Procrastination Project – Guiltless Gilting

30 Dec

My most favorite weakness of mine (wait, what?) is my (ahem) ability to dream up a bevy of “Procrastination Projects” when I am in need of chore-avoidance (or chovoidance…does that work?)

If there is laundry to fold or guests arriving you can be sure I have reorganized the freezer or painted a canvas affixed with paper doilies. This habit was formed pre-Pinterest and has only spiraled further since its creation.

Thus, I bring to you the 18K Gold Gator’s story:

GatorHead

One brisk Autumn day, the boys wanted to go to the zoo…and while we are members (so it’s free) and said zoo is less than 7 miles away (so it’s quick) Momma wasn’t having it. There were suitcases to pack for an upcoming trip and all I could think of was my list of dread awaiting me at nap time. We compromised and visited an even free-er (no carousel tickets) and even closer (1 mile away) pet shop because it’s basically the same thing as a zoo anyway, is it not? As luck would have it, they were selling a snaggletoothed alligator as aquarium decor on clearance for $3.

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Natch, I had to have it. Our home is a safe haven for animal oddities that can be spray painted and added to the lacquered menagerie.

So after saying goodbye to some furry potential pets and a few sprays of Krylon’s super gold paint later, our new friend was inducted into the family.

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He now rests atop the Mid Century bar in the hallway underneath custom canvas and another gold-sprayed victim friend, the Nate Berkus turtle shell from Target. (I waited until it was on sale because I struggled with being like all the other mommy-diy-blogs but the truth is, it’s good design and I loved the shape and style. Will add its picture to this post soon!) Obvs I am not inventing some cray new design trend…spray painting animals has been around before Etsy came to be…but perhaps you can look at your field trips as a source of inspirado like I did that fateful pretend-zoo day.

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The only downfall to this project is that like most metallic paint, the Krylon 18K dries instantaneously (which is actually a mega bonus) so this Procrastination Project did not derail me nearly as long as I had hoped. Ah well. Better luck next time.

**Note: This would be a cool project for UF/Gator fans – find a faux gator head like this one and lacquer it blue or orange. In our case since my hubs is a Seminole (and I am a Rollins Tar…never heard of it? because we didn’t have a football team. womp.) our gator head serves as a warning for other Gators who may enter our home. Or not. Whatevz.

Happy Snaps – Masonry + Nature = Love

2 Oct

If you are one of the 22 followers who read this blog (but who’s counting?) then you know I am mildly obsessed with our new “hometown” of Montclair.

I document this obsession via Instagram (@aznaz) because I am certain to forget all of its loveliness one day when the Honeymoon is over. I hope not but I’m a realist like that.

I dedicate this week’s Happy Snaps post to some of my favorite photos about town that demonstrate the combination of masonry and nature I love so much:

 

Autumn Serenade

30 Sep

What a poetic title! It’s the name of a classic song I listened to in the car today. I wanted to entitle this post “Fall Fell” but it sounded too tragic.

So it’s cold now. Which is appropriate because we had exactly one week of Fall which is our northeastern allotment.

Perhaps I am too quick to judge. We haven’t lived here in 3 years but I am rapidly recalling reluctance to wear winter warmies (AKA dress my kids in coats and scarves). We had a reminder yesterday of the wails of a toddler who is not ready to accept defeat (read: cover exposed skin to protect from frostbite).

We trudged ahead, though, and muffled him with his scarf so we could head out the door for Apple Picking. I always laugh *maniacally* when something we plan “for the kids” becomes something we force upon them — you know, for their memory’s sake. I prep myself for this to be the case and it’s such a relief when it’s not.

Thankfully, Alstede Farms in Chester NJ delivered and the kids were happy and the adults were less frazzled than usual and it was Fall for one beautiful evening on the farm.

And now we are enjoying apples 9 ways – everything tastes better when you pick it yourself (or when it’s free…am I right?)

Happy Snaps – IGer, like, To the Max

24 Sep

I will admit I was an Instasnob. “What’s the BD?” I would think…hoping BD (BigDeal) would catch on like WTF or FTW. Spoiler alert: it hasn’t. YET.

Anyway I didn’t get the hype. Instagram? More like Poor Man’s Hipstamatic! (Hold up, do you know that I actually had to walk over to my iPhone and find Hipstamatic to remember the name of the app? That’s how irrelevant it is a mere year after I used it last. One year human life is likened to 6 years in iPhone life.)

Then, the worst thing that could ever happen to a Mother happened. Well, second worst. My DSLR stopped functioning at full capacity. This came at a time that we were in the midst of a move AND my original MacBook Pro gave out. I felt like I was being punished by the universe.

I had to embrace another way to photograph every moment of my children’s lives or I would lose the Mamarazzi title I worked so hard to get. I needed to post copious fragments of our lives on FB or else it never happened because my kids are too young to remember and I am too old not to forget. YEARS OF CHILDHOOD HISTORY COMPLETELY LOST if not for my savior, The Instagram.

Also I like to take photos of food I make. Not because my food looks good or is healthy or because I post recipes anywhere worthwhile. Just because it is MY food and therefore of interest to ME. There, I said it. Instagram has made me a selfish sharer….sharing only things I myself am interested in. But then…I have found others like me and their things interest me, too. So there’s this sharing of selfs going on and unlike FB it is an actual peek into someone’s life. A glimpse at their dinner or their children’s feet in the sand and there is something human and comforting in that.

I don’t have a huge following and I don’t use hashtags to my benefit but I enjoy my little slice of humanness — find me @aznaz or check out some of my food photos below:

Welcome Home – now get to work!

13 Aug
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Sun coming through our windows to signal a new day

We’ve been “on the run” like a band of gypsies since May. And by “on the run” I mean living with family then running away from family then camping in our newly rented duplex in Montclair then returning to Atlanta to move then arriving back to our duplex with more boxes than space then totally neglecting the box unpacking to write this blog post.

Our transition from Atlanta to Montclair has taken longer than preferred but our decision to live here (versus Upper West or Brooklyn or Port Washington or…) was a quick and easy one. The moment our wheels rolled onto Bloomfield, we looked at each other with goofy grinned faces and breathlessly exhaled “this is it!” This.Is.It. Montclair is a dreamland for me – and while it could be because I am still in the honeymoon stages of living in a new quaint village-y town – I feel at home already. Our neighborhood is peppered with antique stores, bakeries (nomz), the Farmers Market, toy stores and boutiques and family-owned businesses we love to support. In nice weather we mostly walk to run our errands and otherwise nothing is further than a 4 minute drive.

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Montclair Fave – Cuban Pete’s

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Walnut Street with Adi

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Toy Store Storefront Nearby

I’ve taken the boys on a few adventures and we look forward to being settled in and really exploring our new town. I’ll be sure to check in with photographic evidence of our future bakery & antiquing exploits.

Leaving Town, Going Home

22 Apr

I have this thing where no matter what the situation or conversation is, my mental playlists cues a related song & oft changes lyrics to better suit my circumstances. So when I got the news we were moving back to NYC from ATL (woot woot!) these songs played on permarepeat in my head:

Going Home by Diddy

Leaving Las Vegas Atlanta by Sheryl Crow

Going Back to Cali New York by Tone Loc

NY State of Mind by Billy Joel

…and the list goes on. And speaking of lists, one of the multitude of to-dos I had on my own list was listing my house. It wasn’t until the realtor was here taking pics that I realized this.is.real. I am going to say goodbye to this beautiful place in search of something else. Another way of life. A husband who works long hours. Kids who will need me more than ever. And it’s not an easy thing to take on right now but I know NYC is where hub’s heart is, where his jobs will be, and let’s face it –>; Atlanta was never “home” no matter how hard I tried. Our home was home, though, and it’s hard to say goodbye to it. *insert pouty sad face here*

I went through the house primping and fluffing to get it picture-perfect for these HDR shots my realtor took in wide angle. Check it, yo:

Front of Craftsman Bungalow

Side View of Our House

Front Patio

Main Living Area

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master Bedroom

Master Bathroom

Kids’ Bedroom

Guest Bathroom

Loft

Spiral Stairs

Backyard

Backyard

Back of House

Train Caboose Guest House

Train Caboose Guest House

I wish there were more photos of it. The whole listing is here. I followed our agent with my iPhone in hand, obsessively taking low quality shots of every detail like some deranged museum curator who needs record of the way things were. (Cue: The Way We Were by Barbra Streisand.) I’m like a hoarder of digital pictures. Which is weird because I am absolutely a purger of physical things. I feel the need to document everything these days so I can try to remember it all. Momnesia has gotten the best of me & I don’t remember many details without the aid of photographic evidence. Don’t tell the kids that, though. They still think I see and know all.

I hope someone buys it who loves it as much as we did and who finds the value in such a special neighborhood. I was the neighborhood bloggesse and I’ve relinquished that to a sweet friend here in the hood (whom I will also miss. Waaaah!) I am slowly checking things off our to do list and it feels good but it also means we are one step closer to completely changing our lives. Thrilling and anxiety-inducing.

I’m off to reluctantly pack. Or eat chocolate cake in denial. The latter…definitely the latter.

Salvage ATL – Holy! What the? F it! I’m doing it.

10 Apr

This Saturday is the Salvage ATL event where my lil’ vintage line {verdigreen} is debuting in the real-space marketplace.

salvage ATL

I have mixed feelings of excitement and terror as I consider my presence outside the safety and comfort of the Etsy interwebs.

{verdigreen} vintage

To try and take my mind off the mounting to-do-list of funnery for the event, I created an Etsy treasury to highlight some of my vendor-mates.

salvage atl vintage vendor - link in treasury

They’re full of unparalleled awesomeness so the curation of their shop pieces had the opposite effect and now I’m feeling even less at ease. So here I sit, sipping Green Tea Ginger Ale which is almost as good as a beer.

green tea ginger ale - for all that ails you (almost)

Please come visit me, in BOOTH #1 (wh-wh-what?) this Saturday from 11am-6pm & bring me a PBR (the event sponsor – total score) to calm my nerves.

{verdigreen} at salvage

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