Step 1: Went to a Store …probably wise to say no names, just know that it rhymes with Shmottery Shmarn Saw a table I adored. And I mean adored. It was just so… rainy day, hot coffee, parquet with like prarie grasses in a vase in natural lighting...I mean just beauitful, beautiful.  I know you know what I mean. I imagined hosting elegant dinner parties around it, I imagined reading newspapers around it as my family created art and got along… I even started to rationalize the

We had company coming over and the house was a mess, so naturally, I spent the week removing 4000000 years of paint layers off of my front steps. If you are nodding in agreement, then you are my people. Read on. Painted wood tends to make me feel just a little curious and well, if I'm honest a little sad. These steps were painted several times between the time we moved in, stretching back in all liklihood to ...I'm gonna say....the mosaic era. There was red, there was cream,

Thank you, God, for this warm, pretty, old house. It took a long time for us to find one and we love it dearly. That said, there have been many, many things that we have fixed thus far and many more to come. A few projects (that I intend to post about) have been: added a fence and cut a garden along the driveway. resurfaced all of the cabinets in the kitchen. layed a brick patio behind the garage. dug out 26 dying privet and planted 24 lilacs for a hedge. big.fun . carpeted,