Hello hello! Happy 2017!
You may have seen an Instagram I put up last night about “noticing something familiar” if you were watching Tiny House Nation on the FYI Network last night. (formerly the Biography Channel) The show is pretty interesting, showcasing people living in homes that are around 300-400 square feet from what I have seen of the show. Here is the show’s description from their site.
In “Tiny House Nation,” renovation experts and hosts, John Weisbarth and Zack Giffin, travel across America to show off ingenious small spaces and the inventive people who live in them, as well as help new families design and construct their own mini-dream home in a space no larger than 500 square feet. From a micro-apartment in New York City to a caboose car turned home in Montana to a micro-sized mobile home for road tripping – this is a series that celebrates the exploding movement of tiny homes. From pricey to budget friendly, “Tiny House Nation” is not a typical design show, but one that proves size doesn’t always matter – it’s creativity that counts.
So a little while ago, one of their producers emailed me and said they wanted to use the photos from this post in one of their shows as a reference for ideas. I thought that was neat, and figured they were painting a chalkboard backsplash or something like that in their tiny kitchen. I wanted to make sure the photos would be credited so I made sure they would be credited to “Grace Mitchell, A Storied Style” and signed the release. The producer was not sure at first they could fit the whole “GRACE MITCHELL, A STORIED STYLE” in since it is technically two lines. But she eventually said it was okay after a few back and forth emails. Therefore, I was pumped that my ideas would be on the show, and I was excited to watch it.
Within the first two minutes of the show (actually at the 2:06 mark), you see a photo of my kitchen for a couple of seconds, and it is gone.
However, it was not captioned, and I thought “hmmm, kind of a bummer, but maybe they will credit me at the end”. I watched the entire show waiting to see how they were going to use the photo, but it was never shown again. They did not do a chalkboard backsplash or anything looking remotely like my kitchen photos. So…why did they want my photos? No idea…other than to show a “full kitchen”.
Please know that I realize it is difficult to see my smile and hear my chuckles as I am typing this, but I think it is all quite funny, and do not worry, I am not sad at all.
But here’s the real silly zinger.
Remember how I told you about the back and forth emails on how I wanted the credit to say my name AND the blog name? “Well,” I thought, “at least it will be neat to see my credit at the end of the show”.
And then, the credits started flashing. Wait…do you even see them?
It seriously took Kent and I three times of rewinding to find my name in that garbled, tiny print. So funny. This is a huge fail if I ever saw one. You get a giant gold star if you can even find my name in the above photo. Yeah, I figured you couldn’t.
So I zoomed in for ya.
Do you see it at the bottom of the “Special Thanks” list? There I am, Grace Mitchell. Grace Mitchell WITH NO COMMA “A STORIED STYLE”. Hello BREACH OF CONTRACT!!! GOOD THING I HAVE TWO ATTORNEY BROTHERS. ; ) haha.
So yes, I was on Tiny House Nation for two seconds, and my name was credited in Lilliputian, totally unreadable print. (I know my graphic design friends will cringe over this : ) )
A banner day yesterday was, I tell ya.
Pretty funny, right? But the good news is I have a fun before and after post coming Monday that belongs to a couple near and dear to my heart, and their space turned out great! See ya next week.
With the ending of my oldest’s kindergarten year, finishing up a couple of big client projects I cannot wait to show you, and baseball baseball baseball, it has been a whirlwind couple of weeks. Consider this post a little catch-up before we move on.
Of course, this update would not be complete without explaining this situation I posted on Instagram a few weeks ago.
Yup, this happened to us. Our porte cochere ceiling collapsed on our car, and the car has been in the hospital ever since. We thought it was totaled, but lo and behold, it has been saved, after getting a new…basically front half.
Why did it fall? We have no idea. And neither does the insurance. Which is why they won’t pay for it, but at least the car is covered.
I don’t know if you can tell from the pictures, but that ceiling up there was about two and a half inch thick concrete and plaster. It weighs a ton, and yes, it is a bummer this happened, but more than anything, we are so so thankful no one was in the porte cochere when it fell. Our kids play in there all the time, so we will take a broken car and some mess any day over hurt little people. Or worse.
We have had several people out here to look at it and give us bids, and we hear the same thing over and over. “This is built so beautifully, they just don’t make them like this anymore”.
I think we will probably leave the knob and tube wiring, although I know people have differing opinions on this. Some electricians say, “Take it out, it will burn your house down!”, while others say, “It’s great! Leave it alone, it will last forever, and has less problems than today’s wiring”. So there you go…
We have since had the entire porte cochere ceiling removed (about half of it fell – around 450 sf), and the weight was about 8,000 pounds. TWO TONS!! Can you believe that? The plan is not to replace the ceiling with that material (obviously), but put something up there like we have on our front porch ceiling, which is that narrow beadboard. We also want to insulate before we put a new ceiling up, since there are two rooms above this area.
I have spent a ridiculous amount of time on the phone with the insurance company, and talking to contractors and people with expertise in this area, so it has definitely been a pain. Although if you think about it, that ceiling is nearly a hundred years old, and when I am 100, I’m sure I will be falling in some places, too.
It is so close I can taste it, but it is still not done. Month six. It always seems like a few nit picky details end up dragging projects out forever. And that is exactly what is happening here. Tomorrow’s post has some updates, plus a change of plans.
Hello dear Readers, I am happy to tell you I am alive.
I am so sorry for my absence, really I am, and I have missed you, especially the last few days.
These past two weeks have been the longest I have gone without blogging in over two years. It made me feel really strange at first, and then you kind of realize, the world goes on. Not that I expect it not to, but us multi-taskers get rather set in our ways, do we not? We do this, then we do this, then we do this. And we have to do it. We must do it. But sometimes you have a surgery, and you simply cannot multi-task. You can’t do anything, except lay on the couch and stare at the pretty 1920’s windows in your home. (we have a pair of these stained glass windows in what we call the “Library”, aren’t they lovely?) Also, laying on the couch staring at windows sounds nice only if you feel good.
Earlier today, as I finally waded through accumulated emails, I received one from a concerned reader wondering why I had been “vague” about my surgeries. It’s a good question, and I have not been mum about it for any other reason except I try to keep it light-hearted around these parts. I know plenty of you out there are hurting and going through hard things. There’s bad news and problems everywhere, right? I like to think that you can spend a few minutes each day with me, reading about pretty things, and creativity, and inspirational design, and maybe you can slide out of the real world for just a minute. I like this to be a “feel good” time for you.
However, I also understand that you read here, and you are invested. It makes sense that you would want to know what is going on – or you are simply curious. So here’s the deal…I developed a hernia in my abdomen after my fourth baby. I ignored it for awhile until it got to the point where it would pop out and bring me to my knees. At that point, I knew I needed surgery, and I went to the doctor, and he told me it needed to happen right away. After the initial hernia repair, I developed a liter size hematoma (blood clot), and that is when everything went wrong. I had the hematoma removed, but I still continued to have problems, resulting in more surgeries. Since I noticed I was still having problems, I changed doctors, and had a new cat scan which highlighted the need for further attention. Two weeks ago, I had my sixth surgery in the past year to fix all of this. By that Friday night, I was once again in the operating room, having an emergency surgery to remove more blood clots. Less than forty eight hours later, I had what felt like the stomach flu and was very ill.
As much as I thought I could rest easy and still manage life and blog from the sofa, I was rendered completely useless. I felt so terrible. And I knew the right thing to do was just rest. Just lay down and stare at windows. Watch TV. Put the phone and computer away. Of course, since I felt so bad and had no ability to do much of anything anyways, this was much easier. Thankfully, I have amazing friends, an awesome husband, and a couple of sweet babysitters who have helped take care of the kids while I recuperated. I have really missed being a Mommy.
These past two and a half weeks have felt much longer – I feel like I have been down at least a month. I missed the peach blossoms on our peach trees, my sweet boys first baseball game, and I have had to put client projects and freelance writing on hold. With previous surgeries, I have always asked, “When can I get back to life?, When can I do this? When can I do that?”, and then as soon as that deadline hit, I was off running. My approach this go-around is going to be quite different. I plan on easing into life and taking my time. I need to gift myself that, I think. I’m learning more and more about how making myself a priority is better for everyone. Don’t we forget that all too often? Last year, I realized I never really had time to not think about anything. I was constantly thinking in my head about all sorts of things, I had to. I think it’s good (and important!) to give yourself time to think about nothing, to let your mind wander. I have since cleared out my life and realized more of my limitations. But eeks, limitations is a difficult word for me to say. I often feel like I can do anything, but I can’t, and even if I could, “everything permissible is not beneficial”, yes?
My family is my first priority, and I realize so deeply how wonderful I have it to have them – to have a husband that loves me and four beautiful, spirited kids to teach and cultivate and care for. The magnitude of this blessing grips me so tightly at times that I am momentarily filled with fear of losing them. Do you have those moments? I’m so thankful I can trust my gifts with the One who gave them to me.
I could go on and on, but here is a peek into what has been going on and a glimpse into my heart. I hope that wherever Life finds you today that you hug your loved ones a little tighter, that you allow yourself to feel grateful for things we often take for granted like legs to walk on and eyes to see, and that you let yourself have the time to let your mind wander.
See you next week.