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Gypsy decor for the motor home

  • Posted on August 24, 2010 at 8:21 am

OK- so the windows are measured for the valances modeled after the Gypsy Faire Tents. I haven’t settled on a fabric yet, but I’m going with purples and reds definitely. I think I can avoid adding additional lighting if I paint the walls a nice, clean white to cover up the wood that’s already there.

The dinette, the couch and the captain’s chairs don’t NEED to be recovered, but I definitely want to get rid of the 1980′s mauve. I also want to get rid of the pink carpeting. I’d settle for oriental rugs, for their gypsy-esque qualities, but I think a scrap of remnant carpeting would be cheaper.

The cabinets and counter tops would be expensive to replace and they’re not really THAT offensive. I’m sure that if I can get rid of the wooden walls and ugly upholstery they’d look just fine.

We went for a drive around the block and Ohmygoodnessitwassofrickingamazing. I can SO picture us tearing up the highways with that little piece of heaven. I want to leave NOW. Seriously, I was looking at my bank account, mapping out how far we could get with the cash we have available, how long would we have to stay there before I get paid again…
I need to chant “I will not spend my vacation money decorating the motor home” or rather “I will not spend whats left of my vacation money decorating the motor home.” Actually, I should say “I will not blog about decorating the motor home when I’m supposed to be working to re-raise vacation money”

But anyway- what other gypsy decor strategies can you think of? I’m very close to wanting to paint peacocks and vines on the cabinet doors, but that’s beyond my talent level, so I need to think of new things… and I like shabby-chic, too. Shabby-chic-gypsy. that’s my style.


Always a change of plans

  • Posted on August 23, 2010 at 10:41 am

And who knows, over the coming week it might change again. I figured we’d have some unexpected expenses, right? But I didn’t figure they would include

A- patching the water tank, so that it would, well… hold water
B- towing the motor home out of a ditch following an electrical power failure that sent my husband rolling backward into traffic on Highway 90
C- replacing the generator that was stolen while vehicle sat for a little while
D- repairing the fiberglass where the tow truck ripped off the back of the motorhome

And I haven’t even started decorating yet, but I’m totally going to use the shapes and patterns from the gypsy tents I wrote about a few weeks ago as inspiration for the replacement of the window treatments and recovering the headboard on the master bed. I already have a purple crushed velvet comforter with tassels on it that I love, and it will fit that bed better than it fits my King size bed at home.

I don’t mind the wood cabinets, but I really hate the wood on the walls, so in addition to SOMETHING with the ugly kitchen & bathroom wallpaper, I want to paint the wood on the walls white. Which is odd for me, I usually never want white walls, but I think a nice crisp clean white will balance out the vivid fabrics I’ll be using on the windows and cushions. Now, about that pink carpeting…

Anyway, we love it. I love it. Not the carpeting, but the motorhome. I’m trying not to be too attached to the sadness I get when I think that we might have to A- skip the Dallas portion of our trip or B- skip the trip altogether. Instead, I’m focusing on WORKING more and trying to make up for all these EXTRA unplanned expenses. Who knew $250 was such a pathetic “slush fund.” That didn’t even pay for the tow.

And I didn’t even take before pictures, but my husband did and his friend took a photo of the RV in the ditch. I’m still just glad he’s alive. That was so close.

Fantasy is over, this is REAL

  • Posted on August 22, 2010 at 10:39 am

OK- so we picked it up yesterday (Saturday) instead of Thursday. It needed somethingmechanicalthatIdon’tknowabout and was at the shop. My husband picked it up and was about halfway home when the power failed and he couldn’t even use the brakes to stop himself, so he rolled backward down the freeway until he could roll himself off (down an exit in the opposite direction from traffic) uphill until he found a nice ditch he could pull into to stop it.
I’m so glad I didn’t go with him to pick it up.

He sat about 6 hours in the sun waiting for help.

The tow cost us about half of our fuel budget for this trip next week.

But he was able to repair the power issue on the side of the road and drive it home.

He arrived around 3am and I stumbled outside in the moonlight to get a look at it. There must have been ten million stars in the sky and it looked like a BUILDING in the driveway.

This morning I went out to take a look at it. The process of removing it from the ditch damaged the backside of it. It’s cosmetic, but it’s also protective. We need to repair it or completely avoid rain. We might spend the rest of our trip budget on repairs.

It needs a generator and a mattress.

I’m not too crazy about the 1980′s textiles on the inside, but that’s a license to redecorate and that’s my “thing” anyway.

He said it has a lot of storage, but honestly, does he realize that we all have clothes… I can’t imagine where, in that kitchen, our pots, pans, dishes, food, utensils and art supplies will go. OK, the art supplies in the kitchen were fantasy, still..

Anyway, I’m so glad we HAVE it. I’m very very very bummed that it’s not diesel. I’m also upset about the expense of the towing incident but I’m really just glad he’s alive.

I can’t wait to go snap some “before” pictures.

The bathroom is nicer than the one in my house.

I’m not sure how to handle the probably change-of-plans, we’re supposed to leave for our trip in 8 days…

Recalculating… Wondering if anyone owes me money…. wondering if we have anything we can sell… Once we get the generator, etc we’ll end up about $1000 short. Damn. At least we have it.

I’m so glad he’s alive.

Where’s my tape measure.

I’m glad he’s alive.

What if gas is cheaper elsewhere.

I’m so glad he’s alive.

What if it gets better mileage than we were told

I’m so glad he’s alive.

I can’t believe it’s really ours, now.

36 feet

  • Posted on August 16, 2010 at 1:05 am

and she’s ours. We get to pick it up Thursday.

Unreasonable fear?

  • Posted on August 12, 2010 at 9:49 am

I know some people blog in order to help their readers. I must confess, I blog here at Gypsymom.com mostly because I’m so excited about this trip that I can’t stand not to share the details, and I’m not yet ready to put them on my normal blog where I might have to discuss them with friends and family.

But here’s my unreasonable fear…

don’t laugh…

I have relatives in the south and we’ll be visiting them. Whenever I tend to see my Aunt Maryann in Mobile, Alabama, I end up talking like I’m from Alabama. It’s true. Whenever we go to Texas, I come home with a little bit of a Texas drawl. I’m from Maryland and my parents live there, I’m sure I’ll end up using a Maryland accent when I say words like “out” and “roof.”

I’m afraid I’ll sound like an idiot with a hundred different accents all the time.

Unreasonable? I don’t think so, y’all.

So glad we’re not playing that game

  • Posted on August 11, 2010 at 8:55 am

I read an article today called “How rich is rich?” whereby the idea of traveling and not having to work was approached- much as it always is in mainstream culture- as a goal to “work” for, rather than simply a way of being.

It struck me as I was reading it that a year ago I would not have perceived it the same way. Reading it today, it seemed the silliest of propaganda for a consumer-based culture. Take the following quote, for example:

“I’d like to have enough money so my family and I wouldn’t have to work anymore or worry about the necessities, and maybe travel a bit,” said Deborah Veale, a Southern California resident visiting New York City.

Veale said she’d need about $10 million to consider herself set.

One woman from Seattle put it at a “couple thousand dollars a month.” Another from New York City wanted a billion (although she’d still fly coach.)

Experts peg the figure to be somewhere around $2 million to $12 million in savings.

I wonder which sort of experts they’re talking about. Because I’d consider someone an expert if they’d reached this goal. Not a single family-on-the-road has indicated that you need to be a millionaire in order to embark on this adventure. In my book, someone is an expert if they’re living a lifestyle that involves travel more than work. Over and over again, other families on the road encourage readers to JUST DO IT. Why do people not question the belief that one must be wealthy in order to travel more than they work?

In the past we’ve experienced times when we didn’t know how we’d pay the power bill, but it ALWAYS works out. After we lost our family business in 2007, we had 2 cars repossessed. But it worked out. We had our house foreclosed on and, it worked out. We’re in a rental now that’s less than half the cost of our mortgage. We’re both working from home instead of spending 12-16 hours in the restaurant and LIFE IS GOOD.

But we definitely don’t have $2-$12 million in the bank. That would be ridiculous. So we’re supposed to slave our entire life away “saving” millions of dollars before we can assume a CHEAPER lifestyle, of travel?

Articles like this really make it look impossible for the average family. There’s no talk here of getting rid of unnecessary possessions, of selling the house, of committing to a lifestyle that involves DOING rather than shopping. For $2-$12 million dollars, I guess we could pack a suitcase, pay our rent for a few years and fly from one airport to another, paying for hotels, meals out and souvenirs… is THAT their vision of travel?

And I guess if we were taught that working was bound to be detestable, then we’d be glad to never earn a dime again, but I LOVE my work. I’d rather work than watch television.

On the high end of that range, a single person living in an expensive part of the country (say, New York City), wanting to retire at 35 would need at least $300,000 a year to feel rich, according to Steven Kaye, president of Watchung, N.J.-based wealth management firm American Economic Planning Group. He based that number on real-life figures his clients tell him they need.

A yearly income of $300,000 would allow for taxes, a $3,800-a-month apartment (the average price in Manhattan), and a monthly spending allowance of around twelve grand, he said. Not too bad, especially since you could do this all without a pesky job.

Wow. Remind me not to retire to Manhattan, or to hire this guy as my financial planner. Does he realize that the more you make, the more taxes you pay? On the other hand, it’s nice to know what the “average” Manhattan apartment is running. Maybe one day we’ll rent a “below average” apartment for a few months, to better explore NYC. And $12k a month- just to spend on… what? Seriously, I don’t understand uber consumers like this. Shopping is fun, yes, but not to the tune of $12k a month. Think about that, it’s $400 a DAY. I guess- if you’re shopping each day for designer clothing- then maybe $400 wouldn’t go far, but really… when would you WEAR all that clothing? For $40 a day (ten percent of that) My entire family could eat 3 good meals a day (even in NYC) AND have money leftover to contribute to a family-clothing fund and pick up brand-name clothing at a thrift shop every few weeks from the suckers who paid full price and donated it to make more room in their closet.

And this next little bit of “wisdom” struck me as particularly idiodic:

Of course, there are other ways of determining wealth besides just what you’ll need to live well in retirement.

Although decidedly not recommended by financial planners, one is relativity. Basically, you’re rich if you’re making more than your brother-in-law.

I’m sorry, but I’m feeling a different kind of relativity here… It would seem to me that if you’re planning to live like the Queen of England, then you’d need to SAVE enough to afford to live like the Queen of England. However, if you plan to live like a gypsy, then you only need enough cash flow to keep moving, keep exploring and keep loving life, wherever the road leads.

Who the hell cares what their brother-in-law makes? My brother-in-law is a Beverly Hills attorney, I’m sure he makes (and pisses away) more than I’m interested in. And he pays for it, too, in the form of having to leave early every morning and come home late some evenings, tired from his work and spending more time “networking” instead of making true friends, planning vacations way ahead of time and missing his wife and children while he’s amassing those millions. By comparison, WE live more like Royalty than he does, even though our annual income is probably close to what he makes per month. We get to spend each day hanging out with our awesome, ever-changing children. I can’t imagine wasting away each day collecting money while the children grow up in the background. When they’re finally ready to retire, their kids will be grown up and moved out. What kind of life is that? We have plenty of time to spend in the garden, growing organic veggies that nourish every cell in our bodies, instead of purchasing processed foods that rob us of nutrients.

I can appreciate that people have different priorities in life. I’m BEYOND glad to be living up to mine, even if it means we’re not millionaires. No one can convince me that we need millions of dollars in the bank, in order to “retire.” All we need is enough cashflow to keep the RV in motion, food in our bellies and to renew our annual zoo membership.

I like articles like this that force me to appreciate my “alternative” point of view so much. I’m also glad it forces me to see how far we’ve come over the years. In 2005, I’m sure, that I would have believed that a life of travel is out of our league. I’m so grateful to have made online “friends” with so many families who set off into the unknown, to live a life of travel and “retirement” instead of waiting until their life is more than halfway over. LIVE LIFE NOW. Because you never know what tomorrow will bring.

I’m glad to know that if my husband were to die, I wouldn’t feel like I hardly knew him. My kids would have a million and ten awesome memories with him. I’m so glad he’s not the type to spend more time working than with us.

Edited to add this list of jobs you can do while living like a nomad.

Hold me up…

  • Posted on August 8, 2010 at 12:23 pm

Things are coming together and I am falling apart.

Well, we’ve officially gotten the half-hearted blessings of our 13 yr old daughter, who has, up till now, insisted that this trip is designed to ruin her social life.

Also, I’ve created a post on Facebook and I think I’m about to delete it- the comments after only 1/2 an hour make me feel quite positive that I don’t want to share this with everyone yet.

Mainly, I wanted to compile a list of people to visit… houses of friends where we could park overnight so the kids can play in a real yard, perhaps have a slumber party, we can share a meal with another family and explore the area with the guidance or advice of a local.

What I’m getting are people’s initial reactions to the idea of the trip and suggestions about things we should see. We have a HUGE list of things we’d like to see along the way- the kids each have tons of things they want to check out in each location and I’m happy to be able to say “Yes, add that to the list”

But posting it on Facebook for every family member and old friend to see… Not that anyone has said anything negative… yet

I wonder if I should have mentioned it to family first. We do plan on visiting them.

Ahhh- hold me up, girls. I can DO THIS.

House plants???

  • Posted on August 3, 2010 at 3:46 pm

I keep wondering if I’ll be able to bring any of them. I know they’ll need to be secured- I’m thinking a hanging planter might be smart, if there’s somewhere to hang it.

Do RV families get to have houseplants?

If not, I can cope with it, but it sure would be nice to keep a couple of them.

I’ve done so well with getting rid of things this week. The shelves in my living room that were PACKED with books, DVD and VHS movies, nick-knacks, and cd’s are now.. not empty… void of items we don’t want to bring.

I’ll probably have to do one more purge, there are a few books I wasn’t ready to let go of yet. I want to give some away to people in my life who will appreciate them. I listed some on Amazon.com and I’ll be listing more on eBay.com. Some were donated, some were given back to whomever lent them to me (shameful, I know)

I threw away tons of clothes. These were things that were ripped or terribly stained. I ruined a few perfectly useful pieces of clothing because I have this THING about using fabric in my collages, so I cut out 8×11 sections of clothes that were special to me, that my kids handed down a lot or something, and they’re in a binder that I can pull from when I want to use them in art projects.