This home was built in 1912 a block away from the river. Don't mind the drab exterior, it is a "diamond in the rough" and seems to be in excellent condition. The kitchen is brand new. The only work to be done is cosmetic, and I plan to dig out my specially saved issues of Victoria magazine. Ben fell in love with it before I did. The hardwood floors squeak oh so gently. The windows are original but not too drafty. In my future craft room, which is shabby-chic by nature, not by design, the windows have original inside shutters that open like arms and have sweet floral curtains sewn inside.... ooooh pinch me I must be dreaming. There is no garage, but there is a pool in the backyard. There is a newer furnace but no air conditioning. There is a closed front porch but no central vac... we must be crazy. We are in love with a house.
I mixed up the reindeer food for my kiddie friends. If you sprinkle it liberally on your front lawn on Christmas Eve, Santa's chauffeurs will spot it miles off and swing by for a treat:
I also managed to decorate the tree by the back door. It's covered with ornaments that remind me of our wedding. We had a bubble machine, goldfish in bowls for centrepieces, pink flamingos marking the way to the reception...
... and how about those doughnuts and diamond rings? Champagne, martinis, little shoes, purses, dragonflies, and more. Before next Christmas, I want to make little wedding cakes.
And some more holiday decorating: forgive me if this is just too too Pottery Barn, how I love the Pottery Barn even though every fibre of my being tells me it's too mass produced and lacking character, I drool when I visit. I go home and do the same thing that I see on display. With the things I bought there. Such a sucker.