Oh my lawdy I found the neatest blog full of repurposed furniture last night. Check it out: Her photos have inspired us to take three pieces of furniture that we truly despise, strip off the frou-frou trim from 2 of them so that they match the modern lines of the third, and paint them all the same ...
I guess if I want a big deal to be made of my son’s first birthday, I should make a big deal myself instead of doing yard work all weekend, eh? Still, I wish my parents had remembered. Maybe they did, and then I engaged them in yard talk before they could say anything. I’ll ...
We’re coming off another long weekend of yard work and house chores, just a little more in a large pile of arguments I’m collecting toward condo ownership, and then I turned on the water to do the dishes, which have been sitting all day since we’re only three people and our six arms can only ...
OK. 1) My gardening zen master Kaile is coming back to Florida! I don’t have to buy her a plane ticket after all. 2) I was very, very wrong about yard work. I fucking love yard work. I can’t even express to you how much I love being out there covered in fertilizer (ok, covered in shit. I said ...
I’m not sure what got into me, but my husband gently (OK, loudly and with hands resting upon hips) pointed out to me the other night that in fact he HAS tended plants, many plants, and in fact he’s the sole reason that any landscaping has survived on our property since we moved in. We ...