<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:01:31.133-07:00</updated><category term='addiction'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='color'/><category term='spring cure'/><category term='hallway'/><category term='messy'/><category term='sick'/><category term='wardrobe'/><category term='fall cure'/><category term='cure'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='landing strip'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='paper management'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>curing what ails me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1684579639484758637</id><published>2010-06-25T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:34:43.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/TCWRYCmJHuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bCc_0lt7uII/s1600/mla104524_0209_edibleflwr_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/TCWRYCmJHuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bCc_0lt7uII/s320/mla104524_0209_edibleflwr_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486951563220557538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passages&lt;br /&gt;visions&lt;br /&gt;journeys&lt;br /&gt;growing older&lt;br /&gt;growing wiser&lt;br /&gt;growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;emerging&lt;br /&gt;looking back&lt;br /&gt;looking forward&lt;br /&gt;dreaming&lt;br /&gt;peace, serenity, love&lt;br /&gt;simple gifts&lt;br /&gt;joy, grace, thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;blessings&lt;br /&gt;truth&lt;br /&gt;a wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1684579639484758637?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1684579639484758637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1684579639484758637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1684579639484758637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1684579639484758637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday.html' title='a birthday'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/TCWRYCmJHuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bCc_0lt7uII/s72-c/mla104524_0209_edibleflwr_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-229660804045393946</id><published>2009-09-21T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:40:59.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Design for Shabby Apple dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SrfjmilK11I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yAGotmCyIIg/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SrfjmilK11I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yAGotmCyIIg/s320/dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022130801956690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dress design for &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com"&gt;Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shabbyapple.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Like the first daffodils of spring, I envision this dress in a crisp fabric such as taffeta in solid lemon yellow.  I also think it would be smashing in a pale grey or a white/black tiny polka dot with a skinny yellow belt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-229660804045393946?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/229660804045393946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=229660804045393946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/229660804045393946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/229660804045393946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2009/09/dress-design-for-shabby-apple-dresses.html' title='Dress Design for Shabby Apple dresses'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SrfjmilK11I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yAGotmCyIIg/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1947505066621669879</id><published>2008-10-28T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:44:09.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>puke: curing what ails them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SQdAMGdqC5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xQe6B5FQDw8/s1600-h/db1166-pumpkin-puke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SQdAMGdqC5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xQe6B5FQDw8/s320/db1166-pumpkin-puke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262245266243324818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 out of 4 kids are home sick from school today.  I fully expect to get a call from school to pick-up the other one any minute now.  So instead of curing, I am trying to clean puke from the carpets and blankets and pillows and trying to dash here and there juggling buckets to catch the puke before it hits the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have my hallway cured, and the rugs I cleaned the other day are needing to be cleaned again.  Two steps backward for my baby-step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my babies need mom-love today.   And I need more Clorox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1947505066621669879?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1947505066621669879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1947505066621669879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1947505066621669879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1947505066621669879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/10/puke-curing-what-ails-them.html' title='puke: curing what ails them'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SQdAMGdqC5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xQe6B5FQDw8/s72-c/db1166-pumpkin-puke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3989157402576130544</id><published>2008-10-20T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:51:24.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>fall cure: rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SPzFBRO1SJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MOlPY-QQ1G0/s1600-h/messyroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SPzFBRO1SJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MOlPY-QQ1G0/s320/messyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295090458052754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm a total junkie!  I was jonesing for the cure to come along again, and have high hopes of finally seeing one through to the end without relapsing to total and utter chaos.  My problem--I have a vision of what I'd like my house to look like in the end, but haven't been able to keep up inspiration and the momentum to get there.  I have 4 kids and a husband to feed, clothe, soothe and chauffer, and I can't even keep up with the laundry and the dishes, much less keep the assorted ground clutter from accumulating in the corners and piling up on the steps.   I'm tired.  This time around, I want to finish what I start, and to develop some housekeeping habits that help me keep moving forward instead of finding myself surrounded with piles of junk.  I've read every book, magazine and blog about living simply and clutter-free....why haven't I been able to accomplish this for myself and my family?  I've tried &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;flying&lt;/a&gt;, now I'm joining &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TwelveStepGroup/"&gt;messies anonymous&lt;/a&gt;  I need rehab, a twelve-step-plan, hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3989157402576130544?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3989157402576130544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3989157402576130544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3989157402576130544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3989157402576130544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-cure-rehab.html' title='fall cure: rehab'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/SPzFBRO1SJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MOlPY-QQ1G0/s72-c/messyroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2427901702811015325</id><published>2008-04-06T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:26:29.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4: the Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R_kqNcILemI/AAAAAAAAAGs/723fmPN0wts/s1600-h/officeinspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R_kqNcILemI/AAAAAAAAAGs/723fmPN0wts/s320/officeinspiration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186222856271002210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 2 months ago, we moved our master bedroom (if you could call it that) from the 2nd floor up to the attic, and moved our boys out of their bedroom into the bigger room we vacated.  This cleared out much needed space for a home office/workspace/clothing storage area &amp;amp; guestroom. (talk about a multi-purpose room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture (from marthastewart.com) is my inspiration for the room.  I'm striving for a fun, eclectic vibe, and will introduce my collection of vintage globes and a large salvaged elementary school map, along with touches of bright saturated color.  But I don't want the room to seem childish or silly (or overcrowded).  Do you think I can pull it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week I worked on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Office Week&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Room&lt;/span&gt;....I went through 7 years of papers and household files...shredded the bulk of it, and organized the rest:  taxes in labeled envelopes in a metal file case; long-term files in a banker's box for the attic; active files in a desktop hanging file organizer; birth certificates, savings bonds, passports, etc. organized in another metal file case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly all this work spurred my husband and I into finally drawing up our wills.  We were procrastinating because it was hard to choose among potential guardians for our children.  We bit the bullet realizing that anyone of our family members that we chose would love our children, and it would be better for us to choose than leave it up to the courts.  We decided to each make a list and the first match would be the guardian...it worked.  To make the wills, we used a simple Quicken program found on nolo.com and it was truly painless.  I can't believe we put it off for so long because we felt intimidated.  Some weight has lifted off of my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a lot of work to be done in our new office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Get rid of our king-sized mattress &amp;amp; boxsprings that are propped against the wall where the shelves belong.  A friend is supposed to be taking the bed this week...if she doesn't finally come to pick it up, I'm going to be ruthless and put it on the curb (harsh, but I've been holding it for her for 8 weeks now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Paint one wall (to cover monkey mural I painted when the room was a nursery).  I'm considering either using chalkboard paint or a bright apple green.  Eventually I'd like to cover the existing robin's egg blue on the remaining walls with a nice white for a brighter, more contemporary look, but am definitely not up to painting the entire room this go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Install a wall closet system to store my clothing (cobbled together from things we already own...2 &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S49824326"&gt;IVAR&lt;/a&gt; units with a clothes pole mounted in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Put all clothing in its new home.  (I'll do a mini-Wardrobe Therapy whilst doing this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Move in storage units from living room (containing my husband's vast collection of vinyl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Move a small loveseat out of our attic bedroom into the room (eventually this will be replaced by a small sofabed or futon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Hang map and other artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this work might take up the rest of the Spring Cure weeks, but that's okay with me...my living room can wait.  So, my Cure is not following the prescribed plan exactly--not that any of us are following the cure in a predictable, conventional fashion.  I like that everyone can adapt the AT plan to their own needs and homes, and it is so inspiring to see everyone accomplishing so much during these weeks together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2427901702811015325?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2427901702811015325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2427901702811015325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2427901702811015325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2427901702811015325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-4-office.html' title='Week 4: the Office'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R_kqNcILemI/AAAAAAAAAGs/723fmPN0wts/s72-c/officeinspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1657862023539736980</id><published>2008-03-29T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:40:03.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3:  entryway update</title><content type='html'>Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7RpcILejI/AAAAAAAAAGU/atdy9XhN-2s/s1600-h/September+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7RpcILejI/AAAAAAAAAGU/atdy9XhN-2s/s400/September+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7RpsILekI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Pkga2Lyeeck/s1600-h/IM000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left; width: 266px; height: 401px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7RpsILekI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Pkga2Lyeeck/s400/IM000167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;New rug from Ikea in place.  I know it looks wrinkled....I bought it from the as-is room and it needed a wash.  I didn't want to put it in the dryer, so I hung it outside in the sun (finally a sunny day in Pittsburgh)...I think it will smooth out in a day or so, but if not, there's always the iron (if I can find it).    I think the rug is a bit casual, but it does lighten up the space for the spring.   Scrubbed and waxed floor...washed walls.  Swapped oil painting by my father (will hang it in the living room) for a print of woman swimming (mostly blue, green and sepia tones).  Hung a couple of little things above coathooks.  Added blue/green pillow.  The area probably needs a dose of bright color, so I'll look around the house for something to add to the table to hold pocket change, and I might hang a mirror somewhere.  I would like a new lamp, but not hurrying on that.  I would also like to paint the walls a brighter, lighter color, but not hurrying on that either...maybe next spring cure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next month or so, we will install cubbies to the right of the kitchen door (above) and to the right of the front door (below). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7UD8ILelI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PXv3k-JIgAc/s1600-h/IM000102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7UD8ILelI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PXv3k-JIgAc/s320/IM000102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183313385295149650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each unit will consist of 2 open lockers with hooks for coats/backpacks to hang, with boxes above and  below for shoes, hats, sporting equipment, bike helmets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so eager to conquer the clutter that accumulates in this area every day.  It is so nice to walk into a clean hallway.  It immediately makes me feel more serene.  The smell of freshly waxed floors helps also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1657862023539736980?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1657862023539736980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1657862023539736980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1657862023539736980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1657862023539736980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_29.html' title='Week 3:  entryway update'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-7RpcILejI/AAAAAAAAAGU/atdy9XhN-2s/s72-c/September+2007+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2856169032658801660</id><published>2008-03-29T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:40:45.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3 Flowers + Birthday Apple Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/2372359056/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2372359056_3ae015679e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/2372359056/"&gt;Week 2 Flowers + Apple Pie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/polkadot/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My 9-year-old hates birthday cake.  This year he requested apple pie instead.  This was a big hit, especially compared to the very recent birthday party we attended where the candles were placed on deviled eggs (I'm not kidding!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2856169032658801660?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2856169032658801660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2856169032658801660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2856169032658801660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2856169032658801660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-2-flowers-apple-pie.html' title='Week 3 Flowers + Birthday Apple Pie'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2372359056_3ae015679e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1803390600736441202</id><published>2008-03-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:14:21.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-xCasILegI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yHJWOIoQTp4/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1803390600736441202?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1803390600736441202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1803390600736441202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1803390600736441202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1803390600736441202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-xCasILegI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yHJWOIoQTp4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-6215453797154482829</id><published>2008-03-27T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:12:58.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landing strip'/><title type='text'>week 3:  a good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-xFZsILeiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GqRPdAdiGQo/s1600-h/1hallway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-xFZsILeiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GqRPdAdiGQo/s320/1hallway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182593578841111074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got started on the entry hallway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Vacuumed floors and walls and window blinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Packed most of the winter gear away...here in Pittsburgh, we are accustomed to cold weather lasting well into April, so we need to keep our coats and gloves, but I put most of the heavy woolens, scarves and snow gear into space bags for storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Met with a carpenter and we took measurements and worked out a rough plan for cubbies and open lockers for kids' coats, backpacks, shoes and other gear...he'll give me the finished drawing next week.  I hope to have the project completed within a month.  We are loosely basing the design on the Pottery Barn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brady &lt;/span&gt;suite, but making modifications to size to customize to the hallway and architecture of our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Purchased:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;striped runner from the Ikea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As-Is&lt;/span&gt; room for $8.10 (one that I've had in my style tray since the fall cure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wall mounted yellow metal file holder (similar to PBteen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Locker&lt;/span&gt; series) to hang in the kitchen for homework folders, school papers and calendar items&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 yellow baskets for the kitchen to hold incoming mail and bill paying supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kitchen potholders, dish brush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;magazine and file boxes (in anticipation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Office Week&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will scrub the floors and wash the walls and put down the new runner, and the hallway will be complete until the carpenter installs the storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm switching Living Room Week with Office Week...I need to clear out space in the new office room in order to move storage units out of Living Room.  That will open up space in the Living Room for a new chair (I'm on the prowl for one now) and give us much needed breathing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cheated with the image...it's from the Fall Cure but there aren't dramatic changes yet...I'll take a picture with the new runner and some re-arranged artwork tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-6215453797154482829?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6215453797154482829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=6215453797154482829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6215453797154482829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6215453797154482829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-3-good-start.html' title='week 3:  a good start'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-xFZsILeiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GqRPdAdiGQo/s72-c/1hallway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2611641964186308913</id><published>2008-03-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:56:16.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><title type='text'>what i'm up to today</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging much, because my husband and I spent last week &amp;amp; weekend in Atlantic City and NYC.  (The first time we've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been away with no kids for more than one night.)  It was heavenly, and though not part of "the" cure it was "a" cure for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-EmGqMW3FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_nl7TCxNj8M/s1600-h/trash%26recycling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-EmGqMW3FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_nl7TCxNj8M/s320/trash%26recycling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179462942299970642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we returned on Sunday, I started in on the plan...picked up tons of stuff and put it away and cleaned the floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will spend 15 minutes in every room, picking up laundry and adding stuff to the outbox, and then I will tackle the kitchen.  It is a mess, but the cupboards and fridge are fairly empty (i really must shop tomorrow), so it shouldn't be too bad.  And then it will be all clean for Easter weekend (if it even lasts that long).  We have no dishwasher, so it is a constant battle to clean up dishes from 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two problems in my kitchen that I never solved during the Fall Cure:&lt;br /&gt;1.  The recycling/trash corner&lt;br /&gt;2.  The paper dumping ground (one of several found in different areas  throughout the house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My main goal for this week is to identify and purchase products necessary to solve these big issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2611641964186308913?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2611641964186308913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2611641964186308913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2611641964186308913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2611641964186308913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-im-up-to-today.html' title='what i&apos;m up to today'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R-EmGqMW3FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_nl7TCxNj8M/s72-c/trash%26recycling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-8801495339852815760</id><published>2008-03-04T10:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:51:29.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a barrel full of monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R82Su0mJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RHzDKWopSiU/s1600-h/6monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R82Su0mJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RHzDKWopSiU/s320/6monkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173952880008882194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family portrait by &lt;a href="http://monkeymuseum.org/"&gt;heather mallak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of coughing up hundreds of dollars each year for &lt;a href="http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-olan-mills-photos.html"&gt;olan mills&lt;/a&gt; portraits of the kids, we decided instead to put that money towards portraits created by local emerging artists.  Over the last several years, as we've added new members to the family, we've commissioned 4 paintings.  This one was done last year.  It is time for a new one.  Maybe that's how we'll spend our anticipated &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/02/13/bush.stimulus/"&gt;tax rebate&lt;/a&gt; check.  At least it would be helping a young starving artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(then again, wouldn't it be hilarious if i dressed everyone in vintage 70s clothes, asked my husband to grow sideburns and re-created one of those hilarious family portraits from my own childhood.  i'll have to ask mom for a copy of Easter circa 1974)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-8801495339852815760?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8801495339852815760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=8801495339852815760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8801495339852815760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8801495339852815760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/03/barrel-full-of-monkeys.html' title='a barrel full of monkeys'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R82Su0mJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RHzDKWopSiU/s72-c/6monkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-6054429555571696464</id><published>2008-02-21T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:05:47.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.magmypic.com/uploads/9/48/9489bb7a46f95d40842b5a346ca6d51e_LIFE_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is Lidia in daddy's glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" height="20" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDM2MTc*NTgxNjEmcD*1NDc4MSZkPXBhcnRuZXIrZGF*YSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-6054429555571696464?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6054429555571696464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=6054429555571696464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6054429555571696464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6054429555571696464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2008/02/magazine.html' title='magazine'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2538106173997597538</id><published>2007-12-06T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:20:44.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 10 (okay....12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R1ggsPRumwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QxV6F91hGS8/s1600-h/toptencollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R1ggsPRumwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QxV6F91hGS8/s320/toptencollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140894919030643458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the list.....I have these (or very similar) items in my closet (except for the yummy red coat...in real life,  I am still wearing my trusty black wool.)  The top three items are my basic daily uniform...which is definitely how I think of it.  I am in the process of adding color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Black trousers&lt;br /&gt;2.  Black cardigan sweater&lt;br /&gt;3.  White scoop neck T&lt;br /&gt;4.  Red turtleneck sweater&lt;br /&gt;5.  Plaid wool bias-cut skirt (found mine at Goodwill for $3)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Black wedge-heeled knee-high boots (mine are suede, but I want a new pair)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Black tights (those red plaid shoes are cool too....but they don't count)&lt;br /&gt;8. Bright coat (I still want a great coat...the one from &lt;a href="http://www.us.redoute.com/clothing/Folk-embroidered-Wool-Car-Coat.aspx?PfId=42973&amp;amp;DeptId=14062&amp;amp;ProductTypeId=1&amp;amp;PurchaseType=0"&gt;La Redoutte&lt;/a&gt; was not a success)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Crochet scarf (I have several scarves that I knitted last year...now I want to crochet, and I have plenty of yarn to make something like this funky number)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Cloche hat with funky flower (I love hats, and as a knitter, I have several that I made for myself...this one is next--I just bought the pattern at my &lt;a href="http://www.knitone.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;11.  Tote bag (mine is black, white &amp;amp; red, but is slightly different in shape, with red leather trim and handles instead of black)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Totally frivolous bonus:  Black &amp;amp; white print knit wrap dress (I love mine, which has a slightly different print....in another life, I'd wear dresses every day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could add one more thing, it would be big black sunglasses....and then if I could keep adding, I'd add my clogs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2538106173997597538?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2538106173997597538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2538106173997597538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2538106173997597538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2538106173997597538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-10-okay12.html' title='top 10 (okay....12)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R1ggsPRumwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QxV6F91hGS8/s72-c/toptencollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-7422773217499059779</id><published>2007-11-19T15:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:27:19.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diving right in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R0IvvKPU9uI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qkjj7n7euqo/s1600-h/purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R0IvvKPU9uI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qkjj7n7euqo/s320/purse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134719012404786914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love purses, and like to change frequently, but am not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my purse must match my shoes"&lt;/span&gt; kind of girl.  I also do not really care about status brands and labels--I look more for quality and quirky style.  This fall, I acquired two new patterned bags that compliment most of my clothes and add a little flair to my basic black wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like mid-sized structured bags with detail, pockets, and medium-length handles--purses that can be worn as shoulder bags under the arm or carried by the handles.  But my current lifestyle demands a larger bag that can hold an assortment of legos, polly-pockets, slinkys, comic-books, crayons, raisins, goldfish crackers, day-planner, notebook, book or magazine for me, newspaper, knitting... Because I spend a significant amount of time waiting while children are in various after-school activities, I need to always have something in the bag to occupy a waiting child and something to exercise my own brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torture Devices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. (Because of space constraints, I purge purses and shoes regularly, sometimes to my detriment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velveteen Rabbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Dark red leather zip-top crescent-shaped purse with braided shoulder straps, topstitching and rivets and chain accents.  Trendy without being in-your-face.&lt;br /&gt;2. Red/Black op art patterned tote (fabric with red leather trim/handles).&lt;br /&gt;3. Trendy red/orange/purple/black owl patterned tote (fabric with red leather trim/handles)--my little nod to the 70s and my mother's collection of owl figurines.&lt;br /&gt;4. Black leather zip-top bolster-shaped purse with metalic leather trim and brass rivets.&lt;br /&gt;5. Large teal suede saddlebag purse with long across-the-chest strap.  Deceptively roomy...can hold an impressive amount of stuff.  (Suede isn't so practical though with grubby, sticky kids.)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Chocolate zip-top leather bag that looks slightly western...cobuchon accents on strap, ruched on sides and front with drawstrings.  Funkier than most of the purses I own, but the dark color works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stalwart Staples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Black zip-top crescent-shaped purse with silver buckle pocket.&lt;br /&gt;2. Medium brown zip-top bucket bag.&lt;br /&gt;3.  6 plain canvas tote bags that are used for grocery shopping and library visits.&lt;br /&gt;4.  3 brand-new tote bags (based on the &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=177482.0"&gt;Craftster&lt;/a&gt; bag posted by &lt;a href="http://zooza.wordpress.com/2007/11/17/shopping-bags/"&gt;zooza&lt;/a&gt;)  I whipped them up last night and am very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same Time, Next Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Yellow Chinese-satin structured evening bag...gorgeous, but what do I have to wear it with?   Could be worn with the totally impractical, elegant white-linen pantsuit that I don't currently own but have dreams of wearing.  (I'll keep the bag for the dream it provides.)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Black velvet evening bag (shaped like a tiny boat and tote)...this is my absolute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go-to&lt;/span&gt; bag for evening (not that I have many occasions to use it.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Vintage gold evening bag...lovely but ostentatious....especially when worn with the matching gold shoes.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Teal straw bucket bag with plastic handles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. (Found one more hidden in the depths--it's my favorite summer purse, so how could I forget it?)  Tall rectangular black canvas purse with tan leather handles, white top-stitched outside pockets, candy-striped lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am set with purses...nothing seems blatantly missing.  I am sure I'll pick up an occasional purse or two on my weekly thrift-store visit if something jumps out at me, but I'm not actively looking for anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I switch purses frequently and should probably &lt;a href="http://www.islakinc.com/islak0001.html"&gt;buy&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=3988"&gt;make&lt;/a&gt; a purse organizer insert to make swapping easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was easy...if you noticed, I cheated and jumped right in with purses.  Shoes tomorrow, and then I'll get to the hard stuff after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-7422773217499059779?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7422773217499059779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=7422773217499059779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7422773217499059779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7422773217499059779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-purses-and-like-to-change.html' title='diving right in'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R0IvvKPU9uI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qkjj7n7euqo/s72-c/purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3678868378020076385</id><published>2007-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:09:46.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the wild things are....here in pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rz9Kf6PU9tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MQOgwjax5PQ/s1600-h/200px-Where_The_Wild_Things_Are.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rz9Kf6PU9tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MQOgwjax5PQ/s320/200px-Where_The_Wild_Things_Are.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133904012295599826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started with my piles this morning.  I pulled everything out of my closet and started sorting...didn't get very far.  I left the room to answer the phone, and when my brief conversation with my sister was over, I returned to work.  Alas, the 4 monsters (previously referred to as children) had a party in my absence.  My clothes are now completely jumbled together from being jumped on and tossed about like confetti.  I threw them all in a big tub (the clothes, not the kids) and will resume piling on Monday.  (My car is in the shop anyway, so I won't be going anywhere.)  Well, at least I did find something to wear to dinner tonight.  (Hooray!!! We have a babysitter!!!!  just hope the monsters have reverted back to children by then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo very far behind everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3678868378020076385?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3678868378020076385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3678868378020076385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3678868378020076385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3678868378020076385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-wild-things-arehere-in-pittsburgh.html' title='where the wild things are....here in pittsburgh'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rz9Kf6PU9tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MQOgwjax5PQ/s72-c/200px-Where_The_Wild_Things_Are.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-5046374543454275370</id><published>2007-11-12T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:22:36.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Party in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RzlAgeROFCI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3j28III3DM/s1600-h/0306_kids_iceboxcookies_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RzlAgeROFCI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3j28III3DM/s320/0306_kids_iceboxcookies_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132204176990671906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've surprised myself by actually planning a party.  It will happen on a weekday during the first week of December while children are in school.  I am inviting nine friends over for brunch and a cookie swap...I know, it does seem a bit suburban and Martha-ish for the likes of me, but maybe I'll add a little punk rock and polka to the expected background holiday music for a touch of rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrimp and grits&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I am originally from the deep, deep south)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ham and biscuits&lt;/span&gt; (I learned to make biscuits from Aunt Dolly when I was 10, and from then on have been the designated biscuit baker for all family occasions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiche &lt;/span&gt;(with spinach, mushrooms and gruyere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salad greens with clementine wedges &lt;/span&gt;(balsamic vinaigrette topped with sunflower seeds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;Assortment of small finger desserts...tarts, cream puffs, petit-fours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask each friend to bring 6-dozen home baked holiday cookies, and we'll swap...so each will go home with a mixture of 6-dozen cookies to put in the freezer and serve to guests as needed over the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends are Jewish, one is Pagan, and one insists she is going to celebrate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus"&gt;Festivus&lt;/a&gt;...but all of us love cookies and are excited to try this.  It will be an interesting group of women...some new friends and some old friends.  I am considering having some simple craft we could make together and take home as a gift...am trying to figure out what that might be....I have to pull out my secret stash of &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/"&gt;Living&lt;/a&gt; magazines for inspiration (though I purged nearly all of my extensive magazine collection during the cure, I just couldn't bring myself to part with the holiday issues of Living or the now defunct Martha Stewart Kids, I have those 20-odd magazines neatly hidden away in a basement cupboard for an occasion such as this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.C. (before children), we used to entertain friends for dinner on a regular basis, but have done so infrequently in the past few years, since my children seem to turn into circus performers, wild things, or spawn of the devil the instant any visitor crosses the threshold.  This is why the party aspect of the cure seemed so daunting to me, but by hosting this during school hours, the little complications are removed from the equation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-5046374543454275370?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5046374543454275370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=5046374543454275370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5046374543454275370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5046374543454275370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/11/party-in-making.html' title='A Party in the Making'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RzlAgeROFCI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3j28III3DM/s72-c/0306_kids_iceboxcookies_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-5842881699224905090</id><published>2007-11-12T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:22:38.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe'/><title type='text'>Joyous colors: overall plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(this is me with DH and our brood taken during our summer vacation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RzhqHOROE9I/AAAAAAAAACg/cVO2qQcKen4/s1600-h/familyonatrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RzhqHOROE9I/AAAAAAAAACg/cVO2qQcKen4/s320/familyonatrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968447710630866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the &lt;a href="http://www.donnafujii.com/"&gt;Color Self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donnafujii.com/"&gt; Analysis&lt;/a&gt; and am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High Contrast Winter...&lt;/span&gt;which means my flattering colors would be dark clear primary colors with these specific suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;Neutral:    Black (I have this covered at least)&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Red:    Light Pink (I haven't worn this color since 1982)&lt;br /&gt;Power Red:    Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Color:   Deep Aqua (Teal)&lt;br /&gt;Understated:    Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;Metal:    Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season, I've been attracted to deep teal, bright yellow, pumpkin, dark red, chocolate, moss green, dusky plum and midnight blue.   The bright yellow is the only one on my list that is clearly unflattering to my skin tone...so, at least my likes pretty much mesh with the suggested flattering colors.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I plan to stick with my basic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black-on-bottom&lt;/span&gt; uniform (with the addition of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish-list&lt;/span&gt; skirt in chocolate and one in dark charcoal)  I plan to add these colors in tops/accessories:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFC-ROE-I/AAAAAAAAACo/dxx6jIqzHos/s1600-h/reddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFC-ROE-I/AAAAAAAAACo/dxx6jIqzHos/s320/reddress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131998061510136802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFDeROE_I/AAAAAAAAACw/hAnEqdz_xP8/s1600-h/purpletunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFDeROE_I/AAAAAAAAACw/hAnEqdz_xP8/s320/purpletunic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131998070100071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFDeROFAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DNVYD3HAIkg/s1600-h/bluedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFDeROFAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DNVYD3HAIkg/s320/bluedress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131998070100071426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFDeROFBI/AAAAAAAAADA/uOMwaK0XdIU/s1600-h/greentunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RziFDeROFBI/AAAAAAAAADA/uOMwaK0XdIU/s320/greentunic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131998070100071442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in a fit of insanity, I ordered this &lt;a href="http://www.us.redoute.com/clothing/Folk-embroidered-Wool-Car-Coat.aspx?PfId=42973&amp;amp;DeptId=14062&amp;amp;ProductTypeId=1&amp;amp;PurchaseType=0"&gt;coat&lt;/a&gt; in charcoal.  It seemed a reasonable price and has a touch of the bohemian that I am seeking--it might be a bit flamboyant for ferrying kids around town, but I splurged.  I also might buy this &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Black-Belted-Long-Wool/dp/B000R07AC4/qid=1194887423/ref=br_1_3/602-8589797-9810228?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=386394011&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;index=tgt-mf-mv&amp;amp;field-browse=386394011&amp;amp;rank=%2Bdaterank&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;coat&lt;/a&gt; from Target (in real-life, the color is definitely more teal than the picture shows, the price is good, and I definitely get a lot of use out of coats during a Pittsburgh winter.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-5842881699224905090?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5842881699224905090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=5842881699224905090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5842881699224905090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5842881699224905090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/11/joyous-colors-overall-plan.html' title='Joyous colors: overall plan'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RzhqHOROE9I/AAAAAAAAACg/cVO2qQcKen4/s72-c/familyonatrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-6988439528758881240</id><published>2007-11-10T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:35:42.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe'/><title type='text'>Wardrobe Therapy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;What's this?&lt;br /&gt;You can read all about it &lt;a href="http://anotherdayanothercure.blogspot.com/2007/10/wardrobe-therapy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Wende in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has decided to expand MGR's approach to curing one's home to curing one's wardrobe. I’m going to join in too…I’m a Stay-at-Home-Mom of 4 children, and I just turned 40—I feel like I’ve lost my own sense of style and am definitely in a fashion rut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that my youngest child has started attending pre-school, I am spending more time outside of the house volunteering for various organizations, and am trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. As a former clothes-horse turned frumpy mom, I’d like to regain some of my &lt;i style=""&gt;joie de vivre&lt;/i&gt; and look a little bit hipper (and a little less hippier).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;When I first left my career in development for an art museum to become a SAHM, I had really nice clothes and nowhere to wear them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After years (yes, years…I had 4 children in 5 years) of pregnancies and the resulting changes in my figure, I wear black.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Black pants, black shirts, black skirts, black tights, black coats, black shoes, black sunglasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know people refer to me as “Link’s mom, you know, the woman who always wears black.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will ALWAYS love a good pair of black pants, but I truly need to add life and color and pattern back into my wardrobe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:15;" &gt;The Quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Favorites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candidate for "Best Dressed," real or fictional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always loved historical dramas for the luscious clothes….I’m someone who has been known to watch movies solely for the clothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Out of &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;…Room with a View…Howard’s End…all those Jane Austen flicks…&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;….Elizabeth…all the Merchant Ivory films.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I aspire to the preppy-bohemian-artiste/trendy-librarian look, but my real wardrobe does not resemble these clothes…I never wear pastels, embroidery, velvet, lace or romantic gauzy things. Or any pattern, ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Off the top of my head, I can’t think of a real person who dresses that way—I haven’t picked up a fashion magazine in a long, long time…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Favorite garment/outfit EVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first “real” career out of college, I worked in a law firm where women HAD to wear suits with skirts….I had the most perfect black suit from Ann Taylor….fit me like it was custom tailored for me and looked great in the office or out on the town….it had beautiful buttons and an unusual curved neckline—looked vaguely like a Chanel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always felt like a million bucks in that suit. I probably wore it a bit too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current favorite garment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of black pants that actually fit me well—purchased at Kohl’s—liked them so much I bought three pair. A black tailored trench coat that fits me really well and makes me feel like I live in NYC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite thing to wear, if reality weren't an issue in any way, shape, or form.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown a-line embellished velvet skirt, teal vintage-look cardigan with skinny brown belt, ethnic bead necklace, patterned tights, knee-high dark brown boots, paisley scarf thrown casually around shoulders—with a Russian-inspired embroidered coat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t currently own this outfit or have the guts to wear it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;or&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;A straight floor length low-cut black velvet dress by Oleg Cassini that I found in a discount store for less than $10….This dress makes me look about 10 pounds lighter and 10 years younger and accentuates my curves in a positive way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a stay at home mother of 4 young children can you imagine any time I’d actually have the opportunity to wear this garment out of my house? I do pull it out of the back of my closet and try it on sometimes to fantasize.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite store, given unlimited wealth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know…maybe &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/2004/style/020904/power/2.html"&gt;Prada&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/category.jsp;jsessionid=3032D57E6DD5D7FFC29DDE6B47EBE2A1.app24-node3?navAction=jump&amp;amp;navCount=0&amp;amp;id=APPAREL"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.eileenfisher.com/scripts/ecatalogisapi.dll/group?group=137038&amp;amp;Template=9990000001057050"&gt;Eileen Fisher&lt;/a&gt;—I love those clothes, but I don’t know if they are made to fit me. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Add in some vintage thrift-store finds for personality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite fashion faux-pas story to tell, now that the scars have healed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade during the early 1980s when everyone was extremely label conscious and actually took the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Official_Preppy_Handbook"&gt;Official Preppy Handbook&lt;/a&gt; seriously, I was mortified when a popular, snobby girl made sure everyone knew that I had worn the same pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans (I owned only one pair) several times in one week (oh the horror!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure I’ve had other faux-pas that I’ve blocked out of my memory, but one good thing about wearing all black is that it is generally easy blend into any environment and is generally appropriate for any occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Live &amp;amp; the People Around You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there were a uniform for the place where you spend most of your time, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the moms around me wear black track suits with stripes down the leg and matching hoodie or t-shirt with yoga pants, jeans or khaki capris. (I absolutely never wear track-suits, jeans or t-shirts—somehow they make me look very butch, and forget about khaki capris—NEVER in a million years)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I definitely have my own uniform…black pants, white v-neck, black cardigan or jacket, black clogs, sunglasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s how I think of it too…a uniform that I really never have to think much about...just grab it, throw it on, and go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there were a uniform for where you spend your leisure, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the problem with your wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Too much black.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not enough color.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Need more flair with accessorizing, and details that express my personality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your wardrobe could speak, what would it say is the problem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighten up for a change! Are you in mourning? Trying to blend in? Trying to look skinny when you aren’t?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give us some color and shape!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop buying baggy black things to camouflage yourself and let us embrace your curves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What one thing do you want your wardrobe to do more of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you want people to say about your wardrobe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s very hip and interesting-looking for a middle-aged mother of four children.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, you’re right. I think she might be an artist.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-6988439528758881240?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6988439528758881240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=6988439528758881240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6988439528758881240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6988439528758881240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/11/wardrobe-therapy.html' title='Wardrobe Therapy?'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3715381251395075275</id><published>2007-11-02T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:13:25.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week eight??? already???</title><content type='html'>Though absent from the blogging world for a few weeks, I still plugged away at the cure.  Accomplishments:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got the bathroom cleaned and purged tons of excess bed sheets &amp;amp; pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Deep-cleaned the children's rooms and got rid of several bags of unneeded/outgrown clothing.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Deep-cleaned our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;4. Purchased one set of pretty bed sheets. (even though I previously declared a moratorium.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Deep-cleaned the dining room and organized shelves and books...purchased lampshades for outdated chandelier's glass shades.&lt;br /&gt;6. Deep-cleaned the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite ready to party yet, but do have plans to invite friends to dinner in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to do the one-room treatment on the master bedroom,   then the living room.  We finally have enough money saved up to rewire our house and purchase some new appliances, which means some updating of the kitchen (a dishwasher--yay!!).   Once the rewiring is done, I'll have another round of curing to do, because we will have some wall repair and repainting.  I'll finally be able to move husband's electronics and record albums (thousands!) from the living room to the attic (it will be his man cave), which will leave room in the living room for some bookshelves flanking the fireplace and an additional arm chair.  I think I'll paint the living room a pale yellow to bring in some sunlight, and I want to hang velvet drapes.  I love this picture of &lt;a href="http://chicago.apartmenttherapy.com/chicago/fall-colors-2007-midwest/4-catiaelizabeths-instantly-feels-like-home-033259"&gt;Catiaelizabeth's &lt;/a&gt;living room from the Fall Colors Contest, and will use it for inspiration:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Ryym4A_iCXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9DpLNnskZUo/s1600-h/catiaelizabeths-livingroom+on+AT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Ryym4A_iCXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9DpLNnskZUo/s320/catiaelizabeths-livingroom+on+AT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128657556937509234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love this photo of &lt;a href="http://chicago.apartmenttherapy.com/chicago/fall-colors-2007-midwest/midwest-fall-colors-finalist-3-erins-home-of-happiness-035392"&gt;Erin's Home of Happiness&lt;/a&gt;  (I will eventually figure out where I can use a tiny bit of wallpaper somewhere in my house)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RyyrkQ_iCYI/AAAAAAAAACY/BZgDTLlE7uI/s1600-h/2007-10-31-erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RyyrkQ_iCYI/AAAAAAAAACY/BZgDTLlE7uI/s320/2007-10-31-erin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128662715193231746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3715381251395075275?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3715381251395075275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3715381251395075275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3715381251395075275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3715381251395075275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/11/week-eight-already.html' title='week eight??? already???'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Ryym4A_iCXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9DpLNnskZUo/s72-c/catiaelizabeths-livingroom+on+AT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2460985133380444351</id><published>2007-10-18T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:23:00.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>if you don't have anything nice to say....(an aside)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RxgF1iGVD4I/AAAAAAAAACI/cQsVX-Plafk/s1600-h/NancyDrew5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RxgF1iGVD4I/AAAAAAAAACI/cQsVX-Plafk/s320/NancyDrew5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122850993378496386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling bad...not so much because I have an awful head cold and am also taking care of 4 little humans who are also hacking and wheezing, but because I sunk to snarkiness in my comments on some of the entries in the Fall Colors contest.  My mother always said (and yours did too) "if you don't have anything nice to say...."you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason I started feeling like the Nancy Drew of design contests--bothered by some of the contestants' lack of honesty, comments on their own entries, and surreptitious links to other sites, I felt the need to "out" them.  In so doing, I ended up just feeling terrible.  I apologized for one particular comment that left a nasty taste in my mouth.  Don't get me wrong, I don't condone cheating and baseness, but I still don't like the part of me who would feel the need to call them out on it.  These contests seem to bring out the inner bitch in me.  I'm addicted to peering into peoples' homes, but I didn't enter my own house for good reason...so why am I critical of those who have opened their doors for us all to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm no MrGreen....though I do miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2460985133380444351?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2460985133380444351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2460985133380444351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2460985133380444351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2460985133380444351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-dont-have-anything-nice-to-sayan.html' title='if you don&apos;t have anything nice to say....(an aside)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RxgF1iGVD4I/AAAAAAAAACI/cQsVX-Plafk/s72-c/NancyDrew5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-5597883171907422</id><published>2007-10-15T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T05:19:58.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personal dna</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=XuTwxFEqsnaGwTl-HO-CDDDA-00ea&amp;amp;t=Benevolent+Creator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing with the meme from Sadia and Wende&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-5597883171907422?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5597883171907422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=5597883171907422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5597883171907422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5597883171907422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/personal-dna.html' title='personal dna'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-879968401255095066</id><published>2007-10-09T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:00:03.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under the microscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rw0EXyGVD3I/AAAAAAAAACA/pDGR4E8x1mo/s1600-h/IM000571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rw0EXyGVD3I/AAAAAAAAACA/pDGR4E8x1mo/s320/IM000571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119753158021943154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't written anything here in over a week.  I did get the living room deep-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cleaned and de-&lt;br /&gt;cluttered, but I'm feeling kind of overwhelmed...everywhere I look I see something that needs improvement or something I want to change.  My mental list of stuff to buy has been growing longer and longer, and my dissatisfaction seems to be increasing.  I look around me and see the things that a few years ago that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just had to have&lt;/span&gt; as in "if I buy these bookcases, the dining room will be perfectly organized"....and "this brown shag rug will be the perfect addition to the living room"...and "if I buy this computer desk then all my problems with organizing paperwork will be solved."  Now the bookshelves make me feel claustrophobic and the brown rug seems to suck the life out of the room, and of course the computer desk is piled with crap and blocking my chi.  I will slog through this week of de-cluttering the office space (trying to figure out where in the world to relocate it so that I can open up the door between the hall and my bedroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Target and loaded my cart up with the perfect lamp and the perfect bedspread and the perfect pillows, and walked all around the store....and then I put it all back.  I am going on a moratorium of purchasing things until I really get myself through the deep treatment, and then I will go back through the cure and really decide what purchases are necessary.  I think I am finally getting it now... buying more stuff does not really fix the core issues, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; buying stuff might make my life more perfect.  Not so much of a revelation as a realization (I mean it's not rocket science)  I guess I'm a hypocrite because these are messages I have always espoused to my children, I just never convinced myself....in my own heart that it's not the stuff that makes you happy.  I have read so many books on the subject that I could write one myself (of course I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; all of those books and have them stacked on my cluttered dining room shelves and piled on my messy desk.)  Practice what you preach, woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:  the above photo of an ant's head was taken by my 8-year old son, using my old 1980's toy microscope and a digital camera for a school science project...we do have lots of  fun and my life isn't as terrible as this blog sometimes makes it seem.  I just need to remind myself of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-879968401255095066?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/879968401255095066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=879968401255095066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/879968401255095066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/879968401255095066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-i-go-on.html' title='under the microscope'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rw0EXyGVD3I/AAAAAAAAACA/pDGR4E8x1mo/s72-c/IM000571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-8507344815660346710</id><published>2007-10-01T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:45:05.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wall of architectural metal in entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGwJCGVD1I/AAAAAAAAABw/viyuUm1rJ3s/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGwJCGVD1I/AAAAAAAAABw/viyuUm1rJ3s/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Married to a sheet metal crafts-&lt;br /&gt;man...our house (and garage) is filled with archi-&lt;br /&gt;tectural salvage.  These are conductor heads (from the top of downspouts on old buildings) that he replaced.  He likes to keep the originals, because they were all hand-formed, and have a beautiful patina that can't really be replicated without years of snow and rain (acid I presume).  He has lots of different paints and chemicals to age metal and fake a patina, but the new replacements never "really" look old in the same way years of weather and pollution on the originals do.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-8507344815660346710?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8507344815660346710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=8507344815660346710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8507344815660346710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8507344815660346710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/wall-of-architectural-metal-in-entry.html' title='wall of architectural metal in entry'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGwJCGVD1I/AAAAAAAAABw/viyuUm1rJ3s/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2625507773977358412</id><published>2007-10-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:51:28.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entry....after the frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGrQSGVD0I/AAAAAAAAABo/xQDS5UXJtSU/s1600-h/September+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGrQSGVD0I/AAAAAAAAABo/xQDS5UXJtSU/s320/September+2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Worked hard today to get back on track with the cure.  Scrubbed walls, washed venetian blinds, polished wood, put away laundry, filled two bags with "outbox" stuff.  Vacuumed and mopped floors.  Put away many, many, many pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a carpenter build cubbies for children's belongings...the project should be completed within the month...so I am not too focused on creating the perfect landing strip right now.   At least I cleared out the garbage and regained our nice entry hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very content with the color of the space...it seems so dark no matter the time of day, because it receives very little natural light.  When we moved into the house six (!) years ago, I was in such a green and hibernating phase...7 months pregnant in the middle of a nasty winter...nearly every room is some shade of green.  This is such a cold dark space...I'd really like to liven it up.  In the near future, we'll be re-wiring, so repainting will wait until then, but I'm already thinking about colors....yellow, terracotta, lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGxciGVD2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/tJFhft1SVC8/s1600-h/September+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGxciGVD2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/tJFhft1SVC8/s320/September+2007+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116565755417399138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2625507773977358412?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2625507773977358412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2625507773977358412' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2625507773977358412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2625507773977358412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/entryafter-frenzy.html' title='entry....after the frenzy'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGrQSGVD0I/AAAAAAAAABo/xQDS5UXJtSU/s72-c/September+2007+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-263377374862977091</id><published>2007-10-01T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:05:07.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>landing strip?.....dumping ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGnUyGVDzI/AAAAAAAAABg/JRCvzHmB9uc/s1600-h/September+2007+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGnUyGVDzI/AAAAAAAAABg/JRCvzHmB9uc/s320/September+2007+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-263377374862977091?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/263377374862977091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=263377374862977091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/263377374862977091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/263377374862977091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/landing-stripdumping-ground.html' title='landing strip?.....dumping ground.'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGnUyGVDzI/AAAAAAAAABg/JRCvzHmB9uc/s72-c/September+2007+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3195260369211618084</id><published>2007-10-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:01:53.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disaster (with eight-year old's feet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGXHCGVDyI/AAAAAAAAABY/eDgRkuqfbOs/s1600-h/September+2007+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGXHCGVDyI/AAAAAAAAABY/eDgRkuqfbOs/s320/September+2007+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3195260369211618084?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3195260369211618084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3195260369211618084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3195260369211618084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3195260369211618084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='disaster (with eight-year old&apos;s feet)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGXHCGVDyI/AAAAAAAAABY/eDgRkuqfbOs/s72-c/September+2007+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-4757306092891663713</id><published>2007-10-01T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:53:51.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the horror of it all....the entry before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGWniGVDxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TkE89MdsFFw/s1600-h/September+2007+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGWniGVDxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TkE89MdsFFw/s320/September+2007+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-4757306092891663713?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/4757306092891663713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=4757306092891663713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/4757306092891663713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/4757306092891663713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/10/horror-of-it-allthe-entry-before.html' title='the horror of it all....the entry before'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RwGWniGVDxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TkE89MdsFFw/s72-c/September+2007+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-257371670725385187</id><published>2007-09-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:52:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl who can't say no....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rv5YDiGVDwI/AAAAAAAAABI/G_LwOnAi5h8/s1600-h/9466914_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rv5YDiGVDwI/AAAAAAAAABI/G_LwOnAi5h8/s320/9466914_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115623044455665410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I haven't made much visible progress during the last two weeks.  I have gotten a little bit done: cleaned out the fridge,  filled lots of bags up with outgrown childrens' clothing for donation, cleaned out the coat closet....but when you walk in the house, it looks like a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing...I promised myself that I would spend two months on my house, without distraction or making any new commitments.  But I lied.  In the last three weeks I have spent over 40 hours volunteering in my childrens' school, I have spent over 8 hours volunteering for the &lt;a href="http://www.pghtoys.com/"&gt;toy library&lt;/a&gt;, I have hosted a birthday party for 15 five-year-olds, I have committed to chairing a fundraiser, I attended 2 community meetings,  I am in the midst of writing the school newsletter...and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have this problem.  Like Ado Annie, I just can't say no to others....but I am starting to realize that always saying yes to others means saying no to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-257371670725385187?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/257371670725385187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=257371670725385187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/257371670725385187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/257371670725385187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl-who-cant-say-no.html' title='the girl who can&apos;t say no....'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rv5YDiGVDwI/AAAAAAAAABI/G_LwOnAi5h8/s72-c/9466914_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-7226123104567839316</id><published>2007-09-19T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:15:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serendipity!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after my contemplation session,  I decided to look for or make an upholstered headboard for the bedroom....Imagine my surprise when I popped into the Salvation Army today to kill some time before picking-up the gang from school and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cue host of angels singing) &lt;/span&gt;THERE WAS MY HEADBOARD!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Wende, what are the odds?)  King-sized, clean, solidly made, nice classic form.  Set me back a whopping $9.95!  Granted it is currently covered in a pinkish ultrasuede (not my thing at all) but will be so incredibly easy to recover it....now decision time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I interpret my inspiration photos in the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The givens....&lt;br /&gt;1. The bed has to stay in front of the window.&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to use Alana's suggestion to extend the drapery to the width of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. To do that, I must purchase (or make) new drapery&amp;amp; hardware.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will cover the headboard.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will paint the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint all the walls the pale bluish-green.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use flax color for drapes and some of the bed linens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use some deeper turquoise for other bed linens.&lt;br /&gt;4. Boldly go where I have never gone before and use YELLOW! for the headboard?  And add other bits of yellow throughout the room with accessories &amp;amp; artwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently don't own any yellow things, but I realized (with props to Alana) that it is a common thread throughout the inspiration rooms in my style tray.  And I have recently been caught drooling over the images in Jess2NOLA's blog &lt;a href="http://blackwhiteyellow.blogspot.com/"&gt;black.white.yellow.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem too much of a whim to use yellow for the headboard, since I have just discovered my lust for it?  Am I over-thinking this?  Do I over-think almost everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-7226123104567839316?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7226123104567839316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=7226123104567839316' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7226123104567839316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7226123104567839316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/serendipity.html' title='serendipity!'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3249587544791557001</id><published>2007-09-19T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:11:44.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Inspiration from Blueprint Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/1406359481/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/1406359481_5bad312648_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/1406359481/"&gt;Bedroom from Blueprint Magazine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/polkadot/"&gt;p0lkad0t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3249587544791557001?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3249587544791557001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3249587544791557001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3249587544791557001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3249587544791557001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/bedroom-inspiration-from-blueprint.html' title='Bedroom Inspiration from Blueprint Magazine'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/1406359481_5bad312648_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-5428629087085560715</id><published>2007-09-18T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:16:52.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color inspiration for Bedroom from Domino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/453911567/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/453911567_baa37bd5ed_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/453911567/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/polkadot/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-5428629087085560715?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5428629087085560715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=5428629087085560715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5428629087085560715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5428629087085560715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/color-inspiration-for-bedroom-from.html' title='Color inspiration for Bedroom from Domino'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/453911567_baa37bd5ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3262272143795699017</id><published>2007-09-18T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:16:28.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom inspiration from Domino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/453911501/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/453911501_d91804ccea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/453911501/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/polkadot/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3262272143795699017?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3262272143795699017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3262272143795699017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3262272143795699017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3262272143795699017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/bedroom-inspiration-from-domino.html' title='Bedroom inspiration from Domino'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/453911501_d91804ccea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-7339097499211984085</id><published>2007-09-18T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:28:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/1403718699/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1394/1403718699_6ffe4e0bab_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/1403718699/"&gt;the cure bedroom before 004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/polkadot/"&gt;p0lkad0t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-7339097499211984085?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7339097499211984085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=7339097499211984085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7339097499211984085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7339097499211984085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/bedroom-before.html' title='Bedroom Before'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1394/1403718699_6ffe4e0bab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-6710926942846548218</id><published>2007-09-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:30:07.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet contemplation....(or mom! what are you sitting there for?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/1403720235/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1128/1403720235_23ed132cf7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I followed Maxwell's suggestion to sit down in a place in my house where I never sit...I chose the bedroom chair, which though very comfy is usually piled with clothing and harboring an action figure or two.  After clearing the chair of its plastic occupants and putting the clean laundry away, I sat....It was hard, especially the silence part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the deep treatment cure, but the bedroom is definitely one room I want put a bit more effort into.  Besides our mattress, we have never had "real" bedroom furniture, just castoffs and placeholders.  It may be wishful thinking, but I really would like to have a romantic, grown-up space for my husband and I to share--where children knock before entering (and wait for the response).  A place to retreat for rest and reconnection at the end of the day. I think I'm about done with the family bed thing, and I long for a shred of privacy--maybe it is time to modify our open-door policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed a mini-list of improvements for the bedroom (don't know if the budget will handle all of them) This was a good exercise in sticking with it, even when it wasn't so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'd like to do now to improve the bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Paint the stark white a more creamy ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paint the dark blue a more pale greenish-blue (&amp;amp; maybe add blik iron vines or paint a similar design)--or maybe I should paint the whole room the greenish-blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a headboard for the bed...preferably an upholstered one...diy if need be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Clear out some excess furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Remove the kitchen sink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Reevaluate electronics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hang artwork salon style on one wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Update the bedding and drapery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Find the skeleton key that fits the door (and lock it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm currently stuck with:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Realism has set in and right now there is no room in our budget for a brand new bed...though as my earlier post indicated we are in desperate need of one.  Don't know any other way to achieve that than to save, save, save for one (maybe in time for the spring cure?)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being a SAHM has its drawbacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dark varnished wood trim &amp;amp; doors. I love the Craftsman trim and original doors elsewhere in the house, but it does make the bedroom seem dark--but it also seems kind of sac-religious to paint it (not to mention the superhuman effort it would take to strip the oil-based varnish--maybe when the kids are grown?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Yes, we really do have a kitchen sink in the bedroom--our house was built in the late 20's and the owners were worried they'd need to take in a boarder, so they prepared the room so that it could be a stand alone apartment.  The farmhouse-style sink is hidden under a fake highboy looking cabinet, but it takes up a substantial corner of the room. (I must admit it did come in handy for bathing infants.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-6710926942846548218?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6710926942846548218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=6710926942846548218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6710926942846548218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6710926942846548218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/quiet-contemplationor-mom-what-are-you.html' title='quiet contemplation....(or mom! what are you sitting there for?)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1128/1403720235_23ed132cf7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-2969302018627071736</id><published>2007-09-14T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:36:37.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making a to-do list</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Wende &amp;amp; Alana for the great idea of a to-do / done list in the side bar.....i have adopted it, and hope to see progress as time goes on.  Because I was away for 4 days for the funeral, I am not very far along in this week's tasks.  Now I have a busy weekend ahead (after the 3 soccer games and farmer's market visit that are my usual Saturday distractions.)  My floors are littered with child related clutter....legos, backpacks, blocks, matchbox cars, polly pockets, crayons, socks/shoes, dirty laundry, clean laundry...it's a big job clearing them all and it will last for oh, about 5-minutes or so.  I still need to do the master to-do-list....can I put "make a to-do list" on my to-do list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-2969302018627071736?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/2969302018627071736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=2969302018627071736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2969302018627071736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/2969302018627071736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/making-to-do-list.html' title='making a to-do list'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-5078247414998495836</id><published>2007-09-14T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T05:06:42.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where i've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALDCFLGAILINKYLAMDMIMSNHNJNYNCOHPASCTNTXVAWVWI" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-5078247414998495836?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5078247414998495836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=5078247414998495836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5078247414998495836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5078247414998495836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-ive-been.html' title='where i&apos;ve been'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-8458489298348146431</id><published>2007-09-11T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:18:09.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my aching back (or...the search for the holy grail)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RucwNhjQWNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DMnnvQmcTWs/s1600-h/mattress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RucwNhjQWNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DMnnvQmcTWs/s320/mattress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109105311177791698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bedtime story....&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time....about 6 months ago, Joe and I went on a mission to purchase a new mattress.  We had a king-sized Simmons beautyrest we invested in when we first moved in together...it was a comfortable mattress that served us well over those 14 years...through the first days, years, and decade of our marriage...the conceptions and births of our four beautiful children....the up and down stages of our relationship, the jumping up and down stages of our kids....the itchy stages, the madly in love again stages....even the peeing in the bed stages (kids, not us!)  One day, our 5-year-old daughter used a pair of child-sized safety scissors to cut through a gorgeous set of 800-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and the entire top layer of our mattress.  (Oh the travails of parenthood of a semi-slacker mom....she used those same "safety" scissors to lop off her younger sister's beautiful ponytailed ringlets--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe I should start another blog.&lt;/span&gt;)  After all that, we agreed it was time to buy a new mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We researched, shopped, tested (as well as one can in a bright, fluorescent-lit mattress store showroom)....We finally found the mattress we wanted.  We chose it because it was locally manufactured by real people working in a building we could really see....made from scratch; coils, springs and all, Amish-built wood frames, even...and it favorably compared to the top-of-the-line national brands.  We bought the firmest, plushest, most expensive king-sized model they had.  (I must admit here that it was also upholstered in a gleaming, creamy white that dazzled my eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 6 months....my husband and I are sleeping on the floor.  Our children are jumping on, sleeping in (and yes, sometimes peeing) the beautiful white bed.  The mattress is absolutely uncomfortable.  I wake up after sleeping in it feeling like I'm 90-years-old....my husband sees the chiropractor weekly.  I've tried toppers, pads, boards, pillows...nothing works....the mattress will not be tamed.  Our bones are aching and our pockets are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look forward several weeks to the bedroom phase of the deep-cure, I realize what must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest begins anew........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-8458489298348146431?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8458489298348146431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=8458489298348146431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8458489298348146431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8458489298348146431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-aching-back-orthe-search-for-holy.html' title='oh my aching back (or...the search for the holy grail)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RucwNhjQWNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DMnnvQmcTWs/s72-c/mattress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3081936611297002719</id><published>2007-09-11T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T04:48:57.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>granny dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RuaAdRjQWKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1aHiE22TK_I/s1600-h/birdfigurine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RuaAdRjQWKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1aHiE22TK_I/s320/birdfigurine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108912067714242722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Granny Dot kept her home spotless.  She vacuumed and dusted daily. You would never find an object out of place or a dirty dish in the sink.  Her home smelled of wonderful food, Murphy's and Febreeze.  You could "eat off the kitchen floor."   Granny Dot was not a warm and fuzzy grandmother....she didn't much care for hugs or kisses.  She wasn't very patient with little children and the messes that follow them.  She worked very hard her entire life...raised 4 daughters and a son after her husband died suddenly, leaving her a widow at 38.  She was a ward secretary for the hospital, and knew absolutely everything about every doctor in town.  If someone in the family was sick, they'd call Granny Dot for a referral to the very best doctor for any given ailment (and they'd get a rundown on the doctor's personal life too).   As a timid child, I was quite frightened by Granny's gruff exterior and strict ways, and (though I hate to admit it) I dreaded visiting her house--where children should be seen and not heard, and you couldn't sit on the furniture or touch any of the beautiful porcelain birds and flowers that graced every polished, doily-covered surface.  Sometimes she would wind up a musical one for us to listen to, but mostly, we had to sit and be still and quiet.  I did not think she liked me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew to an adult and spent more time with my grandmother, we got to know each other better, and I grew to understand her life from a different perspective.  I learned about her  childhood during the depression, and her difficult marriage to my alcoholic grandfather, who would come home on Friday, lock himself in a room and drink non-stop until Sunday.  I learned about her deep struggles with depression--so paralyzing that she had electroshock treatments, and once spent months away from her children.  As a mother of 4 children myself, I came to understand how hard it was for her to have 4 children within 4 years and the 5th child just a few years later, so that she had 5 children under the age of 9.  When her husband died, she had to go to work, and she worked very hard--sometimes working 2 jobs--to raise her children.  She did not have an easy life.  We shared a deep love of books, and she would read voraciously and pass her favorites on to me.  She had an amazing deadpan sense of humor (that I just never understood as a child)  When I introduced her to a boyfriend she would size them up immediately, and not one passed muster....but when Joe came into my life, she adored him and knew before I did that he was the one.  She was a wealth of advice about marriage and children.  I learned that she loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mellowed a bit as she grew older, and it was a joy for me to see how she welcomed my children into her home.  Though she still was not physically demonstrative with her affection, my kids looked forward to visiting Granny Dot, where they could find sparkling bowls of candy in every room and the best okra soup and pimento cheese sandwiches on earth.  She was genuinely interested in hearing about their accomplishments in school, and she had framed pictures of them all over her house.  They did not have to sit like little porcelain statues and be perfect and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny Dot died yesterday.  I admire her strength of personality and her steadfast devotion to her children.  I understand why she was such a tough cookie.  I will always hold her in my heart, and I will place one of her precious musical porcelain birds on my shelf so I can think of her--but I will let my children touch it, and wind it up if they want to.  I want them to know they were precious to her also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3081936611297002719?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3081936611297002719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3081936611297002719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3081936611297002719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3081936611297002719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/granny-dot.html' title='granny dot'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RuaAdRjQWKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1aHiE22TK_I/s72-c/birdfigurine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1831627938464046957</id><published>2007-09-07T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:32:33.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fellow AT curators (sounds better than curers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sadiab/1324248021/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1340/1324248021_d1ad23d67f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sadiab/1324248021/"&gt;sm_stove.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sadiab/"&gt;SadiaB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this kitchen seen in SadiaB's style tray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing everyone's pictures, I started thinking about why the idea of participating in the cure with a group of others is so appealing...just having a community of people who are walking on the same path--sharing experiences, struggles, joy.  Some are definitely further ahead on the journey, and some of us are just beginning the walk...There are varying tastes, budgets, situations and locations, but the wealth of knowledge that is shared as we are all working together is so inspiring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1831627938464046957?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1831627938464046957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1831627938464046957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1831627938464046957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1831627938464046957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/fellow-at-curators-sounds-better-than.html' title='fellow AT curators (sounds better than curers)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1340/1324248021_d1ad23d67f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-6272945387208841797</id><published>2007-09-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:28:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm such a dweeb</title><content type='html'>i just entered the &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com"&gt;apartment therapy&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.whatisblik.com"&gt;blik&lt;/a&gt; contest to win wall decals for my bedroom...after re-reading what i wrote, i think i sound like a total nerd.  oh well....that's me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-6272945387208841797?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6272945387208841797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=6272945387208841797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6272945387208841797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/6272945387208841797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-such-dweeb.html' title='i&apos;m such a dweeb'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-5347657350591390313</id><published>2007-09-04T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:18:52.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kitchen before pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rt27km7Xn6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QxAhue1qrTM/s1600-h/IM001208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rt27km7Xn6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QxAhue1qrTM/s320/IM001208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106443790107254690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures of the now clean, but still cluttered kitchen...In here, I'd like to find better storage, organizing, paperwork management and garbage/recycling solutions, and liven up the drab black/white/greenish-grey color scheme with touches of yellow.  Visit my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/sets/72157600937180739/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; page for more before pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rt27HG7Xn5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p-ia-Gqc-Xk/s1600-h/IM001215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rt27HG7Xn5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p-ia-Gqc-Xk/s320/IM001215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106443283301113746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-5347657350591390313?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5347657350591390313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=5347657350591390313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5347657350591390313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/5347657350591390313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/kitchen-before-pics.html' title='kitchen before pics'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/Rt27km7Xn6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QxAhue1qrTM/s72-c/IM001208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-7942116937064485297</id><published>2007-09-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:25:34.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feng shui for dopes</title><content type='html'>I watched a program about feng-shui, and this is what I got out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feng-shui is a study devoted to creating the best environment to live in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wind and water are the life forces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intention is the sixth-sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chi is the combined energy of people living in the home and the environment of the home.  Chi is like the DNA of the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Energy flows in a harmonious environment and is disrupted in a disharmonious environment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help the chi flow in my home, these are some specific things I figure I should start with:&lt;br /&gt;1.  unclutter the whole house, especially the entryway &amp; bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;2.  rearrange furniture to the commanding position&lt;br /&gt;3. add plants, crystals and mirrors&lt;br /&gt;4. clean top of fridge (only thing that should be there is a plant)&lt;br /&gt;5. clear things from under the bed&lt;br /&gt;6. no tv in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;7. get a goldfish&lt;br /&gt;8. put some yellow things in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;9. add some red to dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit confused with the Ba Gua map and how to find the different areas of the home, and what colors belong there, but I think that my dining room would be the wealth area, and my kitchen would be the health &amp; children segment.  Bedroom would be marriage &amp; relationship, boys room would be knowledge, girls room is fame.  I probably am reading the map wrong....I've never been good with reading maps and following directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic premise of uncluttering and rearranging furniture to allow for flow through the house is a smart thing to do and easily accomplished....plus my kids have been begging for a pet--a goldfish is certainly an easy enough pet to care for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-7942116937064485297?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7942116937064485297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=7942116937064485297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7942116937064485297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/7942116937064485297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/feng-shui-for-dopes.html' title='feng shui for dopes'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-3760460507786074493</id><published>2007-09-03T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:25:07.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the beginning (week one)</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polkadot/sets/72157600061337497/"&gt;style tray&lt;/a&gt; on flickr even though I'm doing the deep treatment....now I need to:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Make a list of repairs and solutions&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacuum and mop all the floors (just purchased the retro metrovac and am excited to use it!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove one item to the outbox&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;5. Sit for 10 minutes in a part of the house that I never sit in&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Purchase earth-friendly cleaning products &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(done!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-3760460507786074493?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/3760460507786074493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=3760460507786074493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3760460507786074493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/3760460507786074493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-beginning-week-one.html' title='in the beginning (week one)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-8505778961337294958</id><published>2007-09-03T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:15:39.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the plan</title><content type='html'>I'm doing the Deep Treatment for my 3-bedroom home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week One&lt;/span&gt;--Whole house (clean, list repairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Two&lt;/span&gt;--Kitchen (clean, declutter, cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Three&lt;/span&gt;--Front Hall (clean, declutter, plan a landing strip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Four&lt;/span&gt;--Living Room (clean, declutter, arrange color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Five&lt;/span&gt;--Office (clean, declutter, organize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Six&lt;/span&gt;--Bathroom (clean, declutter, arrange light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Seven&lt;/span&gt;--Bedroom (clean, declutter, arrange art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week Eight&lt;/span&gt; (get ready for a housewarming)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-8505778961337294958?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8505778961337294958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=8505778961337294958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8505778961337294958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/8505778961337294958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/plan.html' title='the plan'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1330754068285174678</id><published>2007-09-03T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:08:19.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;List your favorite in each category:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn, Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cary Grant, Clive Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Turrell, Edward Hopper, Jackson Pollack, Henry Moore, Vermeer (the list goes on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martin Amis, Evelyn Waugh, Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brave Combo, Van Morrison, Wilco, Sex Pistols (polka to punk and lots in between)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indian, Italian, Southern soul-food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automobile: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my dream car:  a bottle-green jaguar....what I really drive:  a mini-van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television show: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic shapes with modern flair--Prada, Nicole Miller, the Gap (lots of black clothes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you describe your style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contemporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bohemian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where have you lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you were born: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; El Paso, TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about a dozen different southern coastal small towns stretching from SC to VA....add in a dose of Waco, TX, South Bend, IN and Fayetteville, WV.  we never stayed anywhere for more than a year or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As an adult:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charleston, SC (3 years) and Pittsburgh (14 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whom would you consider a role model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What three adjectives describe the qualities that you admire in this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confident&lt;br /&gt;(4.  creative&lt;br /&gt;5. nurturing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is the problem with your (home)?&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; disjointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cluttered &amp; dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your (home) could speak, what would it say is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't breathe, and I need some loving care to make me feel comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one thing would you like to do  or do more of in your (home)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entertain......(and also be more creative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight weeks from now, when this project is done, if friends came to visit, how would you like them to describe your home?&lt;br /&gt;1. Comfortable&lt;br /&gt;2. Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;3. Interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head&lt;br /&gt;1.  Does your home support everything you want to do?  N&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do you use your home often? Y&lt;br /&gt;3.  Is there room for everything you want to do at home? N&lt;br /&gt;4.  Is there a good space for what is most important to you? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;5.  Do you consider your home beautiful? N&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do you feel you have a sense of style? Y&lt;br /&gt;7.  Does your clothing express your style? Y&lt;br /&gt;8.  Does your home express your style? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do you consider your home comfortable? N&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you sleep well at night? Y&lt;br /&gt;11. Is your home organized? N&lt;br /&gt;12. Is it easy to clean and declutter? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you consider your home to be in good shape? N&lt;br /&gt;14. Is everything in good working order? N&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you take care of repairs quickly? N&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you clean your home often? N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, my home is "very ill. depressing. serious problems that are harmful to your health."  I need this cure badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1330754068285174678?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1330754068285174678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1330754068285174678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1330754068285174678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1330754068285174678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/interview.html' title='the interview'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267700444956079055.post-1947451684780502358</id><published>2007-09-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:26:30.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apartment therapy (the eight-step home cure)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RtzPXG7Xn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWUZ6-MeDKs/s1600-h/IM000347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RtzPXG7Xn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWUZ6-MeDKs/s320/IM000347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106184073434865538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(my messy pre-cure kitchen in all its glory...complete with dirty dishes, cabinets open, stuff on the counters....the real deal!!!  No photo-styling or cleaning up for company here, my friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love this book....it has changed the way I look at my home.  And I've become totally addicted to the weblog,  &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/"&gt;www.apartmenttherapy.com&lt;/a&gt;!   Maxwell Gillingham-Ryan has created a wonderfully simple step-by-step plan for making a space into a home and figuring out how to find your own style within your own budget.  Geared toward the apartment dweller, but totally adaptable to the homeowner, the plan is broken down into bite-sized pieces--weekly assignments with a reward at the end.  I am so excited to begin this transformative process and start on a journey of creating a truly healthy, happy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book that has been an inspiration to me to change my life and cure my home:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peterwalshdesign.com/"&gt;It's All Too Much, by Peter Walsh&lt;/a&gt;.  Walsh has written an honest, simple book that gets to the heart of why we accumulate clutter and live with more than we need, and how to free our space, mind and life of what we no longer need.  The book struck a chord with me, and I spent the summer decluttering my basement and attic and unburdening myself of accumulated posessions.  I have a long way to go, but feel good that I've gotten started on the path to a simpler, more satisfying life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267700444956079055-1947451684780502358?l=curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/feeds/1947451684780502358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267700444956079055&amp;postID=1947451684780502358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1947451684780502358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267700444956079055/posts/default/1947451684780502358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curingwhatailsme.blogspot.com/2007/09/apartment-therapy-eight-step-home-cure.html' title='apartment therapy (the eight-step home cure)'/><author><name>curing what ails me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726394381391378367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/R9NXc6MW3CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nGOLpRKQIxo/S220/polkadot.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4uNGWUcrSEE/RtzPXG7Xn4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWUZ6-MeDKs/s72-c/IM000347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
