My Favorite Room

As I’ve said in previous posts, it was love at first sight with our house. The moment we drove up and saw that quintessential wooden farmhouse exterior, with its big dormers and welcoming front porch, I was head over heels. And then we walked in, and it had a library. A library! The online listing…

Leston’s Room (the kids’ rooms, part 1)

To know me is to know my hatred of all things plastic and primary colored. As the mother of a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old, these things are shockingly difficult to avoid. But, I persist. That doesn’t mean depriving my children of the things they love (seemingly just to spite me, sometimes) like battery operated, florescently…

Mom’s Red Glasses

My mom loves Christmas. Like, really, really loves Christmas. She’s one of those beautiful souls who starts the Christmas music in August, has every gift purchased by September, and the house completely decorated the day after Halloween. And the Hallmark movies? Don’t get me started. I love this woman more than life itself, but dear…