You already know that I love my house. If you don’t, you could read one of about ten posts about that. This one is ever-so-slightly different though. Today, I love my house because it lets me have guests. My old apartment had two beds in one bedroom. It was kind of a high-class dorm situation…
Category: The House
One List to Rule Them All
This is my every-third-week Friday off/Saturday at work combo, and I’m feeling prepared. Some weeks, I just glide through the Friday like it’s an extended nap break before my workday on Saturday. This won’t be one of those weeks. I have a list that contains eleven things. Count ’em. These aren’t weak sauce list items,…
Cast Your Vote: Cabinet Knobs
Today’s project is to pick four knobs for a filing cabinet that I recently acquired from some friends. (Thanks, friends!) The cabinet is green, more or less like the two jackets on the right in this picture by House on Hill Road: Okay, so option A is one of these with three of the…
Home Again, Home Again
Going home is one of my favorite things about each day. I like to think that I’m somewhat adventurous, but no matter where I’ve been or how much I’ve enjoyed being gone, it’s good to step inside the door, greet my dog, and be home. Every once in a while, I wonder if I love…
Martha the Unforgiving
Yesterday was one big step away from any hopes I had of achieving Martha Stewart status. I had a day off and what did I do? I didn’t make homemade guest soap or whitewash my fence. I didn’t prepare a roast or weave my own linen napkins. Nope. I met up with a few friends…
Latte-colored Stubborn Streak
My most recent wall color choices might have been a little bit iffy. I was trying to find a sophisticated way to put purple and blue together for my roomie who likes both of those colors. It turns out that if you’re using pale colors for a room that doesn’t get a lot of natural…
The Return of the Mop
I’ve owned a mop for years. My mop, however, is like the mop on the Swiffer commercials. It sits in the laundry area, unused and dejected about 364 days out of the year. I’m not a completely terrible homemaker; I do vacuum fairly regularly (when the dog hair tumbleweeds start to roll across the mesa…
Small, but valuable. 