My Dream Team: Kenneth and Candice

To have my two favorite designers helping me on this house
we live in, or the cottage, would be a dream come true.
We have no cable during the winter months as we are just
too busy, but have satellite in the summer months and I
I am glued to HGTV anytime Kenneth Brown or Candice
Olson are on...

Kenneth Brown's show Redesign is an American Icon of a show.
His low key colors and smooth contemporary designs make any room he does an environment that is calm, masculine and just plain cool. While his sketches leave a lot to be desired (a kid's crayon drawing would be as good!) he clearly has each project pictured in his mind. His soft-spoken personality often does not challenge the owners preferences as much as I would like and sometimes he has to prove his ideas will work. If they know of his reputation they should trust him anyway. Kenneth is a west coast designer with all the polish and finesse of a couture designer...he has class dripping out of his handsome tanned hands and blonde surfer locks. I like his lack of conceit and appreciate his not jumping all over the screen as some designers do. No jokes or frenzy here...just good solid design that nurtures like nature.

( Photos of Kenneth and Candice are from www.hgtv.com )

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Holding On...

Mom was dehydrated last weekend, sending her to ER. My sister called upset that she would not last. My younger brother suggested we should have a plan in place for her funeral. I agreed because I don't want to have to make decisions when the time comes, but am hoping against hope we don't have to give her up yet. Went to see her yesterday. Took our grandson Jake also. As I approached Mom to wheel her out of her room she looked up with her sweet eyes saying, "Marilyn" and my heart melted. Just being near her is comforting and it was sad seeing her struggling to answer anything we asked her as if she could not access information in her brain. Jake played cards with my sister and me and my younger brother, we call "the funny one", injected his humor. Still, the time seems fleeting when with her. Putting my all into this week as the school yearbook is due and one art show and then it is free sailing just about to the end of the school year. I so wish I lived clo

Pocket Call

Woke to the sound of my cell phone ringing..it was Bob's phone calling me from his pocket. He and buddy Denny run around together and could hear some of their conversation though they were not aware the phone had triggered. Spent yesterday out of state seeing my mother Audra. She's 86 and in a resthome. I used to be more of a Daddy's girl and have missed him every day in the 12 yrs. since he has been gone. But watching my mother go through the wrenching caregiving of her husband, financial loss, then the decline of her own health...and eventually her smoking and catching herself on fire, the strength she showed recovering from her skin-grafting...well, it was just plain horrible but she seldom complained. During the years of growing up Mom made all four of us feel as if we were only children. She would be up until 2 a.m. ironing mountains of clothing and sneak into our rooms at night to put them away as we slept. Her kitchen was spotless, with a hot meal on the table every

It's November...

I was opening a big trunk in our bedroom to unpack the Christmas items I have saved through the years for the holidays. There are two that I will never part with from Linda (who passed away suddenly May '09). You know how you open each tissue wrapped item and get that "Oh, I'd forgotten I had these"...well, that's what I was thinking as I opened these precious bundles... One was an angel Linda found...she repainted the blonde hair to black and gave it to Beth. The other she was bursting at the seams with excitement to give to me (and Bob), was a Christmas Tree Farm Scene... . They are both reminders of how much love Linda put into everything she did. It wasn't money, but downright thoughtfulness that set her apart from others. This is a very trying month for me as my sister Martha died a year ago next Monday, on my birthday. I have decided that for me to sit around or sleep due to depression is wasting the life Martha and Linda so desperately wanted to live. S

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