As I mentioned previously, I scored: Big. Time. during Burton Garbage Day. I promised a rundown of all the loot, and here it is! 2 lovely sections of white picket fencing complete with finials (look for them in my upcoming spring front porch reveal!) A gorgeous and very large paneled hardwood door (which will someday... Continue Reading →
Confession: I spent Mother’s Day stripping. And: I liked it. It was a glorious day - just me and Paul, gettin’ dirty in the basement with a giant jug of Citristrip, scrapers, and this diamond in the rough: But I’m jumping ahead. Lemme back it up a bit. Burton Trash Day, or Burton Tree Lawn... Continue Reading →
I love when people ask me if my 138-year-young home is “haunted”; this, in fact, is one of the most frequent questions I encounter. Yes. Yes. It. Is. It is happily haunted. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Every house, new or old, contains its own unique energy. It either works for you... Continue Reading →
Greetings and welcome to the first Thrifty Thursday! The intention of these (hopefully!) weekly posts is: To inspire you to go treasure hunting in your own local thrift stores with a fresh set of eyes. To create a visual record of my hoarding tendencies so you all can intervene as appropriate. Lately, I’ve become obsessed... Continue Reading →
Nearly recovered from the Bunny Business-related exhaustion, I can at last look back at a truly memorable day with some fondness. It’s like labor – you see the cute little faces in the photos and forget the mind-bending pain (mostly). My favorite part of the day was the Spring Celebration activities post-Hunt, themed around... Continue Reading →
The Bunny Business is over. It was a great success. And I am so very tired. My Lupus is not a fan of big, elaborate, multi-day, burn-the-candle-on-both-ends activities. To show its displeasure, my body is now acting out like a miserable, moody teenager. I am so off-kilter that while making dinner last night, I tripped... Continue Reading →
My mother always told me to keep things simple. Spoiler alert: I never listened. Case in point. I offered to "help" with the Village Easter Egg Hunt shortly after we moved to town. Instead, last spring, I was asked to take it over by the sweet elderly couple who live two doors down, who'd been... Continue Reading →
The two most important accessories a Victorian house in the country can have are: Tennis Racket 2. Fuzzy, cute, blood-thirsty kitty sisters Why? These are the tools of the trade for navigating rural life and evicting (by WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY) its frequent, uninvited visitors. From mice to bats to chipmunks. I never, and I mean... Continue Reading →
Me and my trusty glue gun have been all fired up lately, making beautiful new things and mending beautiful old things. Yet. There are things I can not fix with my glue gun. And they trouble me. I cannot fix the ugliness streaming bountifully from the tiny orange man in the big white house in... Continue Reading →
My Dearest Muse, Greetings, salutations and big ole' hugs! I am so excited that you are here! We are going to write and make beautiful things together! And channel the divine love and inspiration of the whole Universe! And discover my true calling and life's purpose! I know you are excited too. Thank you, and blessings, and, by all... Continue Reading →
Old, Pretty, and Slightly Broken 