the grass is always greener

I've been longing to move lately, to a place with seasons and to a house with character. It's probably because we've just made a move to establish real roots where we are, and we always want what we can't have, right? Oh well, a girl can dream, and fix up her subdivision (read: boring) home while lusting after gorgeous homes elsewhere.

The kitchen...those cabinets are fabulous. I am planning to repaint ours, and maybe, just maybe, add some glass.



Who wouldn't love this tub? A good book, candles, a wonderful bottle - I mean glass - of champagne.



A fireplace in the bedroom? Yes please.



Now, the outside could use some work - I'd probably want it painted white with blue shutters and trim.



For a cool $2.35 million, this could be ours...
Okay, dream time over!

Boys in the way

I live with my husband, which means that the laundry room is a perpetual mess. He doesn't clean out the detergent cup, leaves stinky, wet gym clothes on the floor, throws dirty dish towels haphazardly where he pleases...I suppose I shouldn't complain, since he does do some laundry.

He does not understand why I would like the laundry room to be clean and neat and :gasp: - pretty. Well, I don't do ugly...why should I? There is enough ugly in the world without having unpleasantness in your home.

Currently I love this first laundry room, as in, I stare at my laundry room and imagine how to make it look like this one! My little room is currently a bit of a darker blue, but I don't think I'll be repainting anytime soon. I've got galvanized tin buckets on the (ugly wire) shelves, and have hung sheers behind the washer and dryer to hide all of the plugs, water valves, etc., but the sheers are always brought forward onto the washer as I'm afraid they're a fire hazard.





I wonder if some sort of wood shelf with an apron could hide all of the plugs and water valves?



This might be an idea to both hide the ugly utility plugs AND provide a place for lovely husband to throw the gym clothes and dish towels.

good morning

It is a good morning, because the kid is taking his nap, without fuss, and my coffee turned out delicious, and although I have spit-up on my shoulder and the house is a mess, I didn't fight with my husband and already talked with two good friends.

And, I do believe I have found love in the shape of this Anthropologie mirror.


I begin this blog because I need a diary with a lock, and this will be it.