Decorating, Humor, Life

I Don’t Hate Painting Furniture Anymore

A few years ago, I wrote a post titled I Hate Painting Furniture. It was a good post, actually one of my favorites which is why I reblogged it this past Friday. If you didn't get a chance to read it, maybe go read it first then come back and read this post. Like demented… Continue reading I Don’t Hate Painting Furniture Anymore

Decorating, Family, Humor, Life

On Painting Bedrooms and Dying Hamsters

I wrote this post two days after our hamster died. I preface this post with that statement because I don't want you all to worry about me. Sobbing about a dead hamster two weeks later. Not that there is anything wrong with that but I needed to write this out at that moment and I… Continue reading On Painting Bedrooms and Dying Hamsters

Decorating, Humor

Why I Can’t Have Nice Things- Bathroom Floors Edition

It all started back in 2012 when I was tired of looking at this:     AND this:     The above is a kid's bathroom for two girls, ages 12 and 4 at the time (SOB). But it was ugly and I wanted a prettier bathroom for the girls and because of that, we… Continue reading Why I Can’t Have Nice Things- Bathroom Floors Edition

Decorating, Humor

Big Blue Wall

  In the spirit of winter homesteading or home tending, I have been nesting into our home this winter like no winter before. In fact, I haven't really nested in my home this much since my little birdies were much younger. I have to say that homeschooling Ella has made me appreciate our home more… Continue reading Big Blue Wall

Decorating, Family, Humor

My Dad & “I” Built a Picket Fence

I love our fence and the reminder of the love of my family. 🙂  First published November 5, 2018 I was thinking of things to keep me occupied at home when Mike and I were driving home from dropping Anna off at college, so I wouldn’t miss her as much as I did at that… Continue reading My Dad & “I” Built a Picket Fence

family cave, baby in crib, painting, diy
Decorating, Humor

Family Cave Makeover

  When Ella was born, my mom came from central Illinois to spend two weeks helping me adjust to baby-hood again. At the time, it was a survival technique. It was January, really cold in these here parts. It was dreary, and dark at four in the afternoon in these here parts. Mike was working… Continue reading Family Cave Makeover