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My name is Margot and I am a self-taught cook and decorator.  Actually, I started out wanting to write and illustrate children's books, but opted for a career in telecommunications with big corporate America.

Yeah, that translates.

Art finds a way, though.

For me, food and cooking was always from scratch.  While my friends were all scarfing down fat-free and sugar-free, I wouldn't open a jar or a can.  For the most part, I still don't. 

I strive to cook with natural, seasonal foods and treat them with respect. Through trial and error, I've perfected my cooking methods to render the most out of the ingredients I use.  When I would give out my recipe, I always got the same comment.  "It just wasn't like yours."  Then I finaly learned it was my personal techniques that made the difference in the dish. 

So here is what I wasn't writing down, along with my seasonal take on what we cook and eat and the stuff we make and do.  Just don't look at the mess in the kitchen.

Saturday
Oct172020

New Bern, NC

     

Its been nearly three years since Chris and I made our first trip to New Bern to check it out, and the road to a new house was paved with a terrible real estate market in Connecticut, a difficult move out, a difficult transition to get to New Bern, a rental, a final night in a dump of a hotel because our moving company Wmixed up the dates, only to be voilated finally by the moving crew that packed us up with the theft of more than $25,000 worth of our belongings. 

But we made it, and we just finished up some of the major renovations and our designer sent her photographer over and now we can show you the results.

When we bought this house, we were five days from buying another house we weren't really happy with, when this one came on the market.  We saw it the same day and bought it the same day, and just moved in.  Cleaned the carpets, but that was it. 

Before 2 months had gone by, I couldn't stand the carpeting, the colors, the paint, the chair rail, the bathrooms, the lack of porch and a fireplace in the wrong room (my office).

We simultaneously ripped up all of the flooring everyplace in the house except for the kitchen and bathrooms, ripped off the chair railing that covered nearly every wall, ripped the old fireplace out of my office, and built a new fireplace where the old slider to the deck had been. 

It was like living in a wooden crate for 6 weeks.  As they crew moved from one side of the house to the other, we had to pack up belongings and move them to the other side, and then back again.  More than once.

And then there was the dust.  Everywhere.  We had to mud and sand nearly every wall once the chair rail was pulled off.  Not to mention the painter sanded all the walls before he put 2 coats of primer and 3 coats of paint on them.  But they look like velvet!

JThen the flooring got ripped up.  Once again, start on one side of the house, move belongings to the other side, and then back again as the crew shifted sides.  And then the whole thing started over when they installed the floors.

The first thing we did was take down the shutters that matched the green door.  And painted the door black.  I want to paint the inside of the door black, but Chris won't let me.  He thinks it will look stupid because there isn't any other black in the house. ( Wait until he sees what I have planned for the kitchen.)

The inside foyer

The dining room

 

The living room with the new fireplace.

My new office door that used to be just a big opening to the den the former owners used.  Its now my office.

This is the Girl's Room.

The hallway looking down at the Master Bedroom.

This is the new porch.  It used to be an inside Carolina Room.  That's just like a Florida Room, but in a different state.

 

We gutted the original "Carolina" room, which was also carpeted in a 12 year old boys room blue, with matching blue carpeting.  Really you would have loved it.  Everyone who saw it commented.  It was also completely open to the kitched.  We closed it off with big sliding french doors.  It has motorized retracting screens for when the bugs bite.

We don't have a view of the vineyard anymore, but we do have a lovely view of the golf course with the largest pond.  Not just a water hazard, it attracts blue and white herons, hawks and turtles.  And the occasional splash that could be either a fish or a golf ball.

Below is the new deck, now all at the same level as the porch.  The original Carolina room was closed in with windows, and stepped down to an old pressure treated deck that was sorely in need of replacement.  Given the number of steps from my Clinton kitched to the grill outside, we decided to include a built in grill.  This is the back of the new fireplace, with new sidelights.

That's our old sewing machine table that was on the porch, with different granite.

The is the entire back of the house as it looks now.  The four windows on the other side look out from my office onto the golf course.

We wanted a master bath that was similar to our configuration in Connecticut.  Each of us had a powder room, and we shared the shower room.  This time around, we wanted a bigger shower room.  Its 14 ft long.  We loved the look of black and white in Connecticut as well, and stayed with that here.

The Hallway

My Powder Room

Chris's Powder Room (mine's prettier!)

We each have our end of the shower room.

And beautiful glass shelving in the middle!

And jewelry for lighting!

We redecorating the Master Bedroom and hope to have photos soon.  The next project:  the Kitchen this Spring.  I'm going to miss my blue corian countertops!

 

Saturday
Feb282015

Home Not Forgotten

 

When I was young and single, I would tell my mother (otherwise known as Nan) that if I ever got married, I would probably run away (like she and my Dad did).  

Nan:  Fine

Me: I don't really want a wedding, I just want to be married.

Nan: Fine.  We'll give you the money.

So when Chris and I were planning on getting married, my Dad, not being privy to that conversation with my mother, offered to pay for our wedding. It seemed silly at our age, but I was his oldest daughter, and he adored my husband.  Two mortgages between us.

The crash of 2008 hit both of us pretty hard.  I had just sold my beloved house in Branford, and moved in with Chris.  All part of the plan to eventually consolidate into a single house.  Our Dream House.

Two days after I closed out my house sale and moved in with him, he got laid off from his job in the marine industry.  Good thing one of us was working.  One mortgage between us.  That very week was the big banking crash.

Two months later, I got laid off from my job.  Still one mortgage.

Now what.

Having pulled all of my equity out of both California and now Branford at the right time I had a pretty big lump of cash.  Having purchased his house in 2002, Chris had some benefit from the housing run up, and he had a pretty good equity position as well.  We could still do it, and come out mortage free.

Six months and 75 house showing later (Chris had by now given up looking and let me cull the herd), I call his mobile phone.  He was on his way to get Grace the Girl for the weekend.

Me:  You need to get over here and see this.

Chris:  Where are you?

Me:  I'm sitting on an empty foundation looking at Chamard Vineyard.  Stop home and get my checkbook.

We gave the builder a deposit on the spot.

It was going to be almosts perfect.  Not a ranch, but we could still get a great room with a fireplace in the right spot, our own bathrooms, and a view.

What it didn't have was a porch included in the plan.  Or the price.

So, our plans ended up being what my mother and I had always talked about.  We didn't want a wedding, we wanted a porch.

We got a porch for a wedding present.  Thank you, Daddy, we love you and miss you!

 

 

Wednesday
Aug102011

Moving back

I've lived in more than 20 houses and when I was finished renovating and re-decorating, it was time to move to another one.  After decades of moving farther and farther from the Shoreline, my journey back here began as one of familial duty and obligation.  I soothed my California grief by buying an enormous single family house in New England.  By myself.

What was I thinking?

You should have seen the driveway . . . steep, narrow, and twisted.  This picture was taken from the road. 

Connecticut:  2635 Square Feet  $600,000

But the house was perfect for entertaining and close to my family. 

Connecticut:  The Martini Room with one of three fireplaces and 11 rooms in the house

It also seemed cheap, compared to California: 

Newport Beach:  1810 square feet.  $1,090,000

Newport Beach:  Great Room (there were only two rooms on the lower level)

Newport Beach:  Living and Dining (the other room on the lower level)

It seemed an easy decision. . .

My mom was battling cancer, and after only six weeks of living here, I lost the reason I had returned. Now I had a deeper grief to get through.   I had my own home grown therapy:  cooking, decorating, projects, holidays, all involving enormous amounts of energy. 

And then it happened.  The one thing I had wanted all my life and had pretty much given up on. 

Sunday
Aug072011

Don't tell the Universe your plans

I was single for decades. 

I got married for the first time after moving back to The Shoreline when I was in my fifties.  When I met my husband I told my sister,

"He's cute, but I'm not going to marry him." 

Lesson learned, don't tell the Universe your plans. 

The reality is, I finally woke up and learned what is really meaningful in life.  When it came to men, I had spent most of my single life being interested in what was unavailable to me.

And not interested in what was available to me. 

And working in corporate America because somebody had to pay the mortage (not the other way around.)

Until Chris. 

He's my boy now.  I say boy because he is considerably younger than me. Technically, I don't qualify as a cougar, that's more like 15 or 20 years, but he's almost 10 years younger than me. 

He put up with me keeping him at arms length for nearly a year, and to this day I am grateful for that.  He would say I fell in love with his daughter (aka Grace The Girl) first, and he would be near to the truth. The fact is I struggled trying to figure out what he could have done to cause a woman to walk away from being a family with the two of them.

Then I realized it wasn't him.  

And I could made the same mistake myself.

But I didn't.

Once I figured out I could have a little family of my own, it was hook, line and sinker.