The Hurt Locker

This post is only tangentially related to books, but I’ve got pressing storage issues (and now a solution!) here at Chez Book, Line, and Sinker.

Our house, a center-hall Colonial, was built in the late 1960s.  Since I wasn’t alive back then and only have the proportions of the rooms in my house as a guide, it would seem that those folks didn’t do much cooking and spent way too much time in the living room.

From the dearth of closets–linen and coat–it also stands to reason that people living in the 1960s had no use for jackets, towels, or sheets.  Either that, or the architect who built my neighborhood was a complete doofus.

My living room, a room that we use approximately once a year, is roughly the size of an airport terminal.  My kitchen, the room we live in, brings to mind a London phone booth.  Needless to say, storage is a problem in our mini-kitchen*.

We are so pressed for space that our microwave does double duty as a pantry. I have cousins** who have entire rooms or double-doored closets in their kitchens devoted to pantry space.  At my house, if you’d like to nuke something you must first remove the bread, English muffins, chocolate covered raisins, and popcorn from the microwave.

My cookbooks used to live inside our oven, but a fire scare cured me of that storage idea.  They are now shelved in the den, a world away from the kitchen.

For months years, I’ve been trying to come up with a storage solution.  I bought a hutch top a few months back at the Crate and Barrel outlet and was going to hang it on the wall, but that would only solve the china and crystal storage dilemma.

I really needed a narrow and slim cabinet that I could tuck into the corner of the kitchen.  Depth was a problem because our kitchen has only a half-wall into the dining room, and I didn’t want to obstruct the view.

I’ve been scouring outlets, flea markets, tag sales, and antique shops for something a bit quirky and fun that would go with our cottage/whismy decor.  While in Vermont over the weekend, I espied a PERFECT storage cabinet at Twice Upon a Time in Brattleboro.

Behold, the answer to my storage prayers:

A compartmentalized school locker!!!  Crazy and fun, especially when you consider that I work in a high school!  It’s currently a hideous shade of vomit/putty, but a few coats of glossy white spray paint will remedy that.   I’m going to store my cookbooks in one compartment and non-perishables in the others.

Of course, a school locker might not be a storage solution for everyone, but it really works for us.  I am waiting for the weather to cool off a bit before I do any spray painting, though!  I’ll post pictures when my DIY project is complete.  Have a great weekend.

*I recognize that there are larger issues in the world and kitchen storage isn’t so pressing when compared to famine, foreclosure, illnesses, and the like.  I’m just having some fun here.

**Jennifer and Kristine, I’m speaking directly to you guys.

Title: Red Hook Road

Author: Ayelet Waldman

Genre/Pages: Fiction/ 352

Publisher: Doubleday

Rating: 4 bookmarks

Source: Publisher

Nat’s One-Sentence Synopsis: Two diverse families brought together by marriage find themselves struggling to navigate the rocky shoals of tragic loss and grief before the wedding celebration even has a chance to begin.

Red Hook Road is one of my favorite novels this year, and I can’t wait to read the rest of Ayelet Waldman’s oeuvre.  Her writing is so beautiful and honest–I felt as if she was relaying the story of an actual family instead of characters and a storyline that she created in her own mind.

The loss in this book wasn’t easy to take–it was tragic and senseless–not an easy read by any means, but the novel was redemptive.  There were losses on so many levels, but the characters changed and grew as a result, so the tragedies weren’t just for the sake of the plot.

I savored this book but could only read it a few chapters at a time.  Waldman doesn’t rush the story and almost encourages readers to take time with the characters.  She offers accurate and well-researched details on her characters’ passions and hobbies.  From rebuilding an antique wooden sailboat, to boxing, to the life of a violin virtuoso and his young protege, Waldman’s attention to detail is part of what makes this novel so believable.

The ending of the book was a bit melodramatic, but I don’t think there really was another way to bring closure to the families.  The characters were flawed, and I was sometimes put off by their actions.  Despite those things, Red Hook Road was a poignant and well-written novel that I would recommend without hesitation.

Reading Groupies

As another school year winds to a close, I’m always reminded of my own school days.  I started kindergarten in September 1979–the heyday of reading groups–but it wasn’t until the following year that my classmates and I were divided into small groups for reading instruction.

photo hijacked from hungarianamerican.org

Photo from hungarianamerican.org

I always felt a bit of anxiety at the start of each school year when my new teacher would go around the room and have us read passages aloud from a book to check our fluency.  Would I stumble on easy words and find myself in the lowest group?  Would I be placed in a group that was too advanced for me because I was given an easy passage to read?  Fluency tests were fraught with peril.

Though only kids, we were savvy and easily saw through the reading group names, determining the fast readers from the slower ones.  Reading was like a competitive sport at my elementary school, and it was all about level placement.

My 4th grade teacher, an aging hippie with hand-t00led leather belts and handbags, favored bird names for her reading groups.  I seem to recall The Blue Jay group, The Starling group, and The Booby group.

In 5th grade, my teacher was a die-hard football fan and named her groups after NFL teams.  The Giants, The Saints, and The Browns.  Really now?  The Browns?!!?  Don’t hate on the slower readers or anything.

Thankfully, those days are looong over and my reading group anxiety has quieted.  These days I spend my time worrying that my students won’t enjoy the books, plays, and poetry I select for them to read.

Bag Lady

About six weeks ago, I found myself wishing that a designer would mate a cute handbag with a functional camera bag, relieving me of  sherpa duty.  If a horse and donkey can get together and make a mule, surely someone out there could make a camera bag/purse hybrid.

I scoured the internet for this dream bag, deciding it would be the ultimate birthday gift for me.  There were a few options out there, the offerings at Shutter Sisters, being strong contenders.  Then I stumbled upon a more casual, homegrown line over at Etsy.  A patient and saintly woman living in Arkansas owns Gypsy Rose Handbags and designs original handbags to hold SLR cameras, lenses, and everyday essentials.

Literally scores of options and styles...here's a sampling. photo borrowed from snugglens.blogspot.com

After finding Judy’s shop, I immediately dashed off an email, replete with a hand-drawn representation of what I wanted.  Judy worked with me to design the bag of my dreams, helping me to pick fabrics and an appropriate style.  The wait was less than what she told me, despite my addition of a few custom features.

The bag arrived today and I tore into it without delay.  Yes, I know my birthday is still 19 days away, but let’s not get hung up on technicalities.

Behold!  My new camera bag/purse (CURSE???):

But wait!  There’s more!  It holds my camera with a lens, an extra lens, my charger, and extra battery, my wallet, my coupon folder, my eye glasses, my pencil case, my makeup bag, an umbrella, and my i-Phone, all with room to spare!  I have two pockets on the outside under the front flap, four on the inside, plus a zipper compartment, a comfy strap, a reinforced bag body,  snap closures, little metal feet so the bag doesn’t rest on the ground, and the list goes on!

These bags are called Snugglens and you can read all about them on Judy’s website.  I’m so happy with my bag and that I don’t have to carry two bags–or worse, just toss my camera into my purse and hope for the best.  Are you guilty of that little transgression too???

*For the record, I’m endorsing this product because I think it’s great and am not getting any kickbacks or discounts.

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