
Old doors, the crustier the better, show up in several areas in our home. Are you thinking, how could that possibly happen? And does my hubby understand my on-going addiction? Well, fortunately, yes. It all started many years ago…
Continue readingOld doors, the crustier the better, show up in several areas in our home. Are you thinking, how could that possibly happen? And does my hubby understand my on-going addiction? Well, fortunately, yes. It all started many years ago…
Continue readingLast week North Carolina was drenched with hurricane rains. Normally, my go-to on dreary days is a snuggle with a steaming cup of coffee and a good book. On that day I surprised myself and opted for a photo editing session on PicMonkey.com. I have been planning to create and frame kitty portraits of our three felines for ages, but life kept getting in the way. Or so I was telling myself.
Continue readingI have finally arrived at my personal home accessory goal: if you don’t see it, we don’t have it! I am a former tiny accessories shop and large decorative painting studio owner. I love accessories. Scouring flea markets, barn sales, TJ Maxx, HomeGoods, everywhere. Maybe I just like the final results when they are styled to my delight. They can be moved from room to room on a whim while in my jammies, coffee in hand, reading a pile of magazines.
Continue readingSteve and I bought our 1977 brick ranch home in 1990. It was a great neighborhood for our family, but it featured a dreadful dark kitchen. The cabinets over the peninsula were so low that we had to bend over to talk to the girls at the kitchen table. The photos below are from 25 years ago, after I painted the very dark cabinets white, and even painted the old faux butcher block countertops so we could temporarily stand to look at them.
With a busy family, a limited budget, and hubby and I working full-time, the kitchen languished until 2000.
Continue readingWe have quite an unusual 1970s brick ranch home that features a deep courtyard entry. In summer, enormous bright chartreuse hostas take over the shady side of the area. Naturally, it just made sense to my color-loving brain to paint the front door the same shade of green.
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