About all things house and home.
Curb Lurking
I have a confession: I am not “joy in the journey, enjoy the process girl.” I’m “before and after, get it done girl.”
Serenity B & B
The bear and I LOVE to host. We love it so much that we made it a priority to create a guest room that feels like a boutique hotel for our over night visitors, complete with in-room coffee maker.
A Quick Cover Up
There are many relics of a distant past that come with buying a house from the ’80s. Phone jacks, for example.
“Yassa, please!”
Do you need a meal that’s gluten free, dairy free, and quick? Well, I got you covered for two out of three.
Did I use a shower curtain to reupholster a chair? Yes, yes I did.
Then the cat decided my project looked like her new favorite lounging spot.
Finding Balance
At least my living room is balanced even if the rest of my life is completely chaotic.
When You Get Cast as a Tree . . .
Me: Can’t you just let me have this one thing?!
Also me: Ok, bar bathroom girl.
If You Like It, Put a Ring on It
I must be an adult now. All of a sudden, things that never had any appeal now seem indispensable. Like cloth napkins.
Tira-mousse-u
In preparation for an upcoming girls night, I asked one of the ladies whether I should make tiramisu (kinda my thing at the time) or mousse. “Um, both?” she replied. I don’t think she realizes her own brilliance, even to this day.
That Time I Cheated
“How long do you you think it will take you to finish the bathroom?” asked SCM near the end of his portion of the job. “Um, I think three or four weeks,” I replied optimistically (delusionally?).
The Little Things (a.k.a. just when you thought you were done . . .)
I excel at one thing: underestimating the amount of work that a project will take.
A Nook in Our Nest
And then reality came crashing in and I remembered, “Oh, yeah. We’re not that family.” You know that family, the modern day Von Trapps with a cello, guitar, violin, ukulele, and banjo displayed prominently in their living room and actually play them. The only musical device I play is the radio.
The Right Kind of Drama
My favorite part of this, honestly, was making that wreath. I’ll take a glue gun over a nail gun any day.
Oh, the Vanity . . . .
The Bear’s love language is quality time. So much so that we have to be standing next to each other while brushing our teeth. I had no idea this was an issue until we moved into this place.
200 Square Feet of Terror
(Written August 15, 2016 in an attempt to identify and push through all the negative emotion I was dealing with surrounding the bathroom remodel.)