I’ve had a lot of doors change in the last year.
If you’ve been to my house in the past you may have experienced my broken patio door – it is now fixed. Thanks to Mr J’s incredible ability to bend metal to his will and his inability to put up with something that works poorly (read “like complete shit”). He was so sick of having to reef on the “sliding” glass door and being afraid it was going to fall out and kill me (or my peeps) he took the damn thing apart and gave me a lesson on the inner workings of glass doors and how to install (after he made all the rolling metal innards from scratch) it all. He amazes me at every turn, and I fall in love with his sexy, sexy brain more every day.
He also fixed my bedroom door that was falling off it’s hinges. And put a lock on it (cue the porn music).
Mum painted my front door purple this spring! Something that had been on my “Really want to do that!!” list. Making my home just that much more me. I’m hot pink and bright blue all at once, baby.
In more door news, I put a new door on my newer-all-the-time bathroom. I love it SO HARD. I can’t wait to do the rest of the doors!1 Okay, I should qualify that with “I can’t wait for them all to be done”. It was a complete gong show to get in – I mean how can a door frame be a trapezoid in 3 dimensions??? A wheel barrel of shims later… it’s in and closes straight. It may be one of the only straight and square things in this house (god knows I never going to be that).
Click to enlarge the pics. If you want. I mean, don’t let me be bossy.
April has been a busy, busy, busy business month too – with doors swinging open so wide I feel dizzy from the possibilities. More than once I have been filled with fear. Mr. J makes me feel unstoppable and stupidly capable. I feel like I’m trying to control the speed wobble. It’s exciting as fuck.
Unless you are a close friend or reading this blog (thanks Mom!), you probably don’t know I have a partner in my life. I don’t talk about him on facebook, we don’t live together, we don’t do many friend events together – we are pretty private. for a bunch of complicated reasons. I am so glad in many ways, the pace of us has been what it is.
Appreciation. It’s more than just a hipster font on a sunset beach instagram shot. It is cliche as hell, but no less true. It’s the gratitude/appreciation I have for our time together that has enriched my life in so many ways. Also, the realization that my peeps need ME. They have to share their Dad, which has caused them a lot of anxiety and upset. I’m so glad I could, and have been, a stable place for them – even as I work like a dog to support us. So much goodness. And a great deal of clarity.
Forward momentum – walking through doors, Duke’s of hazard’ing it through windows, learning, growing, failing, getting back up, and loving with all I have… that is it for me. The meaning of my life. If I kick it tomorrow, I love, love, love this zany, fun, struggle of a life I have. Thanks for taking this moment with me. Right now (as Carl Sagan has said), you are magically, through the power of words, hearing me in your head! Seriously, that blows my mind a bit. Also dickballs. Heh. I just said that in your head.
So on a nostalgic, appreciative of life, love and the universe kick of a mood, I have to say how sad I am about Prince’s death.
life is just a party, and parties weren’t meant 2 last
The man was seriously sex. In a way I find Mr J to be. Just SEX. Magneticly so. Like omg, I’m all blushy and swoony. I am not the only one in either of those camps. Creative, different with a HUGE… heart. Geez! what did you think I was going to say? I’m so, so sad the force that was Prince is gone from this world… makes me appreciate my time with Mr J even more.
…let me show you baby, I’m a talented boy…
I’ve been binging on Prince’s music since I heard the news – I’m even listening to it right now. I’ve been doodling a tattoo for Mr J, thinking about Prince’s iconic symbol, while I nurse my creative juices back to life today.
I’m happy my front door is purple.