I just realized

Photo Nov 24, 7 18 49 PMOddly enough — I cannot stand to read directions.  It’s as if I think I have some kind of divine connection with whatever the product is and I just don’t need to read the directions.  Point made just this very moment when I touched the button to turn on the tree and realized there are also colored lights on the tree.  Who knew? Obviously not me….. because I didn’t read the instructions.  Well cool!

So how did your Thanksgiving turn out? Good I hope.   I felt very blessed for all the activities and invitations.   That’s the interesting part about the post D word (divorce) are the dynamics change – the friends shift – it is what it is.   It’s the nature of the beast.  Interesting enough when I divorced ‘the one who shall not be named’ – I was the one to retain all the medical community friends – even though he was the doctor – he was such a….. well. You get the drift.    Very thankful for friends and those relationships that continue on.   Of course things change its just a fact of life.  Change isn’t necessarily always bad – I suppose I’m a sort of chameleon of sorts – I’m able to be flexible enough to shift from to being single again.  Although I sort of feel as if I was single all along.   I’m rambling – forgive me.   I feel as if a faucet has been turned on and I must write write write — which goes into rambling at times.  ::::wrinkling my nose and smiling::::::

My Thanksgiving recap – my son and I joined neighbors and friends at the Pritchards home.  This is the day before Thanksgiving.  George works for me hosting estate sales and his wife Linda is a flight attendant at the age of 71!! Is that just incredible or what! She’s completely my hero.   It’s always a delight to have any event at their home.  They completely have everything down to a ‘T’.  From dishes to decorations to food.  Lunch was incredible!   THEN….  that evening Andrew and I ubered to the Sun Dial downtown Atlanta.   It’s the lovely iconic round building you’ll see in our skyline.  Sadly, about 2 years ago a small boy was killed in the rotation of the floor (pinched to death I think which is horrific) thus the floor does not rotate at the moment.   Which is a bummer for sure.  It’s the only accident they’ve ever had since opening in 1967.   Hopefully they’ll be up and turning again soon.  Anyway… if you live in Atlanta you’ve seen the building and hopefully you’ve had cocktails and dined in the restaurant.  It’s quite lovely.  You can’t beat the view that’s for sure.

Thanksgiving day, I saw my son off as he headed to his dads (the one who shall not be named) for the holiday.  I drove down to Newnan to see my twin nieces and the baby Charlotte who is really, truly, I’m not being biased here I don’t think  — just the cutest darn two year old you’ll ever see.  She’s just incredibly darling.  I’m sure you’ll agree.   I got my Charlotte fix then headed North of the city to my besties house – completely thankful for friends who actually like to cook.   Di can cook let me tell you.   We had Watergate Salad (a very political green concoction) candied yams, corn casserole, turkey that was picture perfect and cranberry sauce.   It was very tasty indeed.   I watched them put up their tree – as she uncovered ornaments many of them I was traveling with her when she purchased them… I realized —  agonizingly so…. that I forgot my ornaments at the now X husbands house.  :::::::deep sigh::::::::  Snap.   I really don’t want to even see him much less ask for the ornaments back.  But they are some really special ones in there….from travels and kids and snap.   I’m going to have to ask for them back.   Maybe I can get him to leave them on his front porch.   UGH.  :::::: deep sigh again::::::   I emailed him.  Hopefully they’ll be returned.   I’ll keep you posted.

My Thanksgiving ended with cocktails at my other besties house and neighbor.   We have this table with all these collected items that get changed and moved as the days roll on.  It’s our alter to life I’ve named it.   Somewhat witchy I suppose which adds even more appeal.   I finally was able to spill the beans that our other bestie Jennie secretly married Stephen who she’s been with for about what….4 years now?  I’ve been DYING TO TELL ANYONE!!!!!  I was sworn to secrecy…..  and I kept the damn secret much to my chagrin.  Fudge.   I did keep the secret… she finally told her kids and all the other important people family wise thus I was able to finally tell Anda.   Extremely happy for her.   ::::dreamy sigh::::::

Anda and I tootled down to Senoia this afternoon.  It’s about 45 minutes from the city —  it’s where they film the hit show ‘The Walking Dead’ which is a favorite among many.   Sweet quaint town – we had dinner at MacGuires Irish Pub.  Very good.

I am happy to report that Bumble is playing well with Pip and Cricket.  She’s still the pesky younger sister but they’ve made great progress.

Ok.  I’m all written out for the evening.  Off to soak and read ‘How to live a charmed life’ very good book.  Then slip between my thick soft flannel sheets with slumbering Scotties.   Sweet dreams! xxoo

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Pre-Thanksgiving Nov 2018

IMG_1991Hello out there (did I hear an echo?)

I’m sitting here — with Scotties draped over my quilted sofa as my laptop is perched on a pillow in my lap.   Bumble the newest of the Scotties is so sweet when she sleeps.  When she’s awake – not so much – especially when she bites.  Those teeth are sharp!! My son said the other day “Mom – you look like a crack addict”.  My hands and arms are punctured from baby scottie Bumble Teeth. OUCH!   I can assure you I’ve never done crack or any other kind of drug….  I’m a wuss when it comes to things of that nature.  OK there was the pot smoking incident —  but truly – my arms and hands look as if I got in a fight with a cactus and the cactus won!  Bumble has very sharp teeth – she’s teething..she’s a puppy.  I”ll be happier when she’s beyond this stage and a full grown scottie dog.

Jennie  and I saw A Star is Born today.  With Lady Gaga and the guy with the blue eyes.  Sam Shepherd was also in the movie.  Oh I’ve always had the biggest crush on him.  Remember the movie The Lifeguard? Good lord YES!!!!  The last version of the movie with Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson was the BEST though.  That’s what I need… a Rockstar cowboy.  Nah…. that sounds exhausting actually.  Fun to think about for a minute or two.  I really don’t need anyone in my life that way for a bit I think. More than a bit.  I need a rest.  Focused on work, my kids, writing and travel.   Oh… and doggies.  Love my sweet scottie girls.  Pip, Cricket and baby Bumble.

IMG_1985I have my tree up pre-thanksgiving (my mother is rolling over in her grave I assure you).  I NEVER put my tree up until the day after Thanksgiving.  It’s just a strange season for me this year.  With the divorce….. it’s not that I’m in a depressive state although that would be just fine considering….  You must have the lows to experience the highs.  Feel it for what it is.   I have another friend who has recently married … I’m so happy for her!!! She deserves the best the world has to offer and she has gotten it in the form of her now husband.   So very happy for them.   Back to the tree up before Thanksgiving has even started.   I believe in enjoying the holiday that’s current — but this year… I just needed to put up my tree.  So it’s up.  It’s flocked with lights.  LOVE it.  Heck… I may leave it up all year for that matter.   It adds a certain…..  Aspen feel to the living room I think.  Hm.

I’ve many wonderful options for the Thanksgiving holiday and hope you do as well.  Options are good. I am completely blessed.   I could stay in my pjs all day and watch Netflix…..  but I won’t.   I could though.  And that’s the best part about the entire affair.  Is that I can do whatever I want to do.  What a giddy feeling that is.  Pretty silly I know….to feel giddy about that sort of thing.   It could be the Limencello kicking in.  I love Limencello.  Who doesn’t, right?  I’ll never forget the evening the neighborhood girls met at Pat’s house (before they moved out West).  Pat brought out the Limencello.  We giggled until we cried.   Limencello has that affect on people I think.  It’s such a sunny happy lemony color.  Even the name sounds happy.   Oh! Remember the evening in Key West with Di – we met a KW local who had homemade limencello.  This delightful lady left the restaurant went home and brought us back a wicked limencello and we sipped and sipped – then we commenced to giggle and chat as Key West came alive at night.     Yes.  Definitely the limencello kicking in here.   Interestingly enough – a friend gave me this lovely bottle I’ve recently opened.   I’m by myself — just enjoying the heck of this sunny giggly producing liquid.   Merry making if you will.

I think about what makes me happy — people places and things.  I enjoy my small collections of items throughout my home.  My bird nests, my ships clock.  My cabbage bowls.   They bring me joy to see them.  More silliness I think.   And guess what — that’s a wonderful thing indeed.

I’m hopeful you have wonderful holidays planned.   If it’s just you in your pjs or a grand affair.  Make it your own.  Enjoy it because it’s your decision to do so.  I’m very thankful this year.   It’s been interesting thus far this season.   I’ll let you know how it turns out.

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Thistle Patch Cottage

cobb co yard saleIf you know me you know I love a good project and I LOVE bringing a home back to life.  I purchased Thistle Patch Cottage which is a 1919 sweet little home nestled in a place called Woodlawn which is a historic area of Birmingham Alabama.  Completely urban neighborhood which has been in decline in past decades now has new life with people buying and loving these homes again.  I am one of these people.

As I was putting up the newest Little Free Library in Birmingham a car pulled up and a 30 something year old woman jumped out.  She introduced herself saying she just bought a home around the corner and wanted to stop when she saw me putting up the Little Free Library.  She said you must be one of my people.   That’s it — in a nutshell.  Build it and they will come.

I envision Thistle Patch Cottage with a cool minty green exterior with creamy/white trim.  Fig vines growing abundantly with a climbing pink rose on the front from Charlie Thigpens nursery.  I see rosemary bushes and Russian sage out front.  Stone rabbits and succuments spill over from clay pots.   A true cottage is being formed in this home that hasn’t been truly loved in so many decades.   Scotties will be running like banshees inside jumping from couches to chairs and running circles chasing one another.  Opera will be playing in the background or some Eagles for good measure.

The inside will be a light fern green – a glaze almost if you will on the walls.  A cream/white trim to compliment the calming color.   There will be art and birds nest and whatever else I fancy.   Because that’s the entire point — it’s my creation.  I’m very excited.  VERY.

There’s a group called the Woodlawn Foundation that I hope to become a part of.   They are pouring love, money and interest into saving these historic homes and adding new ones to compliment what’s been lost.  They are giving to this community what is needed. Love and interest.

Stay tuned to see Thistle Patch Cottage’s transformation.

Toodles – Kimy

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We’ve got some catching up to do…..

cobb co yard saleI’m completely embarrassed I haven’t posted for a while.  I just reread my last post and it was Jan of 2018!  Shameful.   smh   However I’ve had a good reason – well… it wasn’t really a good reason it was a reason sadly so.  The D word came into play.  Yes.  THAT D.

Without going into details – suffice to say – at the age of being a complete adult at this point (its a mirage) I know what I can and cannot live with or without.   We have divorced.  SIGH. I know. I was very hopeful.   We had very different versions of how life should be lived.  Lifestyle choices.   It’s been a roller coaster of emotions – but now mainly it’s been the hassle of changing my name back to Kennedy which is my maiden name.  Let me say it here – I will NEVER change my name for anyone ever again.  EVER.  EVER. Ever and forever more.  EVER.  I’m not sure I would even contemplate marriage again – I’m not bitter by any means.  I love the thought of being in a relationship with someone – I just know myself so well – there’s so many things in life I am a part of – so many things I want to do.  Go Do See is my motto. I’ve yet to find someone to compliment who I actually am.  He could be out there – he really could and probably is.  We may or may not ever cross paths – and that’s OK – I’ve lived an incredible life – I’ve had wonderful trips and experiences. I’ve got friends who count as family for me.  I’ve got two fantastic children (one who just got her first job after finishing up a second degree – one who will graduate in May of next year).  I just got a new puppy.  Bumble the scottie.  Life is good.  Life is grand.  I just cut my hair short again.  I like it short so there.

Life is to be savored.  Explored.  Talked about.  Conversations should flow freely and frequently.  Talking about the days events, life, hopes dreams, past history…. all should be able to share freely. Beware of the shoulds.

With that being said – what do I know about myself at this point.  I am a workaholic.  In a good way I think. I LOVE what I do.  Estate sales are my life.  I’m really good at what I do and I savor every sale.  I’m a writer.  Working on my novel and a childrens book.  I’m an adventurer.  I have wanderlust out the yingyang.  I love dogs.  I’m quirky in a good way if there is a good way.  I’ve been told I’m a wee bit eccentric although  I do not see that.  Obviously others do. Ahem. I’m a true extravert with some introvert thrown in there for good measure.   I’m a giving loving person.  I truly believe in giving back to the world in whatever way moves you.   I do not like going to organized church services.  I will only go now if the Uncles guilt me into going or if Val is singing.  And even then I have to think about it.  This doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God.  I just feel God could care less if I sit in a church service for an hour or more.  My God wants me to be involved in the world helping others.    I think people will be very surprised to find out who or what God really is.  That’s a completely other blog for another time.

I don’t like the TV being on for the sake of having background noise.  I’ve been back in my house in ATL for about 6 months now and I have yet to turn on a television.   Ok. I do bingewatch Netflix – say – did you watch The Haunting of Hill House? Completely FABULOUS!

I like having dogs running around.  I rehomed my sweet precious pug girls because he had allergies and they shed like a sonofabitch.  They are fine in loving homes but it was a sacrifice a very sad one.  I now have 3 Scotties – Pip, Cricket and now baby Bumble.   I need dogs in my life.   They bring me joy.

I love older homes.  I love the character and history that goes with it.  I recently purchased a wonderful 1919 home in Birmingham (remember I have 2 companies – one in atl and one in Bham).  I absolutely love breathing life back into a house that needs love care and design.  I’ve named it Thistle Patch Cottage.  If you remember my home in Atlanta is named La Petite Maison de Joie.  The Little House of Joy.  I name things.  I think that’s considered quirky. Oh well.  Sue me.

I need books, coffee (preferably café du monde French press too) and people places and things.   I need to be able to come and go freely without being made to feel guilty or as if I’m doing something wrong.   Life is TOO SHORT to be anywhere that’s not the right fit.

Find your tribe.  Your tribe should embrace you for who you are.  Support and love you.  Just as you would do for them.

Ok.  Gotta scoot — meeting Di for coffee at Alons in Dunwoody –  then off to a fundraiser at Arches Brewery where Atlas South Estate Sales (my atl co) has donated items for the event.

Happy Saturday everyone.   If you stay in your pjs all day or go on an adventure – just enjoy who you are at this very moment –  it’s up to YOU to make yourself happy – no one else can do that for you.

Toodles.  love and all that jazz – Kimy – now Kennedy – again for ever more. Ever more.

 

Beach in Winter – Jan 2018

IMG_5385One of my favorite travel pals and I (Jennie – we enjoy pronouncing it slow and fervently as ‘Jen- nae’ in a Forrest Gump kind of way) are nested at this very moment on Fripp Island, SC. It’s cold as HECK and WINDY!  I forgot to turn the heat on upstairs last night before crawling into bed to binge-watch Alias Grace on Netflix.  Needless to say…. I awoke several times too cold to find the thermostat and turn the heat on.  The wind howled constantly last night.  It was wonderful (not the sore throat or being cold part – but wind noises were grand).  I thought of the vintage flick The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, light houses we visited in Maine recently.

Jen’s still asleep – I’m wrapped in a blanket with breakfast watching the Palmetto trees being whipped around like those blow up stick men you see at car lots that bend perilously from side to side.  I enjoy being seaside any time of the year.  Winter is a time to hunker down with projects, read, write, sipping steaming cups of coffee with a hint of brandy or whiskey.

It’s the 14th day of January 2018.   There’s only 351 days left of 2018.  Tick tock.  Get busy! I’ve done my project list for 2018 which includes 2 writing projects I hope to have completed and published by the end of the year.   One a novel and the other is a children’s book that’s been in my head for quite some time.   This is my year of getting them onto paper and published.   I’ve already committed myself to doing these two important tasks on my calendar.  And well…. you know what that means.  It has to be done if it’s on my calendar.  They have their very own pink post-it notes.   Yes.  If you’ve made the post it note on my calendar it’s a done deal. Pretty much. Unless I change my mind of course.

We drove from Atlanta a few days back heading to Charleston SC.   Jen’s sister-in-law a dynamo of an entrepreneur was in meetings this weekend in Chuck-town.  We visited (did I mention the new favorite cocktail?? Those INCREDIBLE lemony things at the oyster bar.  Good GRIEF those were the bomb.  THE BOMB I TELL YOU.  Somewhat like a Lemon Drop Martini-  however these lemony heavenly liquid bombs were almost healthy tasting – until you had 2 and realized they had alcohol in them.   To be exact (I’ve now looked at my photos) the place is Rappahannock Oyster Bar and the lemony devils were called Jessie’s Girl made with vodka, lemon juice –that was the healthy part I’m thinking– Pamplemouse (no clue what that is about to google it – sounds like a mouse with a title from the Queen Mother) and burnt honey.   My favorite cocktail BY FAR that I can recall discovering in a while.   Thanks for letting us mingle Wendy! Super fun to say the least. You surround yourself with great people.

We packed up the next morning (Fri) then headed to Fripp Island;  Where I now sit with a horrible sore throat, stuffy nose and probably pneumonia because I didn’t get up and turn the heat on last night.  I’m sipping coffee hoping to make a dent in the pain.

I brought all this work to piddle around with – and instead have binge-watched The Originals, The Vault (good twist) and now Alias Grace.  Sometimes you just need to fill your head with these fluff.     Give yourself permission to just be.   Staring out at the Palmettos being blown about by the ocean air is mesmerizing.  I see a nap in my future even though it’s only 8:30am.   I should probably gargle with salt water.  That was my first thought when my throat was killing me – gargle with salt water as my ex husband the one who shall not be named (Release the Kraken from a prior post who happens to be an ENT) would preach.   It makes me NOT want to do that just because I know he would suggest it.  I am stubborn I think as my hubby W would say — well I am. :::::looking very stubborn:::::

Isn’t it interesting to sit and contemplate life….. as we all do.  My life, my kids, friends, etc.   How you get to this point and where are you going.  What would you do differently or not.   Just enjoy the ride as you have.    Does everyone feel like the 8 year old inside as I do.  The wonder of life and all that you’ve done, accomplished.  People you’ve met along the way.  Friends who your life would not be complete without and then those who have disappointed you and are no longer in your life.   You close the circle of friends tighter and even though you are blessed to have many only that close inner circle are now trusted advisors.   You’ve learned along the way.   What do you want to do with the rest of your life – where will you be – who will be in it… etc etc etc (said in a Yule Brenner –  King and I sort of way).

I hope I never stop seeking, searching, wishing, exploring.   We are all wired so differently.   That’s the joy in life – the unique people who cross your path.  The journey of the why the where.   For me, if you stop learning you stop growing.

I hear Jen stirring upstairs.  I smile thinking about how many times I’ve sat in this exact spot, looking out at these same trees, pondering all these same questions and being completely happy to just sit here and ‘be’.   Salty air has that effect on me.  It revives my soul – it stirs my creative spirit .  Jen’s here now with me on the other sofa.  She has her fluffy flamingo blankie this trip.  Her blanket of choice is usually a blue polka dot one you’ve seen before I’m sure.

I hope you enjoy the photos — I consider myself a photo journalist of sorts.  I thrill in sharing my eye on my journeys.  Hopefully you’ll see and remember a spot you’ve visited yourself – or will maybe prompt you to add a city to your list of travels based on my photographs.

“Don’t listen to what I  say – go see it for yourself”. 

 

 

Merry Christmas Ya’ll! 2017

I just HAD to share my 1972 picture with Santa.   Rich’s downtown Atlanta — and yes the Pink Pig was of course ridden in fear.  Photo Dec 24, 9 49 21 AM

I was skeptical of Santa at this point… much to my mother’s mortified face as I looked at his beard and taped on white felt eyebrows.  I think the camera caught this too.  You think?  I remember thinking ‘Dude….I don’t think that beard is real’ which I completely voiced to my parents in the car on the ride home.  I loved that dress too.  The Peter Pan collar with three buttons. The French cuff sleeves (I had no clue what French cuff sleeves were at 7 but I obviously loved it even then!).

Christmas changes for everyone through the years.   I do believe in the spirit of the season.   Whatever you celebrate.   Make it magical.  Find your Christmas Cheer for everyone to see and hear! (I got that from the movie ELF which is ONE of my favorite holiday movies…. exactly).

From my home to yours –  I hope magical moments are abundant… and if they aren’t…MAKE SOME!

xxoo Kimy

For John…….

FullSizeRender (5)“Some people say that dying alone is a fate worse than death itself.  Well, they should try being alone during the living part sometimes.  There’s no quicker way to make you wonder why the hell you ever thought you’d want to return. ”

— John Corey Whaley 

This is for John Hays.   You have lived a life that touched me.  You mattered to me.  And to so many other people.  You did John.

I met John gosh….  at least 5 years or more…. maybe 6 years ago.   It gets muddled you see…. time that is.   I made my daughters room into a studio apartment with outside stairs going up the back to the room.  I asked her first…she had moved away to college…  I didn’t expect her to return home to live — plus she always slept with me anyway when she returned home – which I loved …. even if she did flop like a fish and talk in her sleep.

I had literally just posted the notice ‘studio apartment –  a treehouse of sorts (my house) – free wifi- magical – located in a historic district just south of ATL – close to the airport’.   I was thinking flight attendant…or pilot.  And I got John.  John was a mechanic at one of the regional airlines.    He had been renting down the street, saw the front of my home and drove over immediately and gave me a deposit; before the space was even ready.   He was adamant.  He wanted to live in that studio apartment that looked over woods in the back – that had a spiral staircase going up to the back.   John was larger than life —  literally.   Round.  Bright.  Ultra conservative and had a cat named Bubba who I named Mr. Kitty.   I had three fat pugs that Mr. Kitty loved to watch from his perch up in the studio tree house.

John would tell me through the years — this is the most wonderful place I’ve ever lived.  I’ve been the happiest in my life since I’ve lived here.

I cared for John.  He was not everyone’s cup of tea.  I’m not either I’m sure.  He was like a crazy uncle who came and went.  I looked out for him.  Even at work and socially.  I invited him to holiday dinners and loaned him money (which I never asked for repayment).  He lived a life of online friends, navy buddies and past lives I knew nothing about.   I bought him food…  left him things I thought he would enjoy.  From books to dishes to toys for Mr. Kitty.

I had friends tell me ‘you don’t have to care for him’.  You are correct.  I don’t.  But I did.   Then I decided to move –  and was advised to turn the studio back into a bedroom for the house value.  I fretted.  Where would John go?  Luckily –  a grand uncle (not an uncle actually — it’s complicated) had a basement apartment — and let John stay.  Rent free sometimes and in good graces.   That’s what you do… in life… is care for those less fortunate.  Or at least I hope you do.   Don’t EVER look the other way.  Ever.  Help.  Give.  Go the extra part.

John was so very bright.  Irritating at times with his political views…. I tend to stay in the middle of things politically ….  I usually go with what feels right.  John was kind… and giggly…. and lonely.  Sad.  Lost.  Thank you online friends and FB.  Truly.  He had lost his wife while he was in a coma from an accident in his early life.   I don’t think he ever truly resolved that.

John died 4 days before he was discovered.  I’m sorry John.

You are missed John.   You were important to people here on this planet.  And you are missed.  Thank you to everyone in my life and social circle who allowed John in….. because of me.  Thank you.

We are finding a home for Mr. Kitty.  I smile when I think of you and our conversations.

You are missed.  And you mattered to me.