Category: House Fix up

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A Sheepy Stack

Now, I don’t typically take people on a tour of my bathroom…usually.

But, these little Wallace & Grommet-esk bath tissue sheep are screaming to be shown off. When I stumbled across them on Amazon my trigger finger began to tremble…and well…

you know the rest. It couldn’t be helped.

In my defense– have you ever seen anything so adorable in all your life?!

The answer is certainly, no…you have not.

In fact, I think I should be congratulated, celebrated even–for not buying 5 sets. See–I can control myself…

if I have to.

Using restraint.  Check.

“Clap for Aunt Grace. She did a hard thing today.”

 

 

 

 

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A Fancy Lady Lives Here

You may see this picture and think–what on earth am I looking at here?

I’ll tell you. You are looking at a hole in the rock facade on my front porch, that used to have a doorbell in it.

NOW however, what it has is a creepy hole, with creepy wires poking out, that could easily be hiding a creepy spider family just waiting for some unsuspecting person to fish around in there for a doorbell…so they can pounce and eat their fingers off.

Well, I wouldn’t do it. And neither would anyone else. So, instead, people knock. Which is fine enough but I don’t always hear that knock because it’s kinda quiet and then I miss stuff…and all the people who think I’m not home…

or deaf.

Then, here comes Josh–my friendly neighborhood fix-it guy who also just happens to be my sweet son-in-law. He measures and fiddles around and measures and fiddles around some more. He comes and goes a few times. He says, “Darn it” a couple of times and leaves again only to come back with…

a magically created doorbell button and a plate that fills up that silly hole in the rock space! Take THAT spiders!! It’s even lighted!! *Squeal!!* 

WHAT?!! How did he even DO that?!

I’ve lived here for 10-1/2 years and have never had a real doorbell. Ok, there was a doorbell on the inside of my house…

but you just ignore something like that when it looks all fancy-schmancy but doesn’t actually work. Duh.

NOW, however, not only does it work, but it sounds like a rich lady’s house.

So if you come over–don’t knock!! Ring the bell, and wait for my butler to answer the door. Or, I’ll see that it’s you and actually answer the door myself.

That’s how some rich, fancy-schmancy ladies do it, you know.

 

 

PS– Thanks Josh!!! I LOVE it!!!

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The Dreadful Windowsill

Once upon a time there was an ugly windowsill. No, no–I mean a seriously UGLY windowsill. It was so ugly that it even made the plants sad–as you can see.

People said, “sand it.” People said, “paint it.” People said, “sand it and then paint it.”

Problem is, I’m not much of a sand it or paint it girl.

Being a resourceful soul, I remembered that there isn’t much that can’t be improved with a hook and some colored string.

So I grabbed my most beautiful pink yarn….

and got cracking!

I even found some variegated yarn that completely matched the sink curtains!

Of course, there was no pattern for this crazy project. There was, however, plenty of measuring, and setting, and pulling out and starting over going on. I had to get a little creative to accommodate that fancy corner.

I used a crossed double crochet stitch–because it’s cute and bumpy and will be forgiving and dry quickly when the plant waterer spills now and then. Ha.

It worked best to do a row in the back stitch so that it would fold perfectly over the edge of the sill.

I love how it changes and brightens up the whole dang room!

Even the plants are happy!!

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A Smidge of Country Charm

Oh. My. Goodness.

There is just something about these two pictures that warms my heart.

I may have been born a hundred years too late to actually live this exact life–but my sweet little house is taking on it’s own country charm…

one small step at a time.

That’s close enough for me.

 

 

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Tarmac the House Squirrel

Now that it’s January, the Santa hat for our little furless squirrel friend had to go. But, knowing–from my childhood– that many inanimate objects probably have feelings, and not being willing to take the risk that they don’t– I still wanted our little Tarmac to be warm.

Perhaps your thinking, “Aww how sweet.” Perhaps your thinking, “Somebody over at that place needs medication,” I don’t know. All I do know is that it makes life a lot more interesting if you believe in a few things that are…

a bit whimsical.

And so I do.

Besides, if I try to make Hobbes wear stuff he bites me, so naturally I’ll choose a more docile creature to dress for winter.  Be cold grumpy old Hobbes.

Tarmac the squirrel is warm and happy.

So I’m warm and happy.

Let it snow.