Remodeling a Vintage Farmhouse in the Middle of the Country
Yesterday I measured the craft room at the gatehouse to make sure everything would fit.
As I measured and wrote and measured and wrote some more……suddenly…..behind me…..a tiny voice piped up.
“Umm….Mom,” she said in a whisper, tapping on my shoulder.
“Mom….can I ask you a question…..
…..where do we put our art stuff?”
I put down the measuring tape.
This was serious.
I could almost hear the tiny pieces of paper that live in the twins’ art house knocking at the door.
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Just in case you were wondering if I’m ever bossy….
…I am.
Can you believe it?
Me.
Bossy?
I can’t help it.
You see…I’m a mom….in charge of a lot….four children, two dogs, three cats, salamanders, bunnies and two brand new kittens.
And a giant tortoise named Fred…..who made a wrong turn by the knock-out roses….and got stuck.
It’s a lot.
A whole lot of bossy.Continue reading
I always think a project is going to take so much less time than it actually does.
Truly.
In my mind….we were going to finish the kitchen at the gatehouse in a week.
In mean….what could take so long?
We just had to paint the counter tops and paint the walls and paint the open shelving and paint the cabinets and then do this really cool finish on the cabinet doors and then paint strips on the walls and add lettering on the walls and buy some new furniture.
And in my mind….all that would take about a week.
*sigh*
My mind was wrong.Continue reading
I adore my brother.
I wish you could meet him.
He’s funny and quirky and sweet and smart with eyes that twinkle and he has a way of talking to you that makes you feel like you are the most important person in the room.
And he makes the most amazing tables.
But the best thing about him….is that he was smart enough…..
….to marry my sister-in-law.Continue reading
I live in the country.
I might have mentioned that before.
A few 100 times.
And where I live….we really don’t have drive-through diet cokes or Target or movie theaters or fast-food restaurants or four-lane roads…..
…..or stop lights.
Except the kind that blink yellow.
But does all of that even matter?
Seriously.
Because we have something so much better.
Barns.
Old-broken-down-about-to-fall-over-truly-vintage-make-you-think-of-little-house-on-the-prairie barns.Continue reading
A long time ago I lost my heart to a sailor.
My heart couldn’t help it.
He had these sparkling brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled and a grin that made me melt from the top of my freshly highlighted hair to the tips of my glittered red toes.
So in honor of my twinkling eyed sailor this Memorial Day,,,,,I wanted to re-publish one of my favorite posts ever.
In the history of ever.
About a sailor who loved a girl.
And a girl who loved a sailor…..
…..and her Lee Press-On Nails.
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The day I decided to make spray painted numbered baskets…..
…..was the day all the turtles in the county decided to cross the road.
I’m still not really sure what prompted the mass exodus to the other side of the street….but they were everywhere.
Little ones and big ones and tiny ones.
All making a trek across the black top.
Have you ever seen a turtle in the middle of the road?Continue reading
I never thought I would write a post about white paint.
Or six of the best white paint colors I’ve found.
Or that SW Alabaster is my new favorite paint color.
Seriously.
But then again….I never thought that I would move to the middle of the country.
Or drive a John Deere.
Or watch a tortoise cross my back yard.
Or wear colored jeans.
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