Not much has changed since last I welcomed you
but come on in, and let’s dish about house and life schtuff.
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Everybody loves our front doors with working speakeasies.
Close friends have similar ones we fell for,
and because they love us, they gave us their blessing
to adopt our own.
We live in the sort of town where a three-car garage
is just expected because residents own tractors,
snowmobiles, and big toys.
So when we built the home, it was a must
even though I think it’s pretty tacky.
I’d rather hide a garage away.
Cindy Austin’s painting “Nightlight”
is a more recent purchase and graces a humble
vintage art table in the entry to our bedroom.
I rescued the table (in its former life, touched by
hundreds of children’s hands painting and gluing)
and have used it in every home we have owned.
If you know the artist Cindy, then you
know she likely approves of this placement.
This is the boys’ bath with pocket doors
leading to their bedrooms.
They are spoiled with a walkin shower the size of some Paris apartments.
The HUGE corner built-in has been with us for ages
so we incorporated it into the
carrara happy bathroom’s
design for storage.
It’s da bomb in terms of how much clutter it contains.
I am going to write a post about living fearlessly
with white very soon because I am asked about
that topic more than any other, and after decades
of loving white, I reign as an authority.
My style in a few words?
Soulful. Timeless. Tranquil. Relaxed.
And those are qualities I cherish
in others and myself.
Peace to you right where you are.