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My eyes are bigger than my apartment

Here is yet another project I won't get around to this weekend. Or next weekend. Or possibly the weekend after that, either. Why bother, when I haven't done anything with it for almost two months now?

I want to take these gorgeous interior shutters that I picked up at Demolition Depot in Harlem and turn them into bifold doors for my cabinets. That's actually a cool salvage project that has been on my mind for more than two years now, but it took me this long to even move on it.

It seems I am an ideas person more than a woman of action. And I have the closets to prove it.

I have bolts of fabric meant to reupholster chairs. I have 10 pounds of pillow stuffing for all the throw pillows I will make. I have cans of paint for the chairs I will refinish, and then another five giant decks of paint strips sitting on my mantel waiting for me to pick a color for the living room. There are wood scraps, glass and sheet metal remnants, and one entirely new, never used router.

I have plans, intentions, hopes and dreams, and yet no time to execute them and no motivation to clear the calendar. I envy people who consistently work on their homes until they're done, and then sit back and enjoy them. I DON'T EVEN OWN THIS PLACE and I'm stessed about making it the way I want it!

Tell me I'm not the only one who goes through this angst every single weekend.

Lunar eclipse above a city garden

I have barely opened my back door since it got (brrrrrrrrrrrr) so ~~freaking~~ freezing cold this winter, but tonight I swung it wide so I could appreciate the fact that my garden faces east. All the better to see the rising full moon as it went into a full eclipse for the last time until 2010.

There's something magical to me about the private rear faces of urban houses, with pinpoints of light in their dark gardens and the warm glow of reading lamps and TV screens seeping out the windows. I have one of the most amazing views in the Village, as my garden sits smack in the middle of the short end of a long block. I stare straight down the line between back-to-back rowhouse yards, and in the winter, when the trees are bare, I can see clear to the other end of the block.

Tonight I turned out all the lights inside my apartment so I could take in the buildings as I watched the shadow of the earth slowly crossed the moon. I may not be able to stargaze in this bright-lights-big-city, but there was still much atwinkle for me to see.