Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

I know, I know…You’re probably sick and tired of hearing about the trip I took with my sister to D.C. earlier this year, but I just couldn’t quit without giving you more of the personal story behind our adventure.

As you may remember, I worked with a brand on the two earlier posts that introduced and explained our motivation for heading to the capital (catch up on those here first, and then here). For legal reasons per the brand I wasn’t able to talk as openly as I would have liked about the trip. I would have had to get written permission from the composer we saw, the restaurant we ate at, etc. to make mentions of them throughout the posts, and it just would have been too time-consuming. Now that the campaign has wrapped up, though, the brand said I’m free to spill all the beans—and that’s exactly what I plan to do today!

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

If you’ve been following along with this story since the beginning, you already know that we stayed at the Watergate Hotel. This was my first time staying at the hotel, and I can tell you right now that it won’t be my last. (By the way, today’s post isn’t sponsored in any way, so no one is paying me to say any of this!).

Our dad is actually the one who suggested that we stay at this particular hotel, mainly because he knew it would put us right next to the Kennedy Center, which we planned to walk to that night for the Philip Glass concert.

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate HotelMy sister and I almost immediately hit a bunch of bad construction traffic once we got into the city, and ultimately got rerouted dozens of blocks from the hotel. We’re not city girls by nature, so we got a little turned around. We made the most of it, though, because GPS ended up taking us straight down the stretch of embassy offices, and it was so cool to see all of the different architecture and landscaping unique to each country.

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

We eventually found our way to the Watergate and got settled into our quaint-but-cool hotel room. Again, because of legal reasons, I wasn’t able to give a full tour of our room in the first two blog posts about the trip, so today you’ll see lots more of the space, including the massive bathroom, views of the water, and a look at our scrumptious bed-side breakfast.

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

My sister jumped right into the shower almost as soon as we had set our bags down, but that gave me just enough time to snap a photo and video tour of the hotel room. After that, we both lazed around in official Watergate bathrobes, decompressing from the semi-stressful drive.

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

At about 5:30 or so, we went down to the hotel restaurant for a quick dinner. I’m not sure if it was leftover nerves from the drive or just a bit of anxious excitement for the concert we were going to see later that night, but neither one of us had a big appetite. A glass of wine each and some appetizers set us up nicely, though, and it was fun to people watch. Remember that it was pretty much the tail-end of winter during our stay, so the place was packed with people looking to escape the cold.

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Next, my sister and I hit the sidewalks bound for the Kennedy Center. The concert hall was even closer than we expected it to be (thanks, Dad!) so we didn’t have to spend too long out in the elements that chilly night. Even still, we high-tailed it and breathed a huge sigh of relief once we were inside the glowing lobby at the Kennedy Center.

I don’t have many photos to share from inside the concert because I wasn’t sure what their policy was on photography, but you can hop back here to Part 2 to see a couple of quick shots. You’ll also learn a lot more about the concert and how it felt to be part of the audience at such an amazing event. We saw Philip Glass, and he was just incredible—one of our favorite composers, for sure!

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

A couple of hours later, the concert was behind us along with another frigid walk back through the cold to our hotel room. I’m not sure if it was memories of the music or just the super comfy bed in our room, but my sister and I both slept like babies that night.

The next morning we got a note from hotel staff that said we should expect traffic that day because of a marathon going on nearby in the city, so we decided to take our time and treat ourselves to breakfast in bed, something I had never done. Turns out it’s just as decadent as you’d think to be served a gourmet breakfast right in your hotel room, and we stayed in our bathrobes most of the morning, chowing down on poached eggs and waffles, and filling up on espresso coffee.

Our Stay At The Watergate Hotel

Anyway, that’s about all I have left to say about our trip to D.C. to see Philip Glass. It was such a dream come true to finally hear him play in person, and I really did think that the Watergate was such a fabulous hotel. I can’t wait to visit again and to see more shows at the Kennedy Center. Have you been before?

Click ‘Play’ below on the extended cut of the video I put together of our trip, which shows a lot more of the hotel room and (of course) that delicious breakfast. Cheers!

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The Story Behind Dream Green DIY’s Name

The Story Behind Dream Green DIY's Name

I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately about what the name of this blog means, which made me realize that it has definitely been a hot minute since I explained. I just spent the morning searching all sorts of keywords on the blog to find the last time I actually did tell the story, but came up with nothing, so this might just be the very first time I’ve mentioned it since launching the site seven years ago. Whoops! At any rate, the story is a little bit embarrassing, so that’s probably why I’ve (unintentionally) been a bit “hush, hush” about the whole thing.

It all started back in high school, of all places. I was friends with a really tight-knit group of kids, and for fun we used to drive out to a new-build subdivision in our town that was filled with lots of townhome complexes and single family homes on small lots. The houses all looked pretty similar to one another, but each still had its own special qualities, like unique pastel paint colors, front porch columns, and some boasted second floor terraces. There was clearly a type of homeowner’s association that regulated things like house numbers and color palette, but each home felt just a touch different then its neighbor.

Anyway, the neighborhood was filled with a labyrinth of sidewalks and cul-de-sacs perfect for a pack of teenagers to wander through for hours, which we did just about every evening and weekend. There were little gazebos scattered throughout, too, and we would lounge on the benches for hours talking about music, movies, and whatever little dramas were ruling our lives at the moment.

I think without really meaning to, I always made a point to walk past one home in particular. It was painted a soft olive green color, and had four chunky craftsman style columns on the long front porch that spanned the entire width of the house. It was also one of the only homes with a lot big enough to have a detached garage, and sometimes, while walking by at dusk, the homeowners left the lights on inside the garage so we could see the giant pool table that stood front and center in the space surrounded by cool vintage metal signs on the walls.

To me as a sixteen-year-old girl—who was already obsessed with home décor, by the way—the house was just magical. It was everything I ever dreamed of for a home, at least at that time, and I remember announcing to my friends in the biggest, most confident voice that I would henceforth call the house my “Dream Green” and that I would live there one day.

Fast forward 16 more years, and that “Dream Green” house is more of a fond memory then my current dream house, especially since we’re already living that dream right here in our 1960s ranch. Still, I’ll always remember that pretty olive green house in my hometown, and appreciate how it represents my love for beautiful architecture and the ideal home and life.

When I sat down at my computer to choose a name for my blog that day back in 2011, it felt so natural for me to type up the phrase Dream Green DIY, and, of course, it stuck seven years later. Is it the best brand name in the world? Heck no. Does it mean something really special to me, and stand for my passion for home design and crafting? You bet it does, so that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

The Story Behind Dream Green DIY's Name

A small interjection worth noting is that John was actually part of that little group of my best friends in high school! There were seven of us in the group, and he was the one I was probably least close with, which is so funny to think back on now. We all went our separate ways, as best high school friends tend to do, and John and I happened to reconnect in the area after college about eight years later. Funny how life works out sometimes, isn’t it?

Oh, and the other serendipitous thing is that the two of us bought our first home in the neighborhood I just described in this post! We didn’t buy “Dream Green,” but we walked past it all the time when living down the street from the house. I still smile whenever I’m in town and happen to drive or walk by that big green house with the detached garage. I like to think that the same people still own it, and that the pool table is still being played around come nightfall.

So, that’s the story behind the blog’s name, Dream Green DIY. It’s all about the ideal home, the dream of a space to call my own, and (of course!) a passion for all things DIY. Was the story anything at all like you expected? Feel free to leave your own interpretations in the comments below! I’m always curious to hear what people think the name means before I share the truth behind the odd little tale.

The Story Behind Dream Green DIY's Name

*Photos by Meredith Sledge
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