Country Design Home Unplugged

I know what you were thinking, that you were going to be treated to some soft, acoustic country music while you read my latest blog. Yeah….no. Today’s topic: how to unplug your toilet. When you live in a house built in 1857 (Click here for quick History 101), there are always ongoing repair and restoration projects-old wood, old wires and old pipes make for a constant drain on the pocketbook and the patience. Recently we have noticed that our toilet was running very slowly, and taking two to three flushes to clear it out. Could it be due to our recent brush with a stomach bug? Not to be indelicate, but a lot of time was spent on the “throne” in the past couple of weeks- let’s just say we should’ve had stock in Charmin’.

Speaking of thrones-nice segue, huh?- while we were in Paris a couple of years ago,we were fortunate to be paired with an incredible tour guide named Thierry. He educated us about all things French while we strolled through the palace and grounds of Versailles , entertaining us with anecdotal stories about King Lous XIV & Marie Antoinette. One of everyones favorites: back in the day, toilettes were placed in plain sight of everyone, so you could do your “business” while you were doing business! The king had several highly stylized toilettes, think Kolher by Elton John- decorated as if they were “thrones”, where he perched throughout the day. Not sure if this is true or not, but it made for an enjoyable afternoon of pondering the inner plumbings of the king while visiting the city of lights.

OK, back to modern day plumbing. We tried plunging it and flushing it repeatedly, with little result. So, rather than call the plumber, I turned to the internet (thank you, Al Gore) for the solution to my dilemma. I read several articles about how to clean it out naturally, and this seemed logical, and cheap, so I gave it a shot. For complete instructions, click the toilet. Essentially, you pour a generous amount of dishwashing soap into the toilet, add a large pot of boiling water (do NOT do this with bare feet!) poured from high above the toilet, wait a minute, then flush. Rinse, repeat, if necessary-which it was. I hated wasting that big bottle of Dawn Hand Renewal infused with Oil of Olay, but I figured it was a lot cheaper than the plumber’s bill, and it made the bathroom smell amazing! And guess what-it worked!! But only for a short time, so now we are back to square one. Anyone know a good plumber I can call? I know it won’t be Joe the Plumber-remember him from the last presidential campaign? Apparently he just won the Ohio Congressional Primary- too bad he wasn’t from Flushing, NY. Now that would have been great blogging material.

The Red Truck

I am the proud owner of a brand new 2012 Honda CRV. It’s a pretty silver color, has a moonroof, AWD, a backup camera and it’s Bluetooth enabled so I can talk and drive hands free, listening to my ITunes or Pandora. It’s super comfy and the back is large enough to hold anything I can haul out of HomeGoods. Even has a roof rack for the yet-to-be-launched kayaks! (but that’s a story for another day) Dream car, right?

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Nope. My dream car is an old-fashioned, shiny, fire engine red pickup truck, a farmer’s best friend. Used for everything from transporting chickens to market to carrying hay, that truck is the vehicle I have wanted for years. Part of the allure is surely the color- RED – the color of fire and blood and one that evokes feelings of energy, confidence and courage. That truck of my dreams has served as inspiration for many of my bold home color choices, including the exterior, the barn and my dining room walls. I may never own one, but I can thank the red truck for shaping my design sense: bold, functional, country, pretty.

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Views from my back porch


Winter in New England is typically long and cold, and we thought this year would be no exception, with a fierce October snowstorm that took everyone (including the snow plowers!) by surprise. My fall mums looked so pretty covered in a blanket of frosty flakes. But since then, we have had only a few inches of snow, lots of sunshine and practically balmy temperatures! It has been a gift to those of us who don’t run ski resorts, who just need to get through our daily routines, grateful not to be digging ourselves out of mountains of the white stuff. And Spring is just around the corner.