As the kitchen is ever so slowly coming together, I’ve been contemplating what to do with the blank wall above the buffet. Now that the walls are painted, it seems the right time to finally make a decision and fill that space. I like to purchase original artwork (when I can), but haven’t yet come across anything I love for the kitchen, and I was giving up hope. But then it hit me. There was a photograph I took in Florence, Italy back in 2006. It was shot with black & white film, and I knew exactly the scene, composition,
“When the path reveals itself, follow it” is a quote from Cheryl Strayed’s book of quotes Brave Enough. Admittedly, I’m a sucker for a good quote, but this one resonated with me. Although the words first hit me as revelatory, I realize that following paths is exactly what I’ve been doing my entire life, and it’s been a beautiful, difficult, messy, grand journey. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. If you have not read Strayed’s Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, you’re missing out. It is about love, loss, the choices we make, and never
Last week’s spurt of container gardening to pretty up the approach to my yard has got me thinking back to my gardening roots. I have never been much of a flower gardener (aside from the occasional potted plant on my deck), but Mom and Dad loved their vegetable garden, and by extension, it became part of my life, too, albeit briefly. Our first garden that I can recall was when I was 10 years old and we had just moved from Illinois to Wisconsin. We rented the downstairs of a small, two-story house in the middle of farm country and forest.
Do you have a piece of yard that is more like cement than soil? Petrified clay, perhaps? Or maybe you rent and don’t want to dig into the land as though it were your own? Planter or container gardening might be just the thing for you! In front of my house, there is a triangular patch of ground that lies between my fence and the parking area, and it’s divided nearly in half by a paver path to my gate. At the wide end, there is a bit of grass, a good amount of moss, and a rotting stump. At
We all know that feeling of walking into a room and wanting to rearrange the furniture, accessorize, or do an about-face and march right back out. Well, I know that feeling–this blog wouldn’t exist if I didn’t have the urge to paint a room or swap out furniture every couple of months! But sometimes the need is real. Like when things aren’t functioning well, or when a room feels…depressed. That describes the state of my kitchen when I bought my darling little home a year ago. While it was beloved to someone, we all have our own slice of style,