the most stressful thing.” She wasn’t lying. While owning a home is great, trying to get a mortgage and a definitive closing date should be included in the Scared Straight program. House hunting is not for the weak. It can be an emotional roller coaster of offers and withdrawals, bids and outbids, quick decisions and long waits. Our ever-patient real estate agent doubled as therapist some days. After a few failed attempts, we stopped talking about the process with our friends and family—even each other. In fact, most folks are just finding out we moved.
But now that we’re here, the angst that had hovered over us since March has slipped away. Of course, it’s been replaced with the “My God, what have we done?” angst that always accompanies these undertakings.
[fills up trash bag]
So, why return to the blog? Because, since March, writing has taken a back seat and I need the practice, and because home ownership has suddenly filled me with an unquenchable urge to do projects—painting, furnishing, rehabbing, restoring—and what’s the point of doing anything if I can’t document it, right? It’s an older house, built around the turn of the 20th century, so there are plenty of projects to pick. With a public outlet, I’m on notice to get them done. Plus, folks keep asking for pictures.
So, it won’t just be What’s Camille Dewing?. It’ll also be What’s Camille RE-Dewing?. Expect Before & After pics, a tutorial or two, and maybe some inspiring ideas. I’m sure there will be some existential thoughts in there somewhere. After all, Neil deGrasse Tyson warns that Earth could be heading towards its next mass extinction. Let’s hope I find the box in which I packed my pants before then.
Disclaimer: I am not even close to being a design expert. I just know what I like and desperately try to copy it. That’s where you come in: Any tips or suggestions you’ve learned along the way, any horror stories and helpful solutions you’ve come across, any wisdom you’ve gained from doing, undoing, and redoing will be welcomed and greatly appreciated.