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the winter feels
The thing about winter in South Carolina is that it’s not all that different from fall in South Carolina or spring in South Carolina, weather-wise. And that makes me sad. I need some snow. A crisp breeze. A forecast with low temperatures. A chill factor. I know I have chosen to live in the wrong part of the country to achieve these simple winter goals but I am not able to alter that course currently. You know what month is not my favorite? This one. Or February. Both. I have two months that are not my favorites. But here we are anyway. I like starting things. But being in the…
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today at the burrow.
Today my two adorable grandkids and their pretty momma stopped over for a little visit. I taught a history lesson that included the story of both the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower and suddenly our lunch conversation had all of us wanting to plan a trip to New York City. (Maybe Paris next year – right?) I drove Piper to get her cute little pixie haircut that she asks for about once a year. There were math lessons and one box unpacked from the recesses of the barn. (It was clothing – a missing box of girls clothing for which Mosley rejoiced.) I planned for…
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a post in which I pretend we are chatting in person
My hair is curly wavy messy, but after my brilliant stylist and friend Brittani gives it a cut she likes to blow dry it straight and it’s so shiny and different that it’s a game I play to see how many days I can leave it that way before I am forced to wash it. Am I the only one that plays that game? We’ve lived in this house for about five years I think and today the laundry room light bulb blew out for the first time. It was tricky to get the globe off to get to the light. I think it required the help of four…
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Words on the wall
Kevin needed a desk in his upstairs office. Our school room had three desks. It only seemed right to send one of those upstairs. Moving that desk out naturally meant that I needed to rearrange the space to accommodate the change. That, plus the acquisition of a long slim book shelf for $20 from a second hand shop. Also, this little treasure of a box for even less. And, also, the obvious fact that I love a change was enough to propel me forward. In moving the desk and locating the only wall long enough for the new bookshelf I realized I had to move my giant magnetic board. I…
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a little something something
Did a little front porch rearranging recently. (I like to shift what I already own so I trick myself into thinking I have something different than I had before.) I had Kevin draw an artsy chalkboard sign for me. I strung it up with a swath of red burlap. I grabbed an old favorite hand-me-down enamel basin, a star crafted by my mom from tobacco sticks from the farm, a collection of shells from our beach trips, a wooden pulley, fresh flowers in a Coke bottle and a small bar of soap. Added a broken down chair that’s been around our house for a decade. (Kevin said I needed…
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a little change goes a long way
You know I love to rearrange furniture. But sometimes I don’t have that much time. Or that many options. (There are only so many ways one can rearrange three pieces of furniture in a narrow room when one’s husband insists that all three pieces of furniture face a certain wall featuring a certain screen.) So I change what I can. I alter all of the containers, jars and stuff sitting on the kitchen counters. I give my favorite glass oatmeal container a touch of new life with a cute label and a bit of ribbon taken from my birthday flowers from Leanne. I switch the locations of all of my…
