The Place: Holly, built in 1904, but new to us in 2016. It’s not a rehab (dear God, we aren’t equipped for that, although it was bandied about). We have big plans for cosmetic stuff, as well as a small wallet, so this should be fun. 2017 is the year of paint. Join us as we slowly turn the bare and weirdly-accent-walled bones of the house into our forever home.
Me – Writer, mom, arts content marketer, baker, sewist, musician, herb gardener
The Flyer – Husband, dad, sports fanatic, news junkie, historian
Feisty – The Toddler, lover of pasta, baby dolls, and destroying the living room
The Feline – Black cat, silently judging all
Banish weird, contemporary colors from Queen Anne revival home. Pour entire soul into said home. Bake lots of delicious stuff. Start growing herbs again. Make own herbal teas. Take up sewing again eventually, make dresses for Feisty. Write more. Feed more people. Have parties. Retain sanity.