That was Rosie's comment the other day while she was enjoying her work of redoing a mug display at the store. It is a matter of choice, where we work, and if we enjoy it or not. I finally chose, almost thirty years ago, to love the home I own and to own the home… Continue reading "This Is Why I Work Here"
It's springtime now. The grass greens a bit when it rains and the spring bulbs are all coming up blades of green. Brad went to Nebraska and we miss him. We miss him for him. We also miss him for his chores. When Elv brings in firewood he makes a good job of it to last… Continue reading Spring Stuff
I rearranged the refrigerator art this morning. Gwen handed me a new piece while she was here this week so it was a good time to update anyway. Jube's beaver and Havilah's big yellow duck stay. I'll add in more as it comes. We enjoy it. There are two Thankful magnets. Elv met me here… Continue reading Gratitude Upgrade
March came in with ordinary winter weather, then promptly turned lamb-like. It was too early for spring but we all lapped it up anyway, heedlessly enjoying the warmth and disappearing snow. I walked around the house as soon as the snow was gone to find that the tulips and lilies were pushing shoots. Maybe that… Continue reading Intermission Post
Who knew that old, well-used furniture, curtains, fixtures, and our dilapidated house would become "in". What a bonanza. My ship came in without any effort whatsoever. Thanks Pinterest! I just have to laugh. While the denizens of all things popular in the world of homemaking are having a field day using markers on… Continue reading It’s Better To Laugh Than To Cry
This child loves to help in the kitchen. His mother was having his help to make tortillas this morning.
I found this article today in one of my searches on how to create a replacement window screen. It is definitely time for lists of projects. I have spring fever.The article claims that we all have dangerous, toxic bugs hanging off the fridge door handle and everywhere else you've touched the last five minutes, in your… Continue reading Not In My Kitchen