In my forever goal to live in a vacation home, I have discovered that I have certain faults. I am a hoarder of beautiful things and I have an unhealthy obsession with plates. I don’t think I’ve ever left an antique shop without a new piece of gilded Limoges porcelain, and I don’t think I’ve ever had room service in a hotel without “accidentally” “dropping” a plate into my “bag.” Whatever, I admit it’s a problem and I’m doing so much better about it.
LOVE: archive.org I’m fast developing an obsession with this website. It’s a remarkable treasure trove of material. You can find so many old gems if you dig a little. It’s […]
LOVE: Pocket Doors: I am beyond obsessed with pocket doors. In fact, I think they might well be my favorite thing a person can do to their home. Why have […]
LOVE: Coke Points: I don’t drink soda pop and would never consider doing so. Gross. The only carbonated beverages that come near my lips are: champagne, gin and tonic, and […]
LOVE: Spontaneity: I tried to think of a way to introduce this post without using an annoyingly common phrase such as “spontaneity is the spice of life.” Alas and alack […]
Today was awesome and I think I found my calling. More on that later. It’s probably a false alarm anyway. I’ve made that bold declaration a hundred times before. I […]
LOVE: Record Players: For my latest spring cleaning project, I’ve been organizing my CD collection and deciding what to keep and what to get rid of. Do I really need […]