copyright aaron paul lazar, 2014
Hi, folks! Happy Valentines Day!
I think I deserved this room, back in 2011. Now
it’s been a few years, and my room has just been changed over to a “romantic”
baby room for daughter number three, who’s coming home soon to raise her almost-born baby
as a single mom. But here’s a fun story about how this came to be. Hope you
a year of giving up my newly renovated antique house to my dear
daughter, beloved-but-unemployed son-in-law, four grandkids, pregnant
mother cat, one hormonally challenged male dog, and a still-chewing
everything puppy… (while being unemployed myself during much of that
looking the other way when antiques were scratched, lamp cords were
chewed off, couch skirts were peed on, satin fabric was clawed apart,
our new Oriental rug was destroyed…
having to search for a single fork in a sink full of dishes almost
every day (“We’ll do them in the morning, Dad!”), dealing with a sore
back from bending over a thousand times a day to pick up casually tossed
cheese stick wrappers and toys, and wondering if I’d ever get into the
laundry room to do laundry for my wife and me…
After all that – I think I deserve this new room of mine.
those of you who know me realize I’m exaggerating, because I adore my
daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren, and animals. Since they moved out
to their own lovely little Cape Cod just two miles down the road a month
ago, I’ve been filled with conflicting with feelings of terrible
despair-filled longings for their company... mixed with blessed relief. I
call them constantly, with any little excuse. And I ache to see the
kids every second of every day.
there is a bright side to all this, and it’s the reclaiming of our
home. It’s clean. Oh, is it clean. Organized. Tidy. Polished. Shiny.
This is the 200th
anniversary of our 1811 house, and in the spirit of giving ourselves a
little reward, I decided to redo the boys’ bedroom. We gave the kids all
the furniture, anyway, so it made sense to change things around a bit.
never had a writing room. I’ve never had a home office. I never even
had a corner of a room that could be mine, where I could write in quiet
and focus on getting my characters into trouble, and finagle the plot so
they could be saved again. I always had to clamp headphones over my
ears to drown out the television, or get up at 4 AM to find some quiet
time to write.
usual typical writing spot is my comfy leather chair in our bedroom.
It’s too close to the TV, though, and my wife enjoys have it on all the
time. But I like to be with her, so I hang out in the bedroom in the
evenings. But that means I'm always tuning out whatever sit-com blasts
from the darn thing.
for an hour or so in the freezing cold dark winter mornings, I sit in
the living room downstairs while the fire takes hold in the woodstove.
But I'm often distracted by the need to let the dogs in and out, clean
the cat pan, put a load in the washer or dryer, make my lunch for work,
take out something to defrost for dinner, load up the wood rack by the
woodstove, etc. You get my drift, all the usual pre-work morning stuff.
So unless I got up, again, at 4 or 5 AM, I don’t get much time to focus
so all this is leading up to me trying not to feel guilty for spending
too much money on what I’m calling my “zen* room”. It’s a romantic
writing, reading, thinking, quiet room. I thought of my wife when I
designed it, and have also referred to it as her “sitting room”, because
I made it kinda girly-pretty and put her Keurig coffee maker in there.
know, I know. You’d expect a guy to want a MAN cave, right? Something
with lots of leather, dark wood, heavy curtains, beer posters, big
screen TV, sports trophies, and the like. Well, I have something sort of
like that in our living room already, with my nice dark antiques and
brown leather couch and club chair. Ahem. Minus the beer posters and
this time I departed from that model. I guess I figured I wouldn’t feel
so guilty for spending the money if I designed it with my wife in mind.
in spite of the fact that it’s kind of a feminine room, I must state
that I consider myself a regular guy in some aspects. I love to do
handyman projects around the house, can’t wait to play with the
snowblower and lawn tractor, adore chopping down acres of brush and
clearing land, and have a list a mile long of outdoor brick-laying type
projects I can’t wait to start.
I’m also a guy who loves some not-so-typical things. I’m a great deal
like my character, Gus LeGarde, who is frequently referred to as a
Renaissance man. Gus and I love antiques. We love Chopin. We love to
cook. We love French Impressionist art. We love nature. We love to hike.
And, we love to cross-country ski.
So, that was my lame attempt to prove to you that I really am a semi-regular guy in spite of how pretty this room is. Ha.
What inspired this? My hairdresser.
really. The lady who cuts my hair was running late last month. She
offered to let me sit in her new little new-age-comfy room with the
water fountain and a foot bath. It was so darned comfortable I almost
fell asleep several times, and I realized that I wanted one, too!
So, let me show you what I did over the past month.
asked my wife what color walls she wanted, and she chose a pale, pale
orange sherbet color. On an impulse, I checked out a Ruby Gordon’s
annual half off sale, and found a cream-colored leather loveseat and
comfy chair/ottoman in the clearance section. This sort of set the tone
for the rest of the room, which really is quite romantic. (And DANG, is
it relaxing and comfortable...)
ordered this trickling wall mounted water fountain. Still waiting for a
pump to be sent that isn't LOUDER than the trickling water sound, but
it's enroute, so they say.
found turquoise pillows and a throw at Pier One, a vase thingie that
holds apple blossoms, or whatever fake things my wife my want to stick
in them during the winter, and then I went nuts and ordered a glass lamp
to match the turquoise color that had ended up being so prevalent in
I haunted my favorite antique stores to find a perfect – I mean made for this room – antique lamp with the exact same colors that we’d already chosen.
ordered a cherry wall cabinet to store some of my Young Living
Essential Oils, an Aria oil diffuser to set the scene, a foot bath and
all the good smelling stuff that goes with it, and some gorgeous photos
from a wonderful photographer friend.
Here are a few images that will eventually be hanging over the loveseat and chair, in large format.
See how they miraculously match the room colors? It’s like it was meant to be.
almost all put together. I’m waiting for the ottoman, so I can put up
my feet while I write. The essential oil diffuser arrived yesterday, and
I set it up this morning. My wife wanted curtains, so I got those last
weekend – sheer, romantic type curtains. (I won’t dwell on the fact that
my cat, one of the seven kittens my daughter’s cat had last year, keeps
climbing up them and messing them up.) I’m waiting for the prints to
frame and hang. And then, I’ll be ready to write in style. Wonder if my
characters will have any more romance in the next few books? I do feel
some love scenes coming on...
Here are a few shots of my writing room - a work in process
"Aria" my new Young Living oil diffuser that also has soothing natural
sounds and beautiful colors within its clear glass globe. Highly
recommended! (and you'll know why when you read Essentially Yours, my
fifteenth book scheduled for release early in 2012.)
One corner of the room that's pretty much "done."
This is where my wife sits when she joins me and reads on her Kindle.
And here's where I sit, minus the wall art that's coming. Like I said, pretty darned comfy.
so, as the project comes to a close, it's just in time for the next
adventure of either Gus LeGarde, Sam Moore, or Marcella Hollister.
Haven’t decided what’s next yet, but I’m itching to start something new.
And by the way - Happy Valentines Day!
something extra special for your sweetheart today. Maybe buy her a copy of my new love story, The Seacrest. You'll brighten up her day, and you'll feel all mushy inside. Who knows? It might inspire
you. Maybe you'll end up with a girl-cave all your own.
Aaron Paul Lazar
– a teaching that contemplation of one's essential nature to the
exclusion of all else is the only way of achieving pure enlightenment.