Rebecca Tillett: Photography & Design Photography & Design2016-08-19T20:49:30Z http://rebeccatillett.com/feed/atom/WordPress Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Of land and roots and belonging]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3725 2016-08-19T20:49:30Z 2016-08-19T20:48:37Z I’m starting to love my body.
Maybe, I’ve just stopped hating it.
Maybe.
The absence of hate does not mean an abundance of love.
The absence of sadness does not mean an abundance of happiness.
Nothing good without work should be anticipated.
That which arrives without it should be savored.
We shouldn’t need to be reminded to feel gratitude.
I will no longer weep for the form I was given.
I will no longer reserve space for that distress.

Sometimes I feel physically ill from the memory of what I left behind and the way that I left it. I am not capable of the acts I committed, the desperation I induced. I am that woman now, capable of such things. How long am I allowed to toil in heartache for the woman I can never again claim to be? Sometimes I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches. I wake up often that way. Feels like every unbearable tension, climbing every root of every molar battling for dominance.

I don’t wanna be here anymore, but I also don’t wanna leave. Do you ever feel that way? Like an orphan of territory? Of land and roots and belonging?

I feel like my entire life has been a festering dull ache of not belonging to anyone, or anything, or anywhere. Will this ever ebb? I’ve conquered so much but I can’t conquer this.

orphan of territory

orphan of territory

orphan of territory

orphan of territory

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[PRINTS 4 SALE]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3716 2016-08-15T19:50:26Z 2016-08-15T18:17:16Z PRINT SALE!

Hi everyone!
I’m liquidating my personal print stash in an effort to raise money for the Serenica Landship RV Fund. There are nearly 100 prints in this digital document from series spanning the last 13 years. Some are limited editions, some are special editions, most are print proofs I had printed to check clarity and color. Some are sold as sets, and some sold as individual prints. All are being sold at base/cost prices. Thank you for your love and support, and for helping me to make this dream a reality.

If you’d rather download the PDF, you can do so from the lower right toolbar at bit.do/prints4sale.

THANK YOU!

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Reminders, Defeats]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3698 2016-08-08T20:27:06Z 2016-08-08T20:27:06Z reminders, defeats

Why are each journey’s impending ends so difficult to conquer?
When you feel close enough to see it, but still too far to claim it?
As if reaching and grasping at a too-distant destination is an agony worse than seeing nothing at all,
nothing to tease or torment, just stumbling around in the dark and hoping for good news.
I’m so tired. I know you are too.
I’m so ready. I know you are too.
These three to four years in this sprawling western city will have seemed so short,
and so long, won’t they? Both the beginning and the end, the sweet and the sour.
It’s so strange feeling so contented in some ways,
and so restless in others, so patient for a more inviting place for our hearts.
I’ve been swimming in such anger lately,
it’s as thick and sticky as honey but not nearly as sweet.
Thank you for your endurance, your pastoral serenity
and faith in the not-yet-complete.
But please suppress your fear of me when I’m consumed.
It is never for you, my love.
It was never for you.

“Well it all will have passed
And it all will have done
With you what it may”

Reminders, Defeats

See it now it is passing you
Plain in the firelight
Nothing new, just happening again
Stiffened and paralyzed
In the sheets
Don’t give me a line
I know the change when it comes

Pick all your prizes, get it right
Own the streak
It ain’t nothing
And I don’t need anyone
To have to explain to that
Everyone’s got to carry their own
You got fucked on your way
Well I ain’t to blame
For whatever ain’t done to you right
And whatever’s done to you wrong
You pull your life on a chain

Well it all will have passed
And it all will have done
With you what it may

You can tell both of your parents
That they got it wrong
Pushing you aside
All that anger they left you
Now with their pain

Did you end up with all the rise
From the city that you wanted
You were onto it fast
When I had to face
That somehow I’d never know
Any form of it right
Just it running a waste
That I couldn’t take
Well they’re onto you now
And you’ve idled in swamp
I’m done drowning
In the ways that I can’t escape
Somehow I feel it like a sting
Somehow I feel it wrong

—Jesse Marchant (LP, 2014)

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[SPACES at Kasha-Katuwe]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3630 2016-07-15T20:58:53Z 2016-07-15T20:58:53Z

Dear Amanda,
I’ve been telling you how beautiful you are since we were little girls, but maybe a little too quietly or without enough faith. I never lost it in you. Maybe you didn’t believe me. Maybe you couldn’t. Maybe even you didn’t know how. You were starving and receding and I found you beautiful, but not because of your suffering. I found beauty in the empty spaces that made you feel better and proud because I knew you’d occupy them eventually and peace would softly end the war your mind had declared on the vessel you were given. When we saw each other four long years ago surrounded by the invisible desert walls we’d grown up within, you were so thin, despite birthing two little girls of your own and crossing the sea and inhabiting the world. I wondered if the last ten or fifteen years had only been a vision. You looked as fragile and young as the girl I grew up beside, but I sensed the collapse you’d been working hard to rebuild, the sorrow, the carefulness and caution in every movement. I sensed that this time, you felt no victory over the empty spaces, but you were still so beautiful. I never lost faith and I’d hoped such conviction, this time in my declarations, was apparent. I hoped because someone had to.

Dear girl, friend, sister, muse, confidante, woman, childhood soulmate,
Trekking through the night streets of Santa Fe last weekend, talking and laughing about our years as girls, the dialogue and disdain between our mouths and bodies, how little our topics of conversation had shifted as if the last twelve years living apart were only a brief intermission; trekking through the desert with you, carrying our cameras, and laughing about how ill-prepared we’d been for such a thing, laughing over the ridiculousness of our confidence in the vast and scorching and shadeless New Mexico desert because we’d grown up in the confines of that unforgiving landscape, not wanting to admit it could swallow us whole if it really wanted to. We mocked our flip flops, our choice of clothing, our utter and total lack of water. “This is how that french couple died at White Sands,” one of us said while the other laughed in something of a sad and cautious acceptance of our mortality that only really comes with age and close calls. But despite all of this, there was a comforting sense of familiarity and love and profound joy I’ll never forget. And when we found the perfect spot for some photos and you volunteered to climb the rock wall without much hesitation, when you stripped down to bare skin fully trusting that I would let you know if someone was coming, and even when you made some denigrating remarks about your body, your weight, your inability these days to maintain the empty spaces you’d spent much of your life guarding vigilantly, I sensed happiness and acceptance and contentment. I sensed only habit in the discourse. I sensed a peace I’ve spent years awaiting. For the very first time, I saw the beauty you were destined for, not the kind of disaffection and uncertainty, of yearning and wishing you could be something else, of reluctant acceptance. I saw in you the beautiful, voluptuous, confident, woman the tiny little insecure girl I always knew was destined to become. I saw so much love in those spaces that sat empty for so long.

Dear Amanda,
You are absolutely gorgeous.
The gratitude is overwhelming.

p.s. Thank you for your composure, your grace, and especially your sense of humor when the park ranger happened upon us and demanded we descend the rocks and exit the park, a tale I won’t soon forget. “I feel like you and me always go on these…journeys.”

Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Please, please click these to see them so much larger. Really, I insist.

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Amanda at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes at Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument

Nudes are a bit of deviation from my normal style and are inspired by the breathtaking work of Philly-based photographer, Corwin Prescott.

My last shoot with Amanda was four years ago and a few of the photos from that shoot can be seen here and here.

Soon is never soon enough.

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[The Mooers the Merrier]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3564 2016-07-30T02:32:25Z 2016-07-06T15:12:35Z Family pictures from the Mooers wedding in Seattle, July 4th weekend, 2016

“But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.”
—Paulo Coelho

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

“Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

Mooers Wedding

“Later, when you’re grown up, you realize you never really get to hang out with your family. You pretty much have only eighteen years to spend with them full time, and that’s it.”
—Mindy Kaling

Cousins Cousins Cousins v Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Family Family Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins Cousins

“Fuck it… That’s really the attitude that keeps a family together, it’s not “we love each other”, it’s just “fuck it, man.”
—Louis C.K.

Uncle Victor

“Your uncle said to take care of you…you’re his favorite niece. I told him you were my favorite everything.” —M.O

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[SERENICA: The Process]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3425 2016-06-12T15:13:16Z 2016-06-12T15:13:16Z Oh, Serenica.

About 2.5 weeks ago, Mike and I flew out his cousin Steven and his girlfriend, Chelseigh from Atlanta, GA to help us with our renovation, and that was quite possibly the smartest thing we’ve ever done, ever. The plan was that they’d arrive Wednesday, May 25th, spend the rest of that week and the weekend doing their own thing and then we’d all start work on Serenica that Monday, May 30th (Mike and I took the week off from work). We’d naively assumed we’d be done with most of what we wanted to accomplish by Friday and then for Saturday, June 4th, I’d booked us a room in Glenwood Springs, CO near some hot springs so we could spend the weekend relaxing and unwinding after a long week of hard labor. Well, by Thursday it became abundantly clear that some hiccups in the reno process had set us back and we all begrudgingly decided to cancel the room and work through the weekend. By Sunday night, we still hadn’t quite finished all that we wanted to during their stay and unfortunately, Mike and I had to return to work on Monday. We encouraged C&S to spend their last 3 days in Colorado doing whatever they wanted to and most normal houseguests (familial or not) would excitedly do so. However, C&S are not normal houseguests. They’re incredibly kind and amazing human beings who continued working on Serenica after Mike and I had to return to work, in spite of my pleas that they relax and enjoy themselves. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so blindsided by such generosity. Steven continued to work his ass off to get our floors and woodburning stove done and Chelseigh, well…I’m not even sure how I live without that girl. She took such good care of all of us throughout the entire process, always packing our lunches and filling a cooler with food and drinks, keeping our condo clean, organizing our tupperware cabinet, buying us a few new pots and pans (ours are scratched to hell), planting catnip and grass in a planter on our balcony for our kitties to enjoy, organizing our tools at the RV, scrubbing the RV bathroom tile until it sparkled, and she and Steven cooked for us on numerous occasions. She was our den mother and without her, it would have been a much more tedious, disorganized process. They worked for nearly 9 days straight on Serenica to help us get as much done with it as possible before their departure and I feel so absolutely grateful and fortunate to be a part of such a giving and selfless family. I hope someday soon, we can live much closer (and I’m hoping that by next summer, we can return the favor by helping them with their own tiny home)!

So before I break down into elated and grateful tears, let’s move along…
(as always, click any image to see it much larger!)

The process actually began with a hiccup when we attempted to add a coating of polyurethane to our newly stained lower kitchen cabinet doors and it immediately appeared that the polyurethane was stripping the stain. Below, you can see what the cabinet doors looked like pre-polyurethane and in the next few shots, you can see what had happened after adding the coat of poly. We were flabbergasted. Regardless, we decided to just leave them alone for a while to see if further drying would rectify anything. By the next day, the doors still looked terrible so we accepted we’d likely need to re-sand and re-stain all of them. We had gotten though sanding one door when we checked the others and it seemed like the sun was helping to rid them of that horrific effect the polyurethane had created. They were still drying apparently, but it seemed to be taking forever. Fortunately, we’d only gotten though re-sanding one door when we realized this, otherwise we would have had to do them all over again. Crisis averted, but seriously….what’s up with that polyurethane? Why does it do that and why does it take SO DAMN LONG to actually dry? It’s even called fast-drying polyurethane!

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

While this was happening, Steven and Mike were attempting to remove the glass from some of the cabinet doors and applying the frosted glass sheeting to see how it’d look. Unfortunately, the glass in some of those doors are actually mirrors and when you adhere frosted glass sheeting to a mirror, it just ends up looking like some weird white metal. So it became quickly apparent that we wouldn’t be going that route. Instead, we’ll get new pieces of non-mirror glass cut, add the frosted sheeting to those and attempt to replace the glass. Crossing my fingers everything goes smoothly with that (something we didn’t get finished before they left). Meanwhile, I was sanding because seriously, THE SANDING NEVER ENDS. We still have a few cabinet and then actual doors to sand and paint. If I never have to sand or paint again, I’ll be a happy girl.

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

So the interior RV work began with finishing getting those damn wood-floors out. These floors were not original to the RV, we discovered, after finally removing most of it and seeing carpet at the edges that the wood flooring had covered up. I’m not sure if the Hendersons, the older couple we bought this from had this done or the original owners did this but my god, they literally glued down every millimeter of that flooring and it was absolute hell getting all of it up. This was hiccup no. 2 and it had a sufficient impact on our timeline.

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

Meanwhile, Chelseigh and I were sanding all the interior cabinets, wiping everything down and painting, painting, painting. The difference the white cabinets made alone was astounding.

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

So let’s discuss the adorable wood-burning stove.
We have a closet in this thing that has space for a washer/dryer combo unit and then a rather large cubby at the top, which I imagine is for laundry and cleaning supplies. We plan on getting a w/d unit for the lower half of the closet but we didn’t necessarily need the upper half, and there was really no other practical place in this beast that this stove could go so we decided to cut down one part of the wall of the upper half of the closet and eliminate that cubby, and create a spot for the stove. There were a few minor pieces we still needed to purchase for this thing and we thought they could easily be found at Lowe’s or Home Depot but we were shit out of luck. Fortunately, Mike and Steve found a few specialty stores in the Denver area that sold the parts we needed, but unfortunately, a couple of these places were way up north which means there was no such thing as a quick trip. They basically lost an entire morning just driving around Denver looking for and getting what we needed for the stove and the piping (hiccup no. 3), as well as the metal sheeting. Steven did the bulk of the work in installing this and framing it all out and it’s absolutely beautiful. Having this will save us money in heating while also allowing us to boondock for longer stints in colder climates. (And yes, watching them cut a hole into the top of Serenica for the flue pipe was unnerving!)

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

Break time!

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

These were taken after Chelseigh and I had finally finished painting everything except the insides of the cabinets. We hadn’t originally planned on painting the insides but after getting everything else painted, we realized we hated that the old wallpaper and wood could be seen whenever the cabinet doors were opened so the next day, we finished painting EVERYTHING, because honestly, I really don’t wanna see that ugly mid-90s RV wallpaper again.

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

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Let’s not forget the cat-hole! For a second time, I got to watch as a rather sizeable hole was cut into Serenica, this time a hole into one of our basement compartments for our kitties. The hole will reside underneath one of our booth seats and will allow them to access their litterbox in the basement so it’s not something we have to keep on board (and thus unhappily smell constantly). Steven built a tiny 2-step staircase for them to easily get down and back up again, and bonus: we can store the cat litter and supplies under the little stairs!

SERENICA: Process

SERENICA: Process

Finally, let’s see the progress we’ve made and just where we’re at with this now…

SERENICA: Process

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As a side note, we briefly discussed the possibility of discarding the booths in favor of a custom-made bar with barstools (seen in my not-so-good drawing below) and a small mini-bar that could swing out from the main bar so that Mike and I could face each other when we eat, should we feel so inclined. I loved the idea of the bar because it would have made the kitchen and eating area feel so much larger than it is but ultimately, we’ve decided to stick with the booth for now as it makes the most sense for us currently (and is much cheaper and less labor-intensive, let’s not forget)!

SERENICA: Process

To wrap up, I wanted a group shot of us all before they left, to frame and hang in Serenica because we all put blood, sweat, and tears into this thing (seriously, we all injured ourselves on multiple occasions, we worked our asses off so certainly no lack of sweat, and I actually broke down into tears in frustration at one point during the process) but we didn’t get a chance to do it until their very last evening here. On our way to dinner before dropping them at the airport for the red-eye flight Wednesday night, we quickly stopped by the RV lot for a quick photoshoot. I’ll never forget this crazy last few weeks and these glorious people I love so much who helped to make it happen.

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Here’s what’s left on our to-do list:

Cut down closet door
Replace glass in cabinet doors
Install perforated metal accents
Finish sanding
Finish painting
Touch-up painting on walls
Install hardware on doors
Install cabinet and non-cabinet doors
Add trim throughout
Build and install desk
Install booths and sofa-bed
Replace kitchen counter
Replace booth table
Install backsplash
Replace bathroom vanity counter and sink
Replace bathroom mirror
Replace bathroom lighting
Replace under-cabinet lighting
Replace bedroom lighting
Replace window shades
Get cushions reupholstered
Buy and install w/d combo unit
Buy and install solar panel system


Past RV posts:

rebeccatillett.com/serenica-demolition/

rebeccatillett.com/serenicabefores/

rebeccatillett.com/serenica-landship/

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[SERENICA: Demolition]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3390 2016-05-20T13:26:52Z 2016-05-20T13:23:37Z Oh, friends. We’ve only started on this journey and what a ride.

Mike and I have started the demolishing leg of the tour which has involved amputating the hideous bowl-like chair to the immediate right of the entrance, seen here (because that’s where my future desk will go should everything go according to plan), ripping out the “living room” carpet (aside from up front in the cockpit; we’re leaving the carpet up there), trashing what was left in the cabinets by the previous owners (their gracious offer to let us keep anything they left inside it became quickly apparent we were only in for more dumpster stops), removing the cabinet doors and their accompanying horrendous decorative glass insets (fun fact, that decorative glass, seen here, was actually built into the cabinet frames which means they can’t be removed without either cutting into the cabinet door frame or shattering it out; more on this below), and taking out the wood flooring in the kitchen (every single piece is glued down so tremendously that Mike spent at least 4-5 hours with a crowbar last weekend and what you see in the photos below is all he was able to get out, but don’t worry, we’ve acquired some hopefully better tools for the job). We’ve decided to leave in the bathroom tile for now but we still need to finish removing the kitchen floor as well as the carpet in the bedroom.

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Unfortunately, I didn’t get any great pictures of the decorative cabinet door inset glass, or the lovely, tedious and fruitless journey to Home Depot, Lowe’s, Ace, random Denver woodworking shop/store in the hopes that someone more capable would have a wonderful solution to solve the problem of removing it, or the realization and act of scraping every last piece of the decorative junk from the glass with razorblades. We were actually pretty successful with that so that crap is now gone. Unfortunately, we’re now left with mirrors, which isn’t the worst thing in the world (we’ve decided, after trying to also scrape off the mirror backing with little luck, as you can see in one of the photos below – that one might just have to be shattered because I’m not sure it can be saved; isn’t it funny what you decide is okay to keep after realizing what you wanna do is either impossible or would require so much work than would be worth it?) but we were wanting frosted glass in those doors. So we bought frosted sheet film and we’re going to try adhering to the mirrors and see how that looks. For the remaining openings in the cabinets (which before contained this hideous blue felt (which can also be seen here to each side of the cabinet door) we’ll be using decorative perforated aluminum sheets. We haven’t yet picked out what those will look like exactly but from the research I’ve done, there aren’t a ton of options in that regard anyway. M-D Hobby & Craft seems to have a corner on the market and they don’t have a ton of options, but we do really like this one.

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

In more exciting news, we’ve begun removing all hardware and sanding the lower kitchen cabinets and have settled on a stain for those, which can be seen below. In the 3 cabinet/drawer doors Mike’s holding, the one on the left is the original finish, the one in the middle is after sanding, and the one on the right is the color we’ve chosen for the stain. It’s a darker gray stain that still allows for some of the natural brown of the wood to show through. We’ve loosely decided on the paint color for the rest of the cabinets throughout (an off-white of some kind) and have several options we need to choose from for the wall paint (which we’ll be putting right on top of the wallpaper).

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

We’ve also selected and purchased the kitchen backsplash, the new flooring, and a gorgeous light (which is much more dramatic in person) we’ll be hanging over the kitchen table.

Much of what we’ve purchased thus far is either from Amazon or Home Depot but this project has quickly led to the unfortunate realization that moving forward, Home Depot will be a last resort due largely to the fact that it’s populated with idiot employees who can never help us or answer our questions. Seriously, we’ve learned to count on the fact that anytime we’re there and need to ask for help, whomever we’re asking will conjure a blank or confused stare followed by “Uhhh, let’s go ask so-and-so,” or “I dunno. Lemme look at our website” as they pull out their smartphone and search while we stand there with somewhat annoyed and impatient expressions that I’m hoping properly conveys our “Really, dude??” attitudes. Fortunately for us, our RV storage facility is located right between a Home Depot AND a Lowe’s (like seriously, each one only blocks away) and the customer experience at Lowe’s is WOW especially compared to it’s horrible horrible counterpart and competition. I was actually so flabbergasted by the difference in service I recently sent this feedback to Home Depot (I also copied and pasted and sent to Lowe’s, just to let them know how shitty their competition is and how much we’ve appreciated the stark difference in service):

My boyfriend and I have recently begun renovating the interior of an old RV. Naturally, many supplies have been needed so we’ve been shopping your stores much more often lately than normal. We’ve now visited 3 different stores here in Denver on numerous occasions and have always needed help locating something. Without fail, every single person we ask for help (after spending what feels like hours just trying to track someone down) has no idea how to help us. Questions like, “Do you carry aluminum sheeting?” and “Where can we find cabinet pulls?” and “Do you guys offer glass cutting services?” have all been met with shrugs, apathetic I-don’t-knows, and/or finger points in general store directions with little accompanying confidence. Even more embarrassing is when a store employee pulls out their smartphone to check your website, something we could have done, to see if something we’re asking for is available. It’s made every visit to a Home Depot a struggle we’d rather avoid. So we recently stepped inside a Lowe’s looking for something we couldn’t find at one of your stores and were understandably shocked that we were greeted and asked if we could be helped not 10 seconds after entering. And not only that? Employees are everywhere, easy to find, and always stop us to make sure we’re finding everything ok. The best part? When we ask where something is? They know. It’s almost as if they’ve been trained or something. Crazy! We now shop at Lowes almost exclusively and have begun referring to Home Depot as “the Wal-Mart of Home Improvement stores.” Do better. You’re losing business.

And finally, not demo/reno related, but I stumbled across this link today and I think we’ll be using this pre-planned route or the algorithm (to create our own) when it’s finally time to take this beast out on the road. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself but hey, that is the ultimate goal, isn’t it??

Randy Olson: Lower 48 Roadtrip

Anyway, that’s it for updates as of now but we’re working on this thing every weekend and nearly every evening (I need to be better at photo-taking for this blog’s sake) so many more updates to come.


Past RV posts:

rebeccatillett.com/serenicabefores/

rebeccatillett.com/serenica-landship/

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[gratitude and equanimity]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3385 2016-05-17T13:38:19Z 2016-05-17T13:38:19Z I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive the 15 years of time that existed between knowing you and loving you; but maybe it’s hollow lamenting not-knowings, past lives you were only a part of in obscure ways, or distances we utilized as justifications to exist separately in the universe. It feels wrong indulging such a twinge in my heart over something that finally submerged me in much needed hope, happiness, love, and fruition, because I’m anything but ungrateful. I am anything but ungracious in the life that I share with you. I’m only somber over a decade and a half of memories that you aren’t a part of, even though you were always there. There’s something so much more anguishing in knowing that you were always there, isn’t there? In knowing that it wasn’t a matter of finding you, of meeting you, only in opening our chests wide enough to reach inside and find your heart beating in mine, and mine in yours.

Because for fifteen years I learned to live with a sense of vacancy and longing. I think you did too.

Time is brutal and unkind, but it’s not always heartless. Comparatively, next to fifteen, two years feels so small, but if I had to do it again, I’d leave my entire life behind for 2 days with you if it was all time could offer. I’m not sure how much we have left with each other, but I promise to be grateful for every second and never ever assume I’ll always have you.

Let’s leave society behind, disappear into every alcove of this spinning rock, and push our chests together until our hearts are marching forward in unison with time, immersed in nothing but gratitude and equanimity.

Happy Birthday. Happy Anniversary. I love you. And I’ve missed you for so very long.

big love

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Lutalica]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3373 2016-05-03T19:26:18Z 2016-05-03T17:02:32Z Lutalica

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The inspiration for the name of this series comes from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, one of my favorite favorite creations of ever in the history of time.

You tell the world who you are in a million different ways. Some are subtle. Some are not. But it doesn’t seem to matter. This world has already got you pegged. When you were born they put you in a little box and slapped a label on it, so they could keep things organized, and not have to think about what’s inside. Over time you learn to make yourself comfortable, packaging your identity in different combinations until you feel like you belong, and can wear your labels proudly. But there’s a part of you that never found a home, rattling around in categories that never really did you justice. You look around at other people, trying to judge how loosely they fit in their own lives, sensing a knot of confusion hidden beneath a name tag. And you realize we’re still only strangers, who assume we already know what the other is going to say, as if the only thing left to talk about is who belongs in what category, and which labels are offensive. You have to wonder if these boxes are falling apart, if we should be writing our identities by hand, and speak only for ourselves, in our own words, so we could take our chances out in the open, and meet each other as we are, asking: “What is it like being you?” —and be brave enough to admit that we don’t already know the answer. Maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived, just “unpacking the boxes,” making ourselves at home. And maybe one day we’ll look back and wonder how we managed to live together in the same house for so long, and never stop to introduce ourselves.
Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows


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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Love Letters]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3531 2016-06-29T21:26:51Z 2016-05-01T21:06:39Z Dear Love

Dear Home

Dear Feet

Dear Morning

Dear Intuition

Dear Books

Dear Rest

Dear Younger Me

Dear Imagination

Dear First Love

Dear Hunger

Dear Future Me

Dear Senses

Dear Courage

Dear Shadows

Dear Legs

Dear Family

Dear Kindness

Dear Money

Dear Reflection

Dear Sky

Dear Fear

Dear Magic

Dear Truth

Dear America

Dear Heart

Dear Change

Dear Laughter

Dear Sanctuary

Dear Becky

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