A couple years ago my husband and I were on a DIY show on the FYI network called House vs. House. We were one of two couples who were given $7000 to transform 2 rooms of their homes. After a grueling 3-day-process with no outside help, two judges would decide which couple deserved to take home an additional $10,000.
It’s almost Christmas and I had a funny feeling some of you would get the urge to fashion a last-minute Christmas tree out of sticks.
I happened to get that same urge a couple days ago, and lucky for you I made a video. Continue Reading…
Why haven’t I posted about my fabulous low-budget paint-only kitchen makeover? Because a week after I painted my cabinets green I started to… [face in palms] hate them. Oh the shame! I was supposed to transform my kitchen into something like the inspiration photo of this Parisian flat.
I felt like a failure.
And remember those 30-year-old GE ovens I raved about? Spoke too soon. Minutes after I published that post a gasket caught alight and rendered one unusable for Thanksgiving. I contacted GE. Naturally, they do not make replacement gaskets for ancient artifacts. Continue Reading…
I had a flashback the other day while making these hula skirts with Pearl– to when I was a hula girl living in New York City. You were wha–? That’s right. I was a proud Polynesian dancer with Makalina’s Hawaiian Express and The Tiny Bubble Band… (straight outta Brooklyn!)
Of all the jobs I’ve held, from waitress to editor, there’s a special place in my heart for this one. It represents a time in my life when I was growing but the payoff wouldn’t come for a long time. I was just cutting paper with my kid, I didn’t expect to go deep…
I never made it to Merrie Monarch or Bette Midler’s Hulaween, but I did perform at a number of country club parties, batmitzvahs and even a New Jersey Nets halftime show. We did many South Pacific dances, but Tahitian was my forté. I like to attribute my two quick and easy deliveries to the two years I spent perfecting fast-paced pelvic bumps.
Here’s my skirt. Now you’re probably wondering where the picture of me wearing it is. Unfortunately, I have none. But I have contacted my ex-boyfriend, with whom I lived in New York. We kept a box of photos (pre-digital age) in the closet of our East Village apartment. Among the photos were some of me during my professional life as a hula dancer. It was over a decade ago. But if he’s still holding on to how I conducted myself during that break up…
I’m not getting those photos.
My breakup with– let’s call him James– was like most of my breakups, ugly. Ugly words, ugly actions… when it was over it was over. Like, forever-you-are-dead-to-me-over. I didn’t behave the way I would hope my daughters would behave in their relationships– with dignity and respect for the other human being.
On the other hand, the road to love is bumpy and figuring it out takes time and tears. It takes patience and sacrifice. My narcissistic 20-something self did not have that in me then. My husband isn’t experiencing the end result of a perfectly-evolved woman, but he did get me at a point where I was open to learning how to truly love. James was an important part of the process. (Like I said, I didn’t expect to go deep today.)
Love takes years and years of practice. For me, anyway. Hula dancing was much easier. At least it was back then.
Maybe one day I’ll go to the door and find a package not from Overstock or Amazon, but from James. And maybe I’ll get the girls and we’ll dump the box on the shag rug and head down memory lane, poring over photos of Mommy before she met Daddy.
Or maybe that box will never come. And I guess I understand if it doesn’t.
So for now I’ll turn my memories into crafts. And share the past through art.
What You’ll Need:
- Paper grocery bag
- Duct tape
- Scotch Fasteners
What To Do:
Apply Scotch Fasteners. LOVE these things! I got mine at CVS. Adhesive backing, no sew. Kids can put these skirts on and take them off all by themselves.
Congratulations! You’re ready for the Hukilau!