The light at the end of the tunnel

I've been keeping a secret, because of The Jinx. Every single bloody time I have posted about my house or a potential house on the internets, it fell right though with a giant sucking sound.

 

 

I took this picture at 8:30 AM today, as I was driving away from MY blue house with MY blue door and MY giant crepe myrtle to go to an office to sign MY cottage away to someone who wants to come live in it.

 

That's right. Misty Hollow is SOLD.

Have you ever seen the North?

On Saturday, I sat on the couch and listened as Jake and Landen were told by their dad that he had been dating someone, someone they already knew as part of his circle of friends. We did not expect them to be terribly affected by it. Landen rolls with the punches (until later) and Jake is so used to these "we need to talk to you" family moments that he was likely relieved it was so simple. I only said one sentence, because their dad tends to bumble around these things, and he was burying the lead. "What Daddy is telling you is that he has a girlfriend." Jake looked at me like I just said the word "vagina." Landen was okay because he likes Dad's friends.

Burlap(ping) Around

I accidentally jumped on the burlap bandwagon. When I moved my queen bed downstairs into the master bedroom, it was so girly and pretty that it was little girl and borderline virginal. I'm obsessed with layering beyond what makes sense, so I decided some natural fibers via burlap would add some texture and maturity to the bed, until I can change the accent colors and put the bold navy on the bed.