Our courtyard of small new gardens has fared well this spring, and we were rewarded with buds, blooms and new growth. I can’t wait to see what the subsequent seasons – and years – have in store.
Last fall I found several old grain sacks at Madison, Indiana’s River West Antique Mall. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular that day – “just browsing, thanks.” But these well worn sacks spoke to me. “We would make awesome kitchen aprons for your friends,” they whispered. It’s like they knew me…
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been drawn to beautiful embroidery, amazed how someone could make such intricate designs with a needle. I watched my grandmother, Flo, embellish dress collars, pinafores, and my doll clothes. I was hooked. Inspired.
We made some delicious baked goods for our guests at Main Street Bed & Breakfast – especially the Blueberry Muffins. Thirty plus years later, I’m still making them, and my daughter and her family are, too. I guarantee they’ll be a favorite of yours as well.
Sunday & Monday I delivered “Tea Time To Go” bags to a few friends. A bit of cheer while we observe social distancing. Tonight we begin the Staying Home period, but we’ll be staying in touch for sure! #friendsmatter
We’re so excited to see the 1976 Fixer Upper side yard transformation and can’t wait to roll up our sleeves and dig in the dirt! Hopefully before long, soil and plants will come together, and new garden green space will soften the current brick, concrete and stone environment. Take a stroll down Poplar Street and check out the garden progress!
The transformation of the Fixer Upper interior is so close to completion! For this blog post, let’s start The Big Reveal with a look at how the living room has changed. Come on inside.
After months of renovation at the 1876 Fixer Upper, the dining room has become a lovely place to enjoy a meal and a special place to see and enjoy many of my treasures.
Happy New Year! Looking back over posts of 2019, I want to revisit a project I completed in December using linen hand woven by Ken’s Aunt Mary Margaret.
I’m a “keeper.” Not a hoarder, mind you, but a keeper. I hang on to those small things that remind me of someone special. A wedding ring, a thimble, a hospital baby bracelet. Little objects that take me on a memory journey of things they’d told me about their lives, stories I’ve heard about them, or moments we shared.